<?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-7478047052642034850</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:38.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trails and Tribulations of Zena Repine</title><subtitle type='html'>SECOND LIFE. WHAT IS IT? WHY DO WE FALL IN LOVE WITH IT?. All I can say is SL can be a wonderful magical roller coaster. It will give you highs and lows. Make you smile make you cry.Take you to heaven but also push you to hell .Its a ride worth taking and I would get on it again and again and again.
........................................................</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7871299479574382550</id><published>2008-05-31T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T05:48:18.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEFIZceB3UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yHuD3lU6PZ4/s1600-h/Princess02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206522246193077570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEFIZceB3UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yHuD3lU6PZ4/s400/Princess02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SL is full of hopes, dreams and fantasy's......all that we can't do in RL, SL gives you the tools to at least try them . Helps you to live in fantasy and taste forbidden fruit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But what if you cross SL in to RL what happens?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You meet some amazing people on SL , some really touch your heart. You feel when there sad,you feel when there happy. Would the friendships really work in RL? or are we all just crazies pushed together in this world we love and understand because RL peeps sometimes can't even begin to feel what SL is . They look as you as if your a fruit loop and ready for the funny farm if you begin to try explain what SL means to you. When talking to other SL folks, most are on your wave length understand the highs and lows, so I guess we are almost thrown together and friendships are then bonded. I personally have met some great people and can call them close friends in SL , friends that you know if SL closed you will still be in contact throw email or another way this weird wonderful world of cyber space allows you to do. People from across the world that would have been impossible to meet in RL are now consider one of your closes friends , who you tell private and personal feelings to , I guess in the old days we called these pen pals with today's technology its all been supped up and hey SL is born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sooooooooooo my question is can you cross SL feelings cross in to RL ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You feel love, you can taste it in SL, when you fall head over heals in love with someone on SL your heart feels all, you feel attraction,desire, protection , addiction . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SL partnerships - 3 months is the average time of a sl partnership , I have seen it first hands as I gone to more then one of my friends weddings to few different people ,is this the game play in SL? , I mean its natural progression you always want more ,if boundaries have been set and SL stays in SL then its only natural that SL relationships will fail if one wants more then the other. There is only so much fantasy you can do with a person before you reach the end. Then its to the next person to taste all the fantasy's again just at a different angle. We feel the heart break when its over but SL hearts seem to heal a lot quicker then RL, is this because you only live the dreams in your mind? I know we feel the feelings but we have sort of built walls up around our heart , yes we feel heart break, the heart wrench and everything but yet we log back on the next day to start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sooooooo what about Muscle &amp;amp; I, are we different? and what makes us different?. Answer is simple ......Well we took the game play out and let SL cross in to RL slowly ,natural progression took over and our love grew more &amp;amp; more in both worlds .Are we happy ? well what can I say he's my everything in both worlds . Sounds crazy and impossible but its the truth . The only sad thing is that my feelings towards SL have slightly changed I guess an illusion has been broken and reality has kicked in . but wait this is not a bad thing because oooooooooo mind goes to my baby . I wouldn't want it any other way . I have been given a great gift and I thank SL for giving it to me . Big pat on your back SL and a massive gold star!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whats Zena's future in SL? At the moment im just going with the flow, spending a lot less time in SL then I had been doing, trying to find my feet again and understanding my belonging in SL. oooooo it sounds sad but I'm not , I'm just creating a new journey for me to go on, I miss my friends and will always catch up where I can but I will take RL over SL every time. Muscle &amp;amp; Zena journey well what can I say there living a fairy tale and well every fairy tale always ends with them famous 3 words HAPPY EVER AFTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEFIkMeB3VI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/30kT4hIbatU/s1600-h/Princess03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206522430876671314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEFIkMeB3VI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/30kT4hIbatU/s400/Princess03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7871299479574382550?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7871299479574382550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7871299479574382550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7871299479574382550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7871299479574382550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/05/illusions.html' title='ILLUSIONS'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEFIZceB3UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yHuD3lU6PZ4/s72-c/Princess02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-548737965123011308</id><published>2008-05-31T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:37:31.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEEa8ceB3TI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eu9pDRdxBrc/s1600-h/suzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206472269953621298" style="WIDTH: 584px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="244" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEEa8ceB3TI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eu9pDRdxBrc/s400/suzi.jpg" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( OUR CRAZY ASS NIGHT AT BH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To say goodbye to a dear friend in SL , is sad . RL has taken you back for a Happy ever After, my close friend Suzi is no more. Suzi I know you left a month ago, you are missed honey with your crazy life and your laughter. I will never forget the laughs we shared and the journey we went on at the start of our SL life .We both went in two different directions ,but always managed to say ello and catch up. Suzi you will always be on my friends list , if you ever desire to return to this crazy world we know and love, there is always a place for you .I hope you get all out of RL you desire, you deserve it Hun . xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEEau8eB3SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnGLRPpxVAs/s1600-h/suzi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206472038025387298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEEau8eB3SI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xnGLRPpxVAs/s400/suzi2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suzi Carlberg    B. 21/7/2007     D. 30/4/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-548737965123011308?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/548737965123011308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=548737965123011308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/548737965123011308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/548737965123011308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-friend.html' title='Goodbye Friend'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SEEa8ceB3TI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eu9pDRdxBrc/s72-c/suzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5109520725683040050</id><published>2008-05-12T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:00:36.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes I'm still alive just a busy busy bumble bee , time flies when your having fun .Before you know it weeks turn in to months ,so thought its about time you all see whats been going on in my wibble wobbly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Muscle and I have opened our own business up in SL , our very own studio for photos, yep yep its great .Really taken off .We work at our own speed doing what we love .The great thing is we do it together at our own pace , no hassle from anyone , just go with the flow. We decided to do this to add new interest in our SL journey , we have managed to balance our life and the work life together so both worlds are happy . Work must be stress free as this is SL , no need for stress here, there is enough in RL work without bring it into second life . I want to enjoy and taste all life in SL not get bogged down with running a business , remembering the important thing is the first priority . We did toy with the idea of working before ,decided against it as we was worried it would affect our time e have together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRB4NqOwPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L_cUdHG_-70/s1600-h/zena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202855903515033842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRB4NqOwPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L_cUdHG_-70/s400/zena1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCd9qOwRI/AAAAAAAAAko/xNFfQ3JUZOs/s1600-h/angel&amp;amp;devil27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856552055095570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCd9qOwRI/AAAAAAAAAko/xNFfQ3JUZOs/s400/angel%26devil27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCC9qOwQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/pg9wOqMGzbc/s1600-h/zena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856088198627586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCC9qOwQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/pg9wOqMGzbc/s400/zena2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCttqOwSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/R1OflPJoCBM/s1600-h/Angel+$+Devil+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856822638035234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRCttqOwSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/R1OflPJoCBM/s400/Angel+%24+Devil+3.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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hosting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some months ago you will have read I tried hosting at Black Hearts , well I decided it wasn't for me as it messed with mine and muscles time together , the rules where also hard to follow . I have now taken back up hosting 2 sessions a week at Zone out. Its great I get to spend time with my friends , act crazy and have loads of fun .I love it . The pay is just on tips ,I don't mind this as its not the money what draws me to doing it but the fun,laughter and enjoyment i get out of hosting .I work from 3-6 am Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays.Benn having a few weekends off as my Rl holiday kicked in, I will be back hosting soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5109520725683040050?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5109520725683040050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5109520725683040050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5109520725683040050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5109520725683040050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-catch-up.html' title='Small Catch Up'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SDRB4NqOwPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L_cUdHG_-70/s72-c/zena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-8364769964230783382</id><published>2008-04-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:41:14.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SADUUGTHAFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NXE_dvGp4vM/s1600-h/Snapshot_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188380212484046930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SADUUGTHAFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NXE_dvGp4vM/s400/Snapshot_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooooooo new Sim new challenge space travel , this is a great Sim to go and see its a sort of role play Sim where you have to get dressed up in a space suit .You get to fly all in different space ships as you travel around and visit places ,also there are different types of suits to try on they are all free , this is what makes it great.There are 5 different areas , you work it out from the map you receive each stage is different from the other from a police station to a pirate station we choose to dress up as the police and ride around in a cop spaceship all in the name of fun. its a place worth seeing.Don't forget to pick up your free stuff as you go along .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SADTV2THAEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lneBqOTCQBo/s1600-h/Snapshot_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188379143037190210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SADTV2THAEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/lneBqOTCQBo/s400/Snapshot_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8364769964230783382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8364769964230783382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/04/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SADUUGTHAFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NXE_dvGp4vM/s72-c/Snapshot_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1523522426980120151</id><published>2008-04-05T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:17:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185827737366161026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R_fC2fgT5oI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cYgDCt4tkd8/s400/Snapshot_037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel the need......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The need for speed.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOO Zena has new toys . Yep now I am a speed demon ,faster then the speed of light, blink and you may miss me. Nope to be honest I'm not so good at riding the bike but I'm getting there . Off we went to the speed way ,with our bikes in our inventory our mission to but the peddle to the metal and ride like the wing around the track , crashed a few times , good thing with SL is you can't break a bone . We then went on to racing cars wow what fun racing each other and against other peeps on. Yep yep it was great and a must do in your SL life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SACaEWTHADI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pr1JsYZMdUU/s1600-h/Snapshot_021.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188316170226696242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/SACaEWTHADI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pr1JsYZMdUU/s320/Snapshot_021.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1523522426980120151?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1523522426980120151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1523522426980120151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1523522426980120151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1523522426980120151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/04/speed-demon.html' title='Speed Demon'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R_fC2fgT5oI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cYgDCt4tkd8/s72-c/Snapshot_037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3242557017641835949</id><published>2008-03-25T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:41:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadgets &amp; Gizmo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-jsdvgT5TI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLjfKSOD-DI/s1600-h/Snapshot_076.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181651367002105138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-jsdvgT5TI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLjfKSOD-DI/s400/Snapshot_076.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOO Zena's favourite things on SL , I louvres me gadgets . Yep yep . Attach something to your self or changing your AV in to something totally weird it fantastic. SL is second life soooooooo why be normal , then again define normal cause I ant got a clue what that word means. Shopping around looking for stuff that is fun , checking out the new play thing you can find. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also enjoy visual things , I like to search high and low for things to surprise Muscle. I thought the fire work and the sky writer was out of this world until I found our psychedelic ball and our Holodeck . Ok you reading this and scratching your head, thinking what the hell is she on about , well let me explain ooooo and show you pictures. The psychedelic ball is a massive sphere where I we can dance and chill out , it has particles flying around and looks like its something form the 60s , like you have been on an acid trip . Its fun and fantastic , Lace had one and as soon as I saw it my mind went in to I want mode . I knew Muscle would love it , yep I was right left him gob smacked .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kSxvgT5UI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/__EF_Hyyu0o/s1600-h/Snapshot_004.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181693492041344322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kSxvgT5UI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/__EF_Hyyu0o/s320/Snapshot_004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena in the sphere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I really didn't think I could top the ball ,I was wrong. Next came the holodeck, Bubba was the first to show me what a holodeck was,I saw, I wanted . The Holodeck is a huge block you go inside , you can load different scene in it , makes you think you are really there its fantastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;very relaxing. Had to get my honey bear one for a surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kXZ_gT5VI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0XMGxgqD1Rs/s1600-h/Snapshot_005.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181698581577590098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kXZ_gT5VI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0XMGxgqD1Rs/s320/Snapshot_005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena walking on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kdePgT5WI/AAAAAAAAAhg/irpw_Scz1SU/s1600-h/Snapshot_006.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181705251661800802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kdePgT5WI/AAAAAAAAAhg/irpw_Scz1SU/s320/Snapshot_006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zena in the desert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next on to my many different avatars, I love changing in to different animals ,why stay in a human form when you can run like a cheetah, hop like a bunny and pounce like a cat. SL lets you be anything you like .ohhhhh and dress up Zena loves playing dress up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kjY_gT5XI/AAAAAAAAAho/sP0tPlXSBSM/s1600-h/Snapshot_070.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181711758537254258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kjY_gT5XI/AAAAAAAAAho/sP0tPlXSBSM/s320/Snapshot_070.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena in her cheetah AV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kkEfgT5YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oAcYtaEZPDg/s1600-h/Snapshot_136.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181712505861563778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kkEfgT5YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oAcYtaEZPDg/s320/Snapshot_136.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena as cute tiny pony ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; be careful, dont stand down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wind ,pony has bad wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kpq_gT5ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lcHD1805O-M/s1600-h/Snapshot_058.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181718664844666258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kpq_gT5ZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/lcHD1805O-M/s320/Snapshot_058.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;awww so cute but this Beaming bunny bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHHHHH then there's just gadgets that make you laugh so much, Muscle &amp;amp; I had so much fun attaching things to ourselves. Somethings are just so funny, it make you laugh what people design for SL is crazy . Playing with light sabers, attaching different animations on to see what they do. I even took Muscle shopping giving him a wheel barrow ride,so funny to watch ,had me in stitches.This is what makes SL so great to be able to play like kids ,laugh and just have soooo much fun with no drama why take your second life so serious, when it can be so fun . I lurrrrrrve my SL life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kqZPgT5aI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4EtHChol-jM/s1600-h/Snapshot_065.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181719459413616034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kqZPgT5aI/AAAAAAAAAiA/4EtHChol-jM/s320/Snapshot_065.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle &amp;amp; Zena dead after light saber fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-krk_gT5bI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VUXGbRjdWT8/s1600-h/Snapshot_079.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181720760788706738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-krk_gT5bI/AAAAAAAAAiI/VUXGbRjdWT8/s320/Snapshot_079.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chilling out in lala land with my rubber duckie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kuK_gT5cI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sdyrFI4Pa7s/s1600-h/Snapshot_087.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181723612646991298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kuK_gT5cI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sdyrFI4Pa7s/s320/Snapshot_087.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle giving Zena a wheel barrow ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kvTfgT5dI/AAAAAAAAAiY/A9BHWuWXKlE/s1600-h/Snapshot_088.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181724858187507154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-kvTfgT5dI/AAAAAAAAAiY/A9BHWuWXKlE/s320/Snapshot_088.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying out me giving wheel barrow ride to Muscle I get side tracked and take him shopping .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3242557017641835949?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3242557017641835949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3242557017641835949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3242557017641835949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3242557017641835949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/gadgets-gizmos.html' title='Gadgets &amp; Gizmo&apos;s'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-jsdvgT5TI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pLjfKSOD-DI/s72-c/Snapshot_076.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7447131405945431961</id><published>2008-03-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:37:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-d5KfgT5QI/AAAAAAAAAgw/J65JzMKywDU/s1600-h/Snapshot_061.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181243117475718402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-d5KfgT5QI/AAAAAAAAAgw/J65JzMKywDU/s400/Snapshot_061.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Confusion and miss interpretation sets in this week , last two weeks in RL have been no less then chaos, trying to spend as much time as we can together, trying to beat the tiredness to just spend that second with your love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Realising you both have the same goal on what you want , but your mind puts a different spin on it. The words you read on the screen computes in to totally different things in your own mind. Then your mind ticks as you read the words wrong on the screen and confusion sets in . Both of us mean the same thing just coming from different directions. Bickering starts as you try to understand what each other is trying to say. Maybe its because we spent less time together then usual . When we do get back in to our stride its the best thing ever, thinking the same, heart beating as one, minds being lost in each other,however when we are out of sync tempers fray and miss interpretation sets in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can't be perfect and agree in all your thoughts, if you was always on the same wave length and think the same , wouldn't it be boring?. I know both have a fiery temper this is a fact, anyone really knows me can see the fire in me. We both have our own way of thinking ,both not wrong in the way our minds work just different. To try and understand what the the other is saying , listening and understanding is the best thing we can do, not to change the other ones minds set, just learn how each others works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To step  back , look at what was said . remembering  the focus and the goal you both have brings it back on track . Talk through what happened , just to lean more about the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mood has been flat  , not high,not low just flat .RL issues knocked the stuffing out of me,when I am with my friends its different on SL because I can but the crazy Zena face on and forget what is going on in my own mind . When I am with Muscle he reads me like a book and senses my mood , I try to say all OK , but he knows ,this confuses him and tries to work out why . I know my own mind I can  read in to situations wrong,I  started to thinks of..... IF..WHATS and WHYS, negatives not positives. When our moods fly ,wow we are  off the scale. When one of us is low dam hell has opened its gates, when one of us is flat then confusion sets in on both parts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its all a leaning curve , to stop to understand then you are giving up on a dream, however  to try and  understand the other, accept the other ones view , listening and talking  , learning something new from each other is all part of becoming stronger and stronger .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7447131405945431961?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7447131405945431961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7447131405945431961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7447131405945431961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7447131405945431961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-d5KfgT5QI/AAAAAAAAAgw/J65JzMKywDU/s72-c/Snapshot_061.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-32425605309861100</id><published>2008-03-23T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:34:56.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-Z6F_gT5PI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQQqkpDye1I/s1600-h/Snapshot_069.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180962664701224178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-Z6F_gT5PI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQQqkpDye1I/s400/Snapshot_069.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHATS UP DOC???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sexy bunny rabbits invade SL , yep yep its that time where we can all be big kids again. Can't give Easter Eggs out on SL , well I suppose you can but you cant eat them . So dressed as a bunny, I hop from club to club wishing a Happy Easter to one and all. Shaking my bunny tail with my friends. We got Sugar Daddy dressed in pink even Jose joined in on the fun and games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-Z3PfgT5OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mwNm7MhQk-c/s1600-h/Snapshot_059.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180959529375098082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-Z3PfgT5OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mwNm7MhQk-c/s400/Snapshot_059.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXY BUNNIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-32425605309861100?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/32425605309861100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=32425605309861100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/32425605309861100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/32425605309861100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-Z6F_gT5PI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQQqkpDye1I/s72-c/Snapshot_069.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3557066547006797117</id><published>2008-03-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:22:56.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boundaries is the first one and most important , making sure they are set so no one miss communicates what you are all about on SL. There are 2 boundaries I have set .RL is RL ,SL is SL some friends who you get close to,you let them in a little and talk about RL issues ,some friends you play the game with and keep it to SL .&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for my friends on SL , most of them have been there from the start and watched me bloom in to the flower I have become . I hate to see them down, we are like a little family and sometimes im more of a big sister to them then they are to me, its swings and roundabouts I know if I shout they will be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;When you first come on SL you want everyone as your friends , this slows down as you learn the true meaning of SL friendships,you stop taking friendships at face value. I personally only take friendships now when I have known them for a while. I have a lot more female friends , I really didn't think I could meet a great bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My friends circle has totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to a lot of people when I partnered Muscle, that's because I could only ever offer friendship. Lot of friends couldn't understand what friendship meant, So that was goodbye. Then I had friends that tagged along for a while waiting in the darkness , waiting to pounce at the first sign of Muscle &amp;amp; I breaking up well no sign of that so yep goodbye.Then there's just friends you just grow apart from, you become ships in the night almost out growing each other, I guess that's just the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo looking at my friends list now it was some new faces. Winne alias Sugar Daddy , Raul &amp;amp; Suzi still there think we will probably grow old together in SL. Winne still my dancing bud and looks out for me when I am in the club you will find us in a trio Zena, Winne &amp;amp; Lace. Raul ....well he is still the stud muffin he has always been , no women is safe (apart from me) we catch up sometimes if we have a spare minute but sadly not like we used to . Suzi well she had her own journey to go throw we don't talk like we used to but we both know we are there if needed, I will always be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;My new friends ...... Really good bunch , they remember what SL is all about,they know how to have fun and laugh. I met these after Muscle &amp;amp; I had partnered . The boundary was already set for them, they all understand that I have a partner and never push me in to anything else. My friends are all about fun, lace is my sexy twin shes great , makes me laugh so much to the point I nearly pee my pants . No drama just a bunch of us having a laughing and having a lot of fun.You always get the ones who take SL far to serious they forget what there funny bone is for.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was party weekend , it was great the terrible trio causing chaos as usual , Jose who is also a great  friend  joins in when he can, you will tend to see Zena &amp;amp; Lace picking on the males a little but its all in the name of fun ,they love it really, always come back for more.We are not not bad just a little naughty and cheeky I can guarantee you we will always lighten up your day and make you laugh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EOPDaTW0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wvO1SAs5BHA/s1600-h/Snapshot_044.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179436698229234498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EOPDaTW0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wvO1SAs5BHA/s400/Snapshot_044.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Pool Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EL4TaTWyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hUHkGIoR4uc/s1600-h/Snapshot_041.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179434108363954978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EL4TaTWyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hUHkGIoR4uc/s400/Snapshot_041.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ST PATRICKS DAY PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EK-TaTWxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IlDcLk6jKlU/s1600-h/Snapshot_011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179433111931542290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EK-TaTWxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IlDcLk6jKlU/s400/Snapshot_011.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUGAR DADDY &amp;amp; SEXY TWINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3557066547006797117?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3557066547006797117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3557066547006797117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3557066547006797117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3557066547006797117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/party-weekend.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R-EOPDaTW0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/wvO1SAs5BHA/s72-c/Snapshot_044.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3876818546664594386</id><published>2008-03-08T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:28:48.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9L7fTaTWhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5bNSx3C0GVI/s1600-h/Snapshot_031.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175475437007231506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9L7fTaTWhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5bNSx3C0GVI/s400/Snapshot_031.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The biggest U -turn of my SL life. YEP YEP......... Muscle &amp;amp; Zena gets married .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG don't drop on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What can I say changed my mind. well not in so many ways really. Didn't want a big affair. We wanted to make it very private. No one was there apart for us. We made a special place in Lala land for us to say some special words ,dressed up in the gear.I still have strong views on getting married in SL , I really don't believe in all the mumbo jumbo. We partnered 5 months ago, we are as still very much lost in love with each other everyday I wake up and thank the heavens for me finding my soulmate . I always classed Muscle as my hubby as he does me his wife nothing really has changed apart from knowing I will always be with him at his side, hand in hand riding this crazy worlds roller coaster we know and love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 7th March Muscle and Zena tied the Knot .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was a very special night full of the greatest affections and love . Muscle made me something very special one of a kind in SL. He made my ring. Yes your right I am not saying much about our special night , what can I say...... We did our own thing, not comply with what the crowd follows and expects . A wedding can mean different things to different people. You can have the biggest party of your SL life or the smallest party. We choose to have a party and celebration for 2 full of the greatest words and perfection for both of us. xxxxxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MCNDaTWkI/AAAAAAAAAec/AVrWwNzUwvY/s1600-h/Snapshot_013.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175482820056013378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MCNDaTWkI/AAAAAAAAAec/AVrWwNzUwvY/s400/Snapshot_013.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MDBjaTWlI/AAAAAAAAAek/yz0TNxrmy4E/s1600-h/Snapshot_015.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175483721999145554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MDBjaTWlI/AAAAAAAAAek/yz0TNxrmy4E/s400/Snapshot_015.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MD3DaTWmI/AAAAAAAAAes/_Ol5a8IBfg8/s1600-h/Snapshot_017.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175484641122146914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MD3DaTWmI/AAAAAAAAAes/_Ol5a8IBfg8/s400/Snapshot_017.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MEuTaTWnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lwueOmz2sOA/s1600-h/Snapshot_018.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175485590309919346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MEuTaTWnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/lwueOmz2sOA/s400/Snapshot_018.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MGAzaTWoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JKpOri4LFAQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_020.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175487007649127042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MGAzaTWoI/AAAAAAAAAe8/JKpOri4LFAQ/s400/Snapshot_020.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MHYTaTWpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ReWFAvr5IKI/s1600-h/Snapshot_024.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175488510887680658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9MHYTaTWpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ReWFAvr5IKI/s400/Snapshot_024.bmp" 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/7478047052642034850-3876818546664594386?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3876818546664594386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3876818546664594386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3876818546664594386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3876818546664594386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-do.html' title='I DO'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9L7fTaTWhI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5bNSx3C0GVI/s72-c/Snapshot_031.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7780559802657799517</id><published>2008-03-08T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T12:02:09.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala land on the move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LrCDaTWdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/MfDYgLlNNC8/s1600-h/Snapshot_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175457342310013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LrCDaTWdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/MfDYgLlNNC8/s400/Snapshot_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Old Lala land in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep yep we are on the move. Packed all up and said goodbye to our old land and move to a corner plot where we can have the full sunset. We had just got Lala sorted and complete in to heaven , then next thing we move and start all over a again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day one&lt;/span&gt;….. Zena spots the plot of land, decides she must have and she needs. Muscle the voice of reason talks her in to thinking logic. Yep she does for about ohhhhh 5 mins then side tracks in to I want mode. We have 4000sm of land and we live on ohhhhhhh about a 3ed of that. The rest well just Zena muscle creating wonderful surroundings. The plot of land for sale was double the amount and yep he’s right we don’t need anymore land the size we have is big enough for us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt; …… Muscle tells Zena we can swap the plot of land, he had spoken to the land manager Tex she agreed to half the plot for sale and swap our land for the corner we both always wanted a corner plot so sale agreed, we both said goodbye to our home and packed everything away. Moved on to new land with a complete blank canvas. Minds ticking away on what to build. We stood there for a while unsure where to start. Muscle taking control of building the house, Zena the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day Three&lt;/span&gt;……… Lala land looking better then ever the jigsaw pieces slowly coming together .Bit by bit prim by prim Lala land starts to shine in all its splendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learnt a lot in building and creating, every time we take it back to the beginning and build from scratch we seem to it bigger and better. The first time we build total chaos, needing everything on the land. As time goes on and you pick up different tips on building and creating you become more focused on prim counts and understanding the way thing works. Looking back from old house to new house .Wow what a change .Pats Zena and Muscle on the back for a job well done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9Lr_DaTWeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZHD5wIbiJBA/s1600-h/Snapshot_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175458390282033634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9Lr_DaTWeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZHD5wIbiJBA/s320/Snapshot_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;New plot of land &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9Ls7jaTWfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/S9omMV85eO0/s1600-h/Snapshot_004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175459429664119282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9Ls7jaTWfI/AAAAAAAAAd4/S9omMV85eO0/s320/Snapshot_004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;slowly lala land gets pieced together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LwLDaTWgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KAnERTXCsww/s1600-h/Snapshot_005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175462994486974978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LwLDaTWgI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KAnERTXCsww/s320/Snapshot_005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lala land looking good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7780559802657799517?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7780559802657799517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7780559802657799517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7780559802657799517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7780559802657799517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/lala-land-on-move.html' title='Lala land on the move'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LrCDaTWdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/MfDYgLlNNC8/s72-c/Snapshot_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-15351432272342587</id><published>2008-03-08T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:29:14.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Snail Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LmIDaTWZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YLVHFEg39SM/s1600-h/Snapshot_085.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175451947831089554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LmIDaTWZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YLVHFEg39SM/s400/Snapshot_085.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ready steady go…….. and there off…..&lt;br /&gt;A night at the races SL style……Dog racing? Nope ...Horse racing? Ermmmmmm nope&lt;br /&gt;Only in the world of SL you can go and watch giant snails. Yep yep you read it right, I will say it again in cause you miss heard me Giant Snail Racing. Muscle and I was introduced to the crazy racing on SL TV. Watch it for a bit while flicking channels. Muscle surprised me by taking me to watch the races while it happened. Two words can totally describe it Total Carnage. Chaos in the making, your eyes all over the shot as you pick the colour snail you choose to win. Its crazy to watch and funny . Its one of them must see to believe it. The snails are avatars changed in to snails. Its very funny to watch but has lag issues . The sim crashed while we was there, really its is chaos you have to listen to the voice feed to find out what is going on.When you sit on the bench , this is the colour of the snail you want to win. The bench follows the race for you it helps you keep up.See for your self, you will roll on floor laughing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LmsjaTWaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3vsAvEFGeR4/s1600-h/Snapshot_083.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175452574896314786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LmsjaTWaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3vsAvEFGeR4/s320/Snapshot_083.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Muscle and Zena wait for the race to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LnlDaTWbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/E5vdpbjaUXw/s1600-h/Snapshot_086.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175453545558923698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LnlDaTWbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/E5vdpbjaUXw/s320/Snapshot_086.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Zena &amp;amp; Mucle trying to follow the race &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-15351432272342587?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/15351432272342587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=15351432272342587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/15351432272342587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/15351432272342587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/03/giant-snail-race.html' title='Giant Snail Race'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R9LmIDaTWZI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YLVHFEg39SM/s72-c/Snapshot_085.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1520468120048838604</id><published>2008-02-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:48:48.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R7XKzS-btDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3iVoD4Gn1Fw/s1600-h/cupid.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167259130093351986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R7XKzS-btDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3iVoD4Gn1Fw/s400/cupid.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ohhhh cupid Zena  did a wonderful great fantastic job this week. Mission to give Muscle the best ever present yet in SL. I borrowed cupid’s arrows and aimed at Muscles heart .A wonderful fantastic night was the plan to gift him. We celebrated Valentines Day on the 13th running in to the 14th. 13th is a special date to us always as we was partnered on this date in October. I won't go in to much of what I did for my baby just this.&lt;br /&gt;My love was written in the stars for him&lt;br /&gt;Our Love is now embedded on SL for eternity&lt;br /&gt;A question was asked with a fantastic reply&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m not given too much away, your absolutely correct it was our special night and one that I want to keep for us. I may tell you one day how to stop someone dead in there tracks but mmmmmm I be given my secret away .I will say only this, think of an idea a plan of anything, what you would like to do or to gift someone .SL will make all your dreams come true, free your mind and you can always hit heaven every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1520468120048838604?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1520468120048838604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1520468120048838604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1520468120048838604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1520468120048838604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/02/cupid.html' title='CUPID'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R7XKzS-btDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3iVoD4Gn1Fw/s72-c/cupid.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-419540033555739462</id><published>2008-02-07T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:46:47.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going on in Zena World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6tkmru_v8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/fq2JddS639Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_057.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164332013448052674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6tkmru_v8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/fq2JddS639Q/s400/Snapshot_057.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wells its been quiet on the blog front for a while, so I guess I better do a catch up of what I been up to, sooooooo mmmm let me think so much to write, dunno where to start. Are you sitting comfy? Mmmm have you got a snack or two? Do you need a drink? I would get them now if I were you because you may be reading for some time. Ok, ok here we go ready for a 10-page essay I promise to breathe in-between but you know me, I can talk for England.&lt;br /&gt;You will always see Three sides to me one an Angel, 2nd the devil and 3rd is me. I have a very mischievous side and a well I love it. Laughter &amp;amp; love is the best medicine in life. They call me a Fallen Angel and I guess there right; most people will always see one side from angel or devil. Privileged people will just see the true me. There is almost two journeys Zena goes on, one with her hubby,one with her friends. Muscle will always be the most important person, friends are important in her life to they always fill the gap of emptiness until my honey bear logs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total lost for Muscle spending as much time as we can together projects have gone on the back burner as we just explore each other all the more. Just simply loving life together and never getting enough of each other. SL relationships never have yet run the test of time well maybe some but very few, I have seen many people get together and many people split. Our relationship has been going on for sometime now and well we already gone throw the average time of a SL relationship. They say its 3 months so mm let me think We met in July got together in September, Partnered on the 12th October now its February and we are still as strong as ever , in fact we are worse then we was. You would think the honeymoon period would be over, Ohhhhhhhh no far from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minds difting off to my honey bear dreaming .......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one becomes an addiction and you just can't get enough, when your body and mind is starved of them for only a few minutes, you start to crave them, your heart yearns and your mind is wired trapped with in a dream and reality wanting and praying for time to run fast only then praying for time to stand still when you are together. Everything around you reminds you of them, smiling, laughing, sunrays warming your face, wetness of the rain as it bounces of your body, shiver down your back. You think to them, your body heats up , your heart is beating fast, your mind becomes a blaze, you try to keep it under control but you can’t a massive beam comes across your face and it lights a room in fact it lights the world . When you think you love someone as much as you can, another feeling comes in to play. You think I’m crazy well maybe your right, I think I’m insane I must be because I have fallen head over heels in love with my Honey Bear; I do it again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only person I have ever met who leaves me with no control, I am totally helpless. I know he feels the same, you think things would have calmed down by now but OMG no. Everyday just gets better, yes we have highs &amp;amp; lows but they are always together. We talk about everything the conversation never dries up. It’s now at the point where we say the exact same thing at the same time. Its surreal, we went to look at friends new home .Looking around every time we speak the same thing came out of our mouths I’m sure our friend thinks we are a couple of parrots. When we laugh, tears roll down my face screaming so much my side hurts. When I feel low he wipes the tears from my face and makes the darkness disappear. When he is low, then I take his hand and lead him in to the light .When we are both low then we hold each other squeezing so tight making the devils disappear so the angels can dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my friend’s, Where ever possible .Laughing so much together, Zena being her normal sarcastic self. I really love to make people laugh and when my mood is high I get on a roll. Cant help it people feed off my mood and when I hear a room laughing with me I know I’m doing a great job. Went pole dancing, you raise an eyebrow and mmmm . Not what you think. 3 friends just having a laugh and yes tears where rolling down my face. Was very funny ohhh we got tips but not from men, just from each other hehe, but it entertained us and passed sometime. I had been helping out friends, shopping and just relaxing. My evil Twin Lace is now a DJ at a club so went to see her there. All the BH crowd is there enjoying the music and the conversation. BH is a great place the only problem is it has restrictions in, with it being a PG sim then you have to watch what you wear, watch what you say and well just be an angle as the room is policed. You laugh and think Zena an angel nope your right, she always gets told off in there and when my evil twin lace is there well normal all hell brakes loose in BH you will always find Lace and I in the thick of it trying to glue our halos back on to our heads before we get caught. To be honest I think the hosts give up on us and just leave us to chaos, but we make people laugh and hey if it brightens us there day then fantastic. There is a gang of us that normally hang out 90% are female and ohhhhhh boy you know you’re in trouble when there is a covet of witches. Men try to pierce the circle only to be slapped down where they stand. Its funny, well just entertainment. You will find me always setting up Caro, mmmm what we have not done to her more the point , lets think what Zena and Lace have done well, we got her married off and had a wedding party night there ohhhh we forgot to tell Caro, mmmm I sold her for 11 camels but had to say no because winne wanted formula one tickets. I have offered her out for rent at 100Lindens for 10 mins, sounds crazy trust me it is. When you walk in to BH and we are all there, just batten down the hatches because chaos rules. We are only ever joking but when people think we are being serious that’s when the fun starts, the bate has been bitten and its time to reel them in . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-419540033555739462?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/419540033555739462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=419540033555739462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/419540033555739462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/419540033555739462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-been-going-on-in-zena-world.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going on in Zena World'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6tkmru_v8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/fq2JddS639Q/s72-c/Snapshot_057.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-8871578442832001514</id><published>2008-02-05T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:25:40.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge or be Judged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6itWbu_v7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Oq4ItbuiEvk/s1600-h/Snapshot_052.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163567573693874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6itWbu_v7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Oq4ItbuiEvk/s400/Snapshot_052.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RL a very sexy pretty lady walks down the road with a short skirt on and low cut top, you turn your head and think yep-pretty lady. Yes thoughts go throw your head but you don’t say them out loud. Keep your thoughts to your self and on your way you go.&lt;br /&gt;SL a very sexy AV walks past you short skirt, top that covers just the part it needs to hide and what go throw your mind… Need to have that, want that. So you don’t keep your options to your self you must tell her so send her an IM. Lets see how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE. ……You’re really hot and sexy&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE Thanks&lt;br /&gt;MALE… You know I want to ride that arse&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE. Drop dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm you think this is how you get a good response??????. I question it sometimes and wonder why men think with their Dumb sticks more in SL then their brains. Would you ever approach a woman in RL like this, surely would have more manners.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny really makes me laugh because you judge avatar so easy on SL, You are more out spoken and there is no boundaries, girl says no so you move on to the next. It’s simply done.&lt;br /&gt;Now Zena…. Yep she dresses sexy. She likes to look good, likes the best she can buy in SL. Needs to look different from the rest. So men look and always want what they can’t have but what they fail to realise is I may look a bimbo but my mind and my Avatars body belongs to the Puppet master. Yes she could go round sleeping with all Avatars without batting an eyelid, however Zena chooses not to this, ….Why? you ask …. It’s simple it bores me in fact its not my scene at all, yes you experiment when you are first born on to SL I would be lying if I said I didn’t. However I found that my mind and heart needs to be set a light and stimulated to get a response from me and well where do I find that mmmmmmm let me think mind goes to one and only person.&lt;br /&gt;Through my journey from start until now, I changed Zena my personality and believes came throw. Yes it’s only a game but I did bring a part of me in to as time went on.&lt;br /&gt;SL is for fantasies and well if your fantasy is to have no manners and no respect then crack on. Only be ready for the come back, believe me or not we are not all the same on SL we are all individuals behind every avatar lays a mind, a mind that choose there own opinions and response .SL is about freeing your mind and treading water in unknown territories. There is more to SL then just Sex and it saddens me to think people haven’t yet tasted the finer juices of a everlasting flow of nectar.&lt;br /&gt;My friends see me as a sarcastic funny person who always has an answer for everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shocks me and well if your rude to me I can bet your bottom dollar there will be the best come back you will ever have and it will never be pretty. I have barriers up so high you could never penetrate my heart. Only one person could ever hurt me , that’s because he sees the true puppet master not only the game.&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother me when people are rude to me? No not at all in fact I find it funny, why funny you ask? Well the fact of the matter is if your brain is so small you have to talk to people like that then I pity you. Some people like to be spoken to like this but a majority will just think you’re a dirty old pervert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must stress not all people are like the above , you tend to find its more the newbies , who want to try all. I remeber speaking to a newbie and first question to me was ...... "where do you dance you are so sexy and how much do you charge?" Zena reply ."Not everything in here is for sale , please read profiles". He straight away judged a book from its cover. All he wanted was a women , he asked me for my help I said "sure I will help you find a lady but please speak to me with manners you where born with". He was shocked by my reponse. I talked to him explaining that the best things on life are for free,if you treat ladys in here with repect then they will like you, treat them as an object and you will stay single forever maybe getting lucky from time to time with a newbie. Im glad to say he listened to what I had to say and hey prestto what you know he is now partnered to a lovely Avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well im getting off my soap box now . with this message.... We are all individuals , we all think and feel. Just remember not everyone will be on SL for the samething you are , repect all and never forget your manners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-8871578442832001514?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/8871578442832001514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=8871578442832001514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8871578442832001514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8871578442832001514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/02/judge-or-be-judged.html' title='Judge or be Judged'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R6itWbu_v7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Oq4ItbuiEvk/s72-c/Snapshot_052.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1836247949878033016</id><published>2008-01-27T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:20:05.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x6k7u_v2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/8AnkDTb2xjI/s1600-h/Snapshot_007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160134047988432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x6k7u_v2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/8AnkDTb2xjI/s400/Snapshot_007.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Simply Amazing, what can I say about the picture above, WIndlight at its best . hang on need to rewind to the beginning of the night ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Took my baby horse riding to an amazing Sim , a fantastic place I came across with Suzi . Its massive and full of great things, you follow the pony trails around the sim . Had a spot of bother with a massive crash for some strange reason when I logged back on I ended up in BH on a horse lol . Well best was to come another part of the Sim I had never seen before and wow amazing. Massive castle, mmmmmm needed exploring , it was really fantastic  wanted to know what it would be like to see it on Windlight . I logged back on and one word came out of mouth WOW . Muscle lodged in to windlight and logged on next thing WOW.Time always runs away on SL one min I looked at clock it was 21.00 then next time I looked  it was after 2 in the morning.Always the same when I'm with my nearest and dearest. Never enough time in the world for us to have.With windlight its like looking at SL Sims in different vision soooooo need to go back and re-visit Sims that I thought was amazing ,I bet they will be just fantastic with these new glasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5yCGru_v5I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yYK9OoOdIDs/s1600-h/zena+and+animals.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142324390412178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5yCGru_v5I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yYK9OoOdIDs/s320/zena+and+animals.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena talking to the animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x9Rbu_v3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hbf6aVpws2s/s1600-h/Snapshot_011.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160137011515866994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x9Rbu_v3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hbf6aVpws2s/s320/Snapshot_011.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amazing front of castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x-XLu_v4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/63bqDak5RGo/s1600-h/Snapshot_013.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160138209811742594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x-XLu_v4I/AAAAAAAAAcY/63bqDak5RGo/s320/Snapshot_013.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena and White Wing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5yHJbu_v6I/AAAAAAAAAco/9F1y2dXvzAk/s1600-h/windlight+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160147869193191330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5yHJbu_v6I/AAAAAAAAAco/9F1y2dXvzAk/s320/windlight+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arms of my baby , loving the view and loving him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1836247949878033016?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1836247949878033016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1836247949878033016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1836247949878033016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1836247949878033016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-night-out.html' title='Our Night Out'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5x6k7u_v2I/AAAAAAAAAcI/8AnkDTb2xjI/s72-c/Snapshot_007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3536338407971049386</id><published>2008-01-26T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:34:22.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date With The Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5shnLu_vsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-yW0Ag9ALl8/s1600-h/dance+with+Devil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159754755131555522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5shnLu_vsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-yW0Ag9ALl8/s400/dance+with+Devil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Setting the mood , creating the perfect date...... yep anything is possible . Zena with a thought in her mind how to make her man smile from the first min of his arrival........ what to do ..what to do...... OH let me think mind goes in to check list mode. Muscles loves his angel , loves his slow dance, loves waterfalls, loves spending time with his lady and just relaxing soooooo the mission is set . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now for the wardrobe mmmmmm nope not formals tonight lets be different rummaging throw her wardrobe . oh yep yep ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then the scene ... I know lets do a search mmmmmmm what for? dunno, lets just try a word and see where it takes me. oh yep yep found it perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looks at time dam baby due home soon.... oh need to get changed ready tick tock tick time waits for no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ohhhhh you may think I'm totally crazy and yep you will be spot on . But then again this is SL so not crazy just opening up my mind and letting dreams and fantasies run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fallen angel waits for her Devil prince in a fantastic place, sends a Tp over to him asking him to come and dance with her in a heavenly garden. Wow his beam yep great. Mission accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love putting a smile on Muscles face, to feel his mood fly high sends mine off the scale. My mind has been in RL most of the time this week, RL been busy and tiredness set in but muscle always there everyday to make the stress go away and to lift my mood to another height. Friday came RL stress gone, focused on my honey bear and how to thank him for being there when I needed him . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s7-bu_vvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IENoXKHwjPc/s1600-h/Snapshot_043.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159783741865836274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s7-bu_vvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/IENoXKHwjPc/s320/Snapshot_043.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dancing in my babies arms, best way to start the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s4cbu_vtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d8uW_VEmJRQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_046.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159779859215400658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s4cbu_vtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d8uW_VEmJRQ/s320/Snapshot_046.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe in Muscles arms all calm all relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s5I7u_vuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/sVLMvF4OpQU/s1600-h/Snapshot_048.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159780623719579362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5s5I7u_vuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/sVLMvF4OpQU/s320/Snapshot_048.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angle kissing the Devil filling him full of heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3536338407971049386?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3536338407971049386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3536338407971049386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3536338407971049386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3536338407971049386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/date-with-devil.html' title='Date With The Devil'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5shnLu_vsI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-yW0Ag9ALl8/s72-c/dance+with+Devil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3161791697814821094</id><published>2008-01-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:30:33.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenas Loves for Muscle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5uVebu_vxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vh9S5dJSulw/s1600-h/pick+close+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159882148156522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5uVebu_vxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vh9S5dJSulw/s400/pick+close+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do I love you? I think and smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because I know the list could run on for miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so many little things that make me love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way you support me, and help with my emotions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the way that you care and show such devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way your eyes shine when you look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lost with you forever is where I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way that I feel when you're by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a sense of completion and overflowing pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the possibilities I see and the things we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but all you really must know is my love for you is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7478047052642034850-3161791697814821094?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3161791697814821094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3161791697814821094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3161791697814821094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3161791697814821094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/zenas-loves-for-muscle.html' title='Zenas Loves for Muscle'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R5uVebu_vxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/vh9S5dJSulw/s72-c/pick+close+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3940533768006709462</id><published>2008-01-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T03:34:30.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SL emotions can be like a normal sinus rhythm going in to VF (Ventricular fibrillation). One minute hearts normal , maybe moods kind of still but ticking along next minute it plummets in to despair causing heart to go in to a crazy rhythm.Its crazy to think that SL is game. Emotions and feelings play a big part .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and Muscle beat as one,sounds crazy but you can really read peoples moods on SL, you feel them ,in the way they talk the words they use just the way they feel towards you. I love muscle with all my heart he is my everything , when he crashes I soon follow. Its a roller coaster in its self, one min mood can be stable, then so fast out of control in to another dimension. Dam before you know it your hearts in your hand feels like it has been ripped out and unsure what to do about it. Your fate lies in the hands of another human and you have no control over the out come , you just have to fasten your seat belts and hang on for the ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have realised that my emotions have no defence, stripped naked by the love and the way I feel .My faces are all gone and he sees the true me,it scares me to think that someone can get so close and make me feel this way.I'm left vulnerable to all types emotional feelings we have for each other, highs are fantastic but lows are the pits of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm glad to say we don't have many of these nights, no body's perfect if we all was then the world would be a boring place. Moods and emotions are what make us humans, they build us in to who we are . Shut them off and you just exist let them run there own course and you will have the best ever feelings but the worst ever nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3940533768006709462?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3940533768006709462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3940533768006709462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3940533768006709462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3940533768006709462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6153580361875265733</id><published>2008-01-20T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T05:44:14.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business or Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To do business or not to do business?....that is the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When does SL stop being a dream and become part of your working life.Do you want to have a job in SL like RL working to dead lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; This week Muscle was offered a great thing to buy one of his creations as we are a team both went to have a chit chat with the buyer. He wants  to sell Muscles creation in his shop. OH yep sounds wonderful .Having someone like what you have designed is a fantastic feeling. The man was soooo pushy almost desperate to have the design. We said we would think about it and get back to him. Now you would think that the gent would wait for us. Nope he pushed,pushed and pushed ,he knew what he wanted and nothing going to get in his way, au contraire it was our dreams and believes that was to stop him. Why you ask , why we not sell . well here is my answer ......SL is for fun , a dream world where you forget your RL just for a few hours .  Building is fun, creating is fun and when we do both together that's me and muscle we love it . We do it at our own pace no rush .when you have to create things on demand with dead lines  then it becomes monotonous, enjoyment is taken out and before you know it your SL becomes a second job . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My SL is built around my life with Muscle, we live and breath for each other , we do things together our relationship is the most important thing.We come first and what ever we build or not build will always be at our own speed. We do think to sell maybe in the future , but Rome wasn't built in a day and if it happens well great and if not still great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That what this man didn't realise , he is on SL to work, which is great every mans journey on SL is different but what does annoy me is the pushing . Not taking No for an answer,not listening to what we was saying .He had a vision and nothing but nothing was going to stop him. I wouldn't have done business with him in the end up as I personally didn't like his attitude .The way I work is push me and my heels dig in and my answer will always be no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6153580361875265733?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6153580361875265733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6153580361875265733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6153580361875265733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6153580361875265733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/business-or-fun.html' title='Business or Fun'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-2019306098959388625</id><published>2008-01-17T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:53:16.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whole new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming"............ohhhhhhh yep I'm singing . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What can I say Lala land back with a vengeance , bigger better. yep WOW oohhhh nope Double WOW .I loved the old house but this. well simply fantastic, Muscle did most of the work building. OHHHHHHH yep smiling cause its so wonderful how you can build a world from nothing like phoenix rising from the flames . Landscape not completed yet as we dunno what to put there , knowing us it will be wonderful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156445273430443922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49fp_qQR5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/dY6k9kitARg/s320/Snapshot_030.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have the fishes and view from room is of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49fAPqQR4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DUetMezZYBQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_032.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156444556170905474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49fAPqQR4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DUetMezZYBQ/s320/Snapshot_032.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balcony for dancing and chilling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49eDfqQR3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/D85W4CnQ-lA/s1600-h/Snapshot_037.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156443512493852530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49eDfqQR3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/D85W4CnQ-lA/s320/Snapshot_037.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrance to house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-2019306098959388625?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/2019306098959388625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=2019306098959388625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2019306098959388625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2019306098959388625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/whole-new-world.html' title='whole new world'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R49fp_qQR5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/dY6k9kitARg/s72-c/Snapshot_030.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4530393626111864299</id><published>2008-01-11T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:21:08.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic never left</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well what a week, you think you can't love somebody anymore and its not possible, then POW in fact DOUBLE POW ,you fall deeper and deeper. Wake up...smile , go to.... sleep smile, in fact dreaming all day and night about the amazing man in my life, Dam writing this and the beam ohhhhhhhhh its big ohhhhhh its massive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what we been up to this week , well just spending as much time together as usual never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;getting enough of each other.Loosing our minds in each other and hearts in all we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lala Paradise is having a whole new look, fell out of love with it for a while thinking the place had lost a bit of the magic we even started looking around for new land to buy , both of us wasn't happy there, well happy cause where together but not with our paradise.My lesson I have learnt is not all people are respectful of your privacy and what is around them, Hey I know this is a game but our land is private and to us its a magic place. But the magic is not in the place its in us ,I could live anywhere and be happy as long as I have Muscle at my side the worlds our oyster and boundaries hold no limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then this week happened and boy ohhhhhh boy the magic is there, it just needed to dust to be blown off. So armed with his tool belt honey bear 2 new builds for us, start of the week in the sky ,then end of the week a whole new place under the sea yep that's what I said under the sea. Its still work in progress cause we keep getting side tracked .ohhhhhhh smiling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4kRBPqQR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GWcfDA2qaTA/s1600-h/Snapshot_027.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154669961583544146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4kRBPqQR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GWcfDA2qaTA/s320/Snapshot_027.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Listening to his heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4kSZPqQR2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/dDRjymR3MNw/s1600-h/Snapshot_026.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154671473412032354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4kSZPqQR2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/dDRjymR3MNw/s320/Snapshot_026.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looking and dreaming  at my honey bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4530393626111864299?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4530393626111864299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4530393626111864299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4530393626111864299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4530393626111864299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-never-left.html' title='Magic never left'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4kRBPqQR1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GWcfDA2qaTA/s72-c/Snapshot_027.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-682100002359551457</id><published>2008-01-07T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:37:53.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well whats new in Zena land mmmmmm let me see....... Well nothing changed really busy with hubby as usual enjoying each other company,spending as much time as RL will let us together loving each other and just having a great time . Have been in more contact with friends down at Black hearts having a lot of fun and laughing the hours away its nice to get in touch . Met some new female friends which is always great .&lt;br /&gt;Lala land well fallen a bit out of love with our paradise at the moment , think its lost a bit of magic there since we have been invaded by more people. Im sure it will come back, its crazy really that other people can affect your privacy here and it bothers you.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh and changed skin , thought to have a change and you know Zena and shopping well this one was a toughie, didn't want to change her look as I kind of like Zena's body and face and didn't want to scare Muscle to much when he logged on and found a stranger in our home and we would have to do all the pictures again . So went on a mission trying on skins laughing a lot with the way I looked, figured out that to get good quality skins then you have to pay the price.I found out that this is one of the most frustrating buys for me on SL .Trying to get the perfect one is bloody hard work , I ended up stressed with a lot of huffs along the way. Didn't help with Winne laughing at me while I throw my toys out of pram . But I found the perfect skin , trouble is I look to perfect more like a doll hehe and it takes time to get used to it but the detail is a lot better.For some strange reason I got a thing about hair at the moment keep changing it , one min Blondie next black then a rainbow every time I walked in to BH I was a different colour totally confused people its great . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JvKvqQRqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fv3HEErml7g/s1600-h/Snapshot_019.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152803154048337570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JvKvqQRqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fv3HEErml7g/s320/Snapshot_019.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Black hair Zena cleaning the floor with new dance moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JugfqQRpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MLKd0xCBmzo/s1600-h/Snapshot_010.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152802428198864530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JugfqQRpI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MLKd0xCBmzo/s320/Snapshot_010.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; showing off her new sexy skin and new Blondie hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4Js3vqQRoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0w8Uvo5s3Ho/s1600-h/Snapshot_025.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152800628607567490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4Js3vqQRoI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0w8Uvo5s3Ho/s320/Snapshot_025.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing each other as always me and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hubby in our own underwater world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JsRPqQRnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LPvHXA7Cwsw/s1600-h/Snapshot_022.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152799967182603890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JsRPqQRnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LPvHXA7Cwsw/s320/Snapshot_022.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Girls giving it large in Black hearts ohhh winne joining in &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JrhvqQRmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XvY5tfGrixY/s1600-h/Snapshot_024.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152799151138817634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JrhvqQRmI/AAAAAAAAAXY/XvY5tfGrixY/s320/Snapshot_024.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my baby , hes my everything xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-682100002359551457?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/682100002359551457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=682100002359551457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/682100002359551457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/682100002359551457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2008/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4JvKvqQRqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fv3HEErml7g/s72-c/Snapshot_019.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3114358571578094373</id><published>2007-12-29T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:47:26.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and my honey bear went shopping, spoiling me and just blowing linden dollars, was really fantastic and fun. Trying all our buys on and being like kids with new toys . Best bit of the shopping trip the dance at the end. What better way to spend a Saturday shopping and in Muscles arms. I think Muscles got a bit of a problem he loves to shop, really he's worse then me . Naaaaaa he's got some way to go before he gets that bad. This was the first time we had been clothes shopping together, it was so much fun ,think it will become a regular thing, well that's if I don't go on a shopping ban. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3bRz_qQRjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s41xXWZ298E/s1600-h/Snapshot_013.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149533915136935474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3bRz_qQRjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s41xXWZ298E/s320/Snapshot_013.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zena &amp;amp; Muscle dressed up in new gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3bRMPqQRiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S1SnHbchCy0/s1600-h/Snapshot_011.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149533232237135394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3bRMPqQRiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S1SnHbchCy0/s320/Snapshot_011.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ohhhhh never enough time when there together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3114358571578094373?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3114358571578094373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3114358571578094373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3114358571578094373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3114358571578094373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-trip.html' title='Shopping Trip'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3bRz_qQRjI/AAAAAAAAAXA/s41xXWZ298E/s72-c/Snapshot_013.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4464402723859961951</id><published>2007-12-28T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:03:51.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I write this and I'm smiling , with what precious time we have together over the holidays , my other half never ceases to surprise me . He took me on a magical date , started the night where it all begun for me and him many moons ago. We talked about the journey we had been on . It seems so funny how much we changed . How many U turns we did on our opinion. I met Muscle in SOTB but where it all started I mean when we fell head over heels for each other was Sea Breeze, this place holds a lot of memory's all good for the both of us . We would hide away in each others arms here, forget the world out side and just get lost in each others mind. Dam my smile growing bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We danced and talked before moving on to another place , I found an Ice palace when I was trying to fine the special spot for his Christmas present. Thought I would keep it up my sleeve for when it was needed . Yep now the time to pull it out. Its a great place only trouble was I got harassed by a newbie who wanted to dance , even clicked on to pose ball before Muscle did. Huffed a bit while he followed us round. Muscle was more polite then me;-) sometimes I'm just to straight to the point , but if they don't read profiles then they ask for it. We finished the night at our home. I never forget how much he's in my heart and mind,he always knows how to press the right buttons and send my mind to paradise. He knows my moods and reads me like a book and everyday I fall in love more with my hubby. He picks me up when I am low, flies high with me when my mood has wings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MMMMMMM OHHHH so loved up dam I'm talking cheese. This was just another perfect night in a long chain of them . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VUTvqQRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ibpMNXBY5gk/s1600-h/Snapshot_114.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149114447155971570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VUTvqQRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ibpMNXBY5gk/s320/Snapshot_114.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena never grows tired of loosing herself in the dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VMbPqQRbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/i-pgag7DWko/s1600-h/Snapshot_108.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149105779911968178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VMbPqQRbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/i-pgag7DWko/s320/Snapshot_108.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Has to be a slow dance for honey bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VOO_qQRdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ACTS8Hqlpf4/s1600-h/Snapshot_127.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149107768481826258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VOO_qQRdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ACTS8Hqlpf4/s320/Snapshot_127.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the ice palace heating up the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VO5vqQReI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2-HtI89iHJ8/s1600-h/Snapshot_125.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149108502921233890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VO5vqQReI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2-HtI89iHJ8/s320/Snapshot_125.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perfect place, perfect couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4464402723859961951?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4464402723859961951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4464402723859961951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4464402723859961951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4464402723859961951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-date.html' title='Perfect Date'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VUTvqQRfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ibpMNXBY5gk/s72-c/Snapshot_114.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3301795380566348520</id><published>2007-12-27T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:04:40.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well me and Muscle decided to build a little under water world ourselves , armed with his tool belt , my honey bear worked hard to trans form the land. I mopped his brow as he created a great place. Well we started it together but as always one of us like to surprise the other . Muscle finished it off while i was off line . We did go a bit over board with the number of fish , but looks fantastic .He made it in to an amazing place and he even turned himself in to a merman for me. As I said before I love underwater Sim's and he knows this, so what a great surprise for me to log on to . We danced underwater and swam with the fish and the best part of it was its own special place where we can always go ;-). You will find me just sat down there just chilling out, I find it very relaxing in fact I'm writing this while sat undersea ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3U_WPqQRXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9wFU5gqVx8Y/s1600-h/Snapshot_083.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149091400361461106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3U_WPqQRXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9wFU5gqVx8Y/s320/Snapshot_083.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;our very own under water world an amazing build&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VAAPqQRYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qvglBe_iHpY/s1600-h/Snapshot_093.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149092121915966850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VAAPqQRYI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qvglBe_iHpY/s320/Snapshot_093.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gurrrrrr me and my merman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3P2C_qQRWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6MPYmszuLYw/s1600-h/Snapshot_090.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148729330323440994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3P2C_qQRWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6MPYmszuLYw/s320/Snapshot_090.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing under the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3P1ZvqQRVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9fQJiOVLKZ4/s1600-h/Snapshot_089.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148728621653837138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3P1ZvqQRVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9fQJiOVLKZ4/s320/Snapshot_089.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love it when we dance any where . and you should hear whats been said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VFQvqQRZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xjuXGQtFlnk/s1600-h/Snapshot_086.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149097902941947282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VFQvqQRZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xjuXGQtFlnk/s320/Snapshot_086.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always keep our heads above water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VF8_qQRaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bXKwFoeBdHk/s1600-h/Snapshot_100.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098663151158690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3VF8_qQRaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bXKwFoeBdHk/s320/Snapshot_100.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;have to have a kiss ;-) and he don't smell fishy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we thought we wouldn't see much of each other over the holidays but we have managed to see each other as much as we can, its been a great Christmas and i can guarantee it will be an even better New Year . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3301795380566348520?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3301795380566348520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3301795380566348520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3301795380566348520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3301795380566348520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/under-sea.html' title='Under the sea'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R3U_WPqQRXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9wFU5gqVx8Y/s72-c/Snapshot_083.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6997079292340324381</id><published>2007-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:59:43.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was one of the most amazing nights of my SL experience , we choose Friday 21st December to open our gifts for each other reason being with our RL you just don't know where your going to be on Christmas day . The build up to the day , well we was like a couple of kids wanting to know what was under the Christmas tree , Zena huffing cause Muscle had put empty boxes under tree , Muscle being curious  as I lock myself away in the Lab , but we was good we didn't share until the day . Muscles gifts to me well just simply splendid He got me that much jewellery Mr T would be jealous . I smile as I think to my main present it was very personal and so special ohhhhhhhh and my extra honey bear  in case hes not here ;-).I was that excited i forgot to take my camera out and take pics lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My gifts to Muscle well one has us rolling on the floor in laughter, I will see if he will let me take a picture its great , one was a personal gift that spoke from my heart which I won't go in to as its just for his eyes and the last present to make the night so special was well........ finished the night of to pure perfection. First I went out , sent him a Tux and told him to wear it , I put a great dress on and TPed to a new place I had found very romantic with fireworks and great dance floor . I tped him over and watched his surprise on this face , Told you muscle loves his slow dances and what better to give him a Christmas gift of a special dance with his special lady in a wonderful place .The night was filled with pure emotion , the gifts where great they  meant a lot to the puppet masters behind Zena &amp;amp; Muscle.I smile every time I think of this night, one that will stay in my heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21CAfqQRRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZnPqjuBEmPA/s1600-h/Snapshot_031.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146842525420504338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21CAfqQRRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZnPqjuBEmPA/s320/Snapshot_031.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fire works above us and amazing place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21D7vqQRUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TQcNUd5sEOQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_034.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844642839381314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21D7vqQRUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TQcNUd5sEOQ/s320/Snapshot_034.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Loosing each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21DCfqQRSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/QmvB-s6402w/s1600-h/christmas+night1.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146843659291870498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21DCfqQRSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/QmvB-s6402w/s320/christmas+night1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;having to take a breather from the excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21Da_qQRTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mH-jzWLDMyU/s1600-h/christmas+night+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146844080198665522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21Da_qQRTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mH-jzWLDMyU/s320/christmas+night+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finishing the night off at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6997079292340324381?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6997079292340324381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6997079292340324381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6997079292340324381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6997079292340324381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-christmas-day.html' title='our Christmas Day'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R21CAfqQRRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZnPqjuBEmPA/s72-c/Snapshot_031.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5626417705860520331</id><published>2007-12-16T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T08:24:43.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday ride out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon .... then a horse ride around the pony trail Sim's. Some strange reason I have been on my own mission this weekend to open up my experiences in SL armed with idea in my head I logged on to see what was out there with horse riding. Suzi was on and at a loose end so she joined me in my madness. First mission to kit myself out , if your going to do the experience then may as well go for the full hog. We bought the full attire Josephus,boots, jacket and even the hat. mmmmmm one thing missing .... horses . Suzi already had one just me to get one. Had to be a white horse, did think about a unicorn but thought naaaaaaa try be normal for a change lol. So I bought white wing (name of my horse) . Around the Sim's we trotted , Was a great day full of laughs &amp;amp; adventure ;-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Vv7fqQRMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RLAHO7e0N4w/s1600-h/Snapshot_068.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144641217242350786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Vv7fqQRMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RLAHO7e0N4w/s320/Snapshot_068.bmp" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zena &amp;amp; suzi suited and booted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VvWPqQRLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8iSWyjLuatU/s1600-h/Snapshot_064.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144640577292223666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VvWPqQRLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8iSWyjLuatU/s320/Snapshot_064.bmp" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena &amp;amp; White wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Vu3_qQRKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/14cEqtS0K5w/s1600-h/Snapshot_066.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144640057601180834" style="CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Vu3_qQRKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/14cEqtS0K5w/s320/Snapshot_066.bmp" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white wings in love with bessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VuZvqQRJI/AAAAAAAAATw/AGpVl-Em6ps/s1600-h/Snapshot_071.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144639537910138002" style="CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VuZvqQRJI/AAAAAAAAATw/AGpVl-Em6ps/s320/Snapshot_071.bmp" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zena relxing her legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VxMvqQRNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ULEHN_W5XS8/s1600-h/Snapshot_074.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642613106722002" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VxMvqQRNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ULEHN_W5XS8/s320/Snapshot_074.bmp" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suzi &amp;amp; Zenas having a chit chat &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5626417705860520331?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5626417705860520331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5626417705860520331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5626417705860520331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5626417705860520331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-rid-out.html' title='Sunday ride out'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Vv7fqQRMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/RLAHO7e0N4w/s72-c/Snapshot_068.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-309501447069864675</id><published>2007-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:37:04.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out part 2 ( under the sea)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As the Beatles sung......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus' garden in the shade "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What better then to turn my self in to Ariel ( from the little mermaid just in case you didn't know) and go to the deep deaths of the ocean. First port of call buy myself a tail, 2ND mission had to but an AO mermaid poses so the tail worked , took awhile but I got there . I was still on wind light so thought i would go below the surface, I t simply amazing the scenery looks fantastic the movement of your AV with the override and the tail makes you look like a mermaid. Wow I'm in my element I love under the sea Sims and this one is great.Had to take my prince to see it when he got home, he thought it was just so great we danced under the sea , kissed underthe sea and had a great big huggle. I like to see new places but its always more special when I share it with Muscle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VdQfqQRFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VfHR6uxRVUI/s1600-h/Snapshot_054.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144620687298675794" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VdQfqQRFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VfHR6uxRVUI/s200/Snapshot_054.bmp" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ohhhhhhhh big jelly fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VcjfqQREI/AAAAAAAAATI/vGSrNLWHL_s/s1600-h/Snapshot_053.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144619914204562498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VcjfqQREI/AAAAAAAAATI/vGSrNLWHL_s/s200/Snapshot_053.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm lunch , I'm just a small fry compared to this beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VarPqQRDI/AAAAAAAAATA/1Aipod5bL_A/s1600-h/Snapshot_051.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144617848325293106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VarPqQRDI/AAAAAAAAATA/1Aipod5bL_A/s200/Snapshot_051.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hello there Mr octopus "how you doing" ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VZ__qQRCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Rs_DAWG84-8/s1600-h/Snapshot_049.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144617105295950882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VZ__qQRCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Rs_DAWG84-8/s200/Snapshot_049.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wow neon's simply amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VeYfqQRHI/AAAAAAAAATg/8_Edt9CacN8/s1600-h/Snapshot_057.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144621924249257074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VeYfqQRHI/AAAAAAAAATg/8_Edt9CacN8/s200/Snapshot_057.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Floating in the sea dancing with my baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VdvvqQRGI/AAAAAAAAATY/aX85ewtQtkI/s1600-h/Snapshot_056.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144621224169587810" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VdvvqQRGI/AAAAAAAAATY/aX85ewtQtkI/s200/Snapshot_056.bmp" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariel gazing at her prince wow Muscle can hold his breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Ve9vqQRII/AAAAAAAAATo/8enq6_-xK3U/s1600-h/Snapshot_059.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144622564199384194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Ve9vqQRII/AAAAAAAAATo/8enq6_-xK3U/s200/Snapshot_059.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well we just coudn't resist each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-309501447069864675?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/309501447069864675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=309501447069864675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/309501447069864675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/309501447069864675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-out-part-2-under-sea.html' title='Day out part 2 ( under the sea)'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2VdQfqQRFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/VfHR6uxRVUI/s72-c/Snapshot_054.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4301142179599442563</id><published>2007-12-15T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:07:41.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhSANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QxgPqQQ8I/AAAAAAAAASI/1nOKdMlKAsU/s1600-h/Snapshot_034.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144291104393282498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QxgPqQQ8I/AAAAAAAAASI/1nOKdMlKAsU/s400/Snapshot_034.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ohhhhhh Santa you are a cheeky devil getting me on your knee , now can I have a candy cane I have been a good girl I promise (fingers crossed behind my back). I promise I want only one thing for Christmas and if you give me what I want I will stop email spamming and stalking you and muscle will give back Rodolph safe and sound but if you don't the reindeer gets it ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4301142179599442563?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4301142179599442563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4301142179599442563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4301142179599442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4301142179599442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohhsanta.html' title='ohhSANTA'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QxgPqQQ8I/AAAAAAAAASI/1nOKdMlKAsU/s72-c/Snapshot_034.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6319584665651883431</id><published>2007-12-15T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:18:40.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out  part 1 ( volcano)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well for some strange reason beyond my control , Zena couldn't get in to Lala land (huff) but hey other things to entertain you while been locked out of home. Decided to have another go on wind light and see how the improvements are going. Armed with a cool LM to a volcano and of course my camera (wouldn't be with out it) I set off on a hike to see what photos I can take ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q6rPqQRAI/AAAAAAAAASo/45yqQcABY9A/s1600-h/Snapshot_048.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144301188976493570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q6rPqQRAI/AAAAAAAAASo/45yqQcABY9A/s320/Snapshot_048.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;watch the birdie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q5dfqQQ_I/AAAAAAAAASg/TzvVCwOL_80/s1600-h/Snapshot_047.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144299853241664498" style="CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q5dfqQQ_I/AAAAAAAAASg/TzvVCwOL_80/s320/Snapshot_047.bmp" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;looks like i better get out of here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q4mfqQQ-I/AAAAAAAAASY/Yx85Bh0OfWs/s1600-h/Snapshot_043.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144298908348859362" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q4mfqQQ-I/AAAAAAAAASY/Yx85Bh0OfWs/s320/Snapshot_043.bmp" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am the goddess of hell fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q9LPqQRBI/AAAAAAAAASw/SOvYLppkkJU/s1600-h/Snapshot_045.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144303937755563026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q9LPqQRBI/AAAAAAAAASw/SOvYLppkkJU/s320/Snapshot_045.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;smoking is bad for you health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q31vqQQ9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/4ZBWDSk7GHk/s1600-h/Snapshot_046.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144298070830236626" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q31vqQQ9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/4ZBWDSk7GHk/s400/Snapshot_046.bmp" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yep amazing view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from these pics you can see the difference between wind light and normal , the colours are great and the fact you can now change the time of day even better adds to the pleasure of wind light. Get it and try it out for yourself its well worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6319584665651883431?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6319584665651883431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6319584665651883431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6319584665651883431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6319584665651883431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-out-part-1.html' title='Day out  part 1 ( volcano)'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2Q6rPqQRAI/AAAAAAAAASo/45yqQcABY9A/s72-c/Snapshot_048.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7936855463432620344</id><published>2007-12-15T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:14:23.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QmM_qQQ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/wMfuac2oyas/s1600-h/Snapshot_035.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144278679052895090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QmM_qQQ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/wMfuac2oyas/s320/Snapshot_035.bmp" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With my honey bear out and about in RL , Suzi dragged me out for a girls night out both of us needed a girlie night. Well didn't need much arm twisting as I was lost with out Muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The problem we found was trying to find a club with people in me been a bit out of the scene in SL only had old haunts in my landmarks and most of them had gone down hill . But as soon as we got to Voodoo and heard the music yep this was the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QliPqQQ2I/AAAAAAAAARY/ABhuJLkDU1c/s1600-h/Snapshot_038.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144277944613487458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QliPqQQ2I/AAAAAAAAARY/ABhuJLkDU1c/s320/Snapshot_038.bmp" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;place to spend the night. Suzi and I are the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;age so the music took us back to our late teens and was fantastic most of them younger in the club but we danced and out smarted them all. Raul popped in to say hello before he went on a hot date. I was with my closest friends and have to say apart from a missing feeling I had in my heart cause Muscle not on it was a great night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7936855463432620344?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7936855463432620344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7936855463432620344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7936855463432620344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7936855463432620344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s night out'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R2QmM_qQQ3I/AAAAAAAAARg/wMfuac2oyas/s72-c/Snapshot_035.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4381942793978674867</id><published>2007-12-11T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:29:19.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drum roll please dum de dum dum dummmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May I proudly present Muscles and Zena's official Christmas Card for 2007 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coming to an inventory near YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thank ya thank ya very much hur her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142845210148215090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R18OeH20GTI/AAAAAAAAARI/nFXl5cYmKyU/s320/christmas33.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4381942793978674867?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4381942793978674867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4381942793978674867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4381942793978674867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4381942793978674867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card_11.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R18OeH20GTI/AAAAAAAAARI/nFXl5cYmKyU/s72-c/christmas33.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5707787059978067744</id><published>2007-12-09T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:28:09.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS IS HERE YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R11woX20GII/AAAAAAAAAPs/wNIrp-XWz38/s1600-h/Snapshot_025.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142390188427974786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R11woX20GII/AAAAAAAAAPs/wNIrp-XWz38/s320/Snapshot_025.bmp" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep its that time of year again , misotoe above your heads presents under the tree , I love this part of the year and the magic seems to run in to SL . Its my first year in SL at Christmas and I must say everyone has the right spirit. So what me and Muscle do try to create our own Christmas card and got our selves a tree for our home  we even put lights out side our house. As you can see from the pictures we had great fun.&lt;br /&gt;What else we been up to hmmmmmm let me see. well I thought it was time to catch up with a few &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R112Hn20GJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bfQ9Vpvm-x4/s1600-h/Snapshot_023.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142396222857025682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R112Hn20GJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bfQ9Vpvm-x4/s320/Snapshot_023.bmp" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;and see whats happening in my usual haunts people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;starting to think I have fallen from the face of the earth , because I have been busy in RL and my time on SL is filled with Muscle ( this is the way I want it , wouldn't want it any other way) , I kind of lost touch with people. First port of call blackhearts . I'm amazed how the crowd has changed, I only missed 2 weeks really, wow total change . New hosts and a gang of new people . I was shocked as I scoured the room &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1xZq320GFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MtXaeZD5npc/s1600-h/Snapshot_009.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142083467633498194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1xZq320GFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MtXaeZD5npc/s320/Snapshot_009.bmp" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking for the usual faces. What did take me back is the amount of relationships splits what has happened, 2 weeks ago all was fine Love filled the room but now all got new partners. Is love that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fickle in SL? I really hope not as I'm an old fashioned kind of girl who gave her love wisely and the word LOVE shouldn't be used so loosely. A friend once said to me in fact he made a Tshirt with it on ... 5 Min's in SL equals 2 hours in RL , think he maybe right, maybe they did stand the test of time (SL time that is) . Anyway no point in worrying about could be's , should be's and maybes. I have the facts in front of me and I just let love speak for its self . ohhhhh see I'm side tracking as I think to my warm fuzzy feeling dam hes totally in my head ;-) . Ok focused back on my blog well I try anyway .&lt;br /&gt;Had friends over to Lala land, had to show them what we had been up to for the past few weeks not been socialising like I used to do, been  busy with Lala land  .Well I'm pleased with there comments. They think Muscle and I have done a great job. How can it not be when part of 2 great people are in the make-up of that place.Its nice to have people like what you have created. Was like a  day trip centre people TPing in and out, but all good fun and nice to catch up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5707787059978067744?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5707787059978067744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5707787059978067744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5707787059978067744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5707787059978067744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-here-yay.html' title='CHRISTMAS IS HERE YAY'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R11woX20GII/AAAAAAAAAPs/wNIrp-XWz38/s72-c/Snapshot_025.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-8140235674198561336</id><published>2007-12-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:22:30.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What SL has given me is a creative side , it woke something up in me that I never knew existed Muscle feeds that and helps free my mind . But Muscle is really the artist in his own right. He has a talent that did not need to be woken up as he was born with a extra special gift that others only dream about , he is in a league of his own and flies high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The pictures below are a great gift from a very special talented man . He has a great gift but humble with it .This bit of the blog I dedicated to a very special man in my life who lets my creative side run wild while he sits in the back ground.As an artist Muscle excels in everything he does I really think he can turn dust in to gold, he has got a passion that only us mere mortals can only dream about , the pictures he created of me and us two just speak for them selves ( I have seen more of his art work and i cant put in to words how fantastic they all are) . His pictures are from the heart and simply magnificent. Who ever brought him in to my life I would like to thank as I'm the most luckiest girl I know. I bow down in front of the most gifted talented man I have ever had the pleasure to know in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QuhH20F9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/E5y-f0MDyPo/s1600-R/ZENA345.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784221316093906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="342" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QuhH20F9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7sqnNW_3K0M/s320/ZENA345.bmp" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QwTn20F-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UxyrEoarjPs/s1600-R/zenamuscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QwTn20F-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/UxyrEoarjPs/s1600-R/zenamuscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139786188411115490" style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="297" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QwTn20F-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/VJ7PLXGthYg/s320/zenamuscle.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-8140235674198561336?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/8140235674198561336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=8140235674198561336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8140235674198561336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8140235674198561336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/simply-fantastic.html' title='Simply Fantastic'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1QuhH20F9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7sqnNW_3K0M/s72-c/ZENA345.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6691253789457071854</id><published>2007-12-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:25:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMARY OF THE WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well its been a strange week this week, we started off on a rocky road but soon found ourselves back on track , letting stupid things get in the way of the most important thing and not seeing the wood for the trees. whats happened you may ask well lets just say ... a skeletons in the closet that I had forgot about as it was unimportant jumped out and bit us in the arse . I suppose this week was sent to Test us OHHHHHH boy what a test. But have to thank this skeleton because it just showed us how much we mean to each other and nothing will spoil what we have. It just brought me back down to earth for a bit and realised that even paradise is not untouchable. Anyway that's done and dusted and all is calm and smiles in LALA land the fuzzy feeling is bigger then ever and is just so great .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1LqdX20FpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/uQ8a1Md8tpI/s1600-R/Snapshot_114.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139427915124184722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1LqdX20FpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/poyTQ8dINVU/s320/Snapshot_114.bmp" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what have we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; been up to , well Zena busy building the back yard making it more paradise for the&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1LtqH20FsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4PiISRE8feg/s1600-R/Snapshot_127.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139431432702400194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1LtqH20FsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VR30KcW21_w/s320/Snapshot_127.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple of love birds. Winter wonderland mmm well that's gone to room 101,what we now have is a great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; waterfall , Greek build and a typical English rose garden ;-) what can I say had to put a touch of me in there as always and Muscle favorite flowers is roses so it had to be.Muscle mopped my brow and relaxed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1Ls6n20FrI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZvxJh8F-veA/s1600-R/Snapshot_104.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139430616658613938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1Ls6n20FrI/AAAAAAAAAME/0oQdmyyytaU/s320/Snapshot_104.bmp" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me making sure he has a happy bunny to come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to ;-) .I did the builds when he was off line to surprise him when he came home . &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1Lrt320FqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tjuDn5Onz1g/s1600-R/Snapshot_108.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139429298103654050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1Lrt320FqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dY-UbZsGD9w/s320/Snapshot_108.bmp" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep did the trick as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Went to a&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L_eX20FzI/AAAAAAAAANE/luhFY7OBhZo/s1600-R/Snapshot_100.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139451022048237362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L_eX20FzI/AAAAAAAAANE/snJVugXBoxo/s320/Snapshot_100.bmp" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wedding , well I think we missed it ooops. Gothic wedding one of Muscles friends we got a little side tracked and was late. Its strange cause I still don't understand weddings in here . Think I just can't get my head round it but it it makes people happy then all good. We didn't stay around long at the party as we had our own little wibbly wobbly world to go to. As you can see from picture Muscle has a different face hehe a vampire but hey I got a pocket full of garlic ant nothing scary about him ;-) still a pussy cat underneath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we also went bac&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L0_H20FuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/P-LNT-NGehg/s1600-R/Snapshot_117.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139439490061047522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L0_H20FuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/L-GcYbUF8cA/s320/Snapshot_117.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k exploring the underwater world we came across a sim that you can relax , fish, swim in a fish tank and just have fun. Now im not in to fishing but hey thought may as well give it a go and have to say I court moby dick lmao. 24lb big fish poor muscle only caught 2 small fish heh&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L2hX20FvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/q8bAC55Ox4g/s1600-R/Snapshot_118.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139441177983194866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L2hX20FvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vSNyvaceXAc/s320/Snapshot_118.bmp" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e its the taking part that counts (wink wink) well that's what i told him. We also went back to the sim where you can go scuba diving and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;found more things to look at , we found an old Ship wreck. They had also opened a&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139448565326944034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1L9PX20FyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/RlcGhFMfXtk/s320/Snapshot_121.bmp" width="197" border="0" /&gt; new cave . Still amazing and better second time round as we seem to look more and found fantastic things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well that's my summary of the week missed all the loving out as im sure you don't really want t0 read all about that and you would really need a sick bucket for all the mushy talk . As for our journey well as you can see its still going in the right direction and is simply great . You may think by now we would be sick of it but all I can say ... not at all in fact the opposite , when you have something so special in your life that makes you have a smile in the morning a smile when you go to sleep makes you walk on air and just completes your life ,how can you be ever sick of that . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1MGoX20F8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZIGHo0VBCgg/s1600-R/Snapshot_116.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139458890428323778" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1MGoX20F8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/BTc6_9CVKKI/s320/Snapshot_116.bmp" width="656" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6691253789457071854?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6691253789457071854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6691253789457071854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6691253789457071854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6691253789457071854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/12/summary-of-week.html' title='SUMMARY OF THE WEEK'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R1LqdX20FpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/poyTQ8dINVU/s72-c/Snapshot_114.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-8553027847882507720</id><published>2007-11-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:31:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER THE SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A night of relaxing and spending time with each other Muscle decided to take me scuba diving away from our busy building site and to relax me to forget about worries and make me smile .what better then to swim with fishes,watch turtles and sting rays see a great underwater world. You can get breath taking views above the surface but they are just as good below was amazing sight to watch and it just blew me away. With my Honey at my side and great world to explore what more can anyone ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;zena getting lost in a school of fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07xg-ZsXBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Rq4jx83A0q8/s1600-h/Snapshot_085.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309773685185554" style="CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07xg-ZsXBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Rq4jx83A0q8/s320/Snapshot_085.bmp" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forever blowing bubbles......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle blowing bubbles at me or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe he is trying to tell me something ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07w9OZsXAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t6erlkKOKPs/s1600-h/Snapshot_087.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138309159504862210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07w9OZsXAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t6erlkKOKPs/s320/Snapshot_087.bmp" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OHHHHHH Jellyfish , I keep quiet maybe they won't sting me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R070l-ZsXCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lh8XtDcN9Sw/s1600-h/Snapshot_084.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138313158119414818" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R070l-ZsXCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Lh8XtDcN9Sw/s320/Snapshot_084.bmp" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Following Muscle as always he's the light that shows the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07wPeZsW_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/BbBWok09S7s/s1600-h/Snapshot_083.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308373525847026" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07wPeZsW_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/BbBWok09S7s/s320/Snapshot_083.bmp" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle and zena still fine time for eye to eye contact&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138316834611420210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0737-ZsXDI/AAAAAAAAALE/g8vsgKew_m0/s320/Snapshot_090.bmp" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finish the night off with a dance under the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R075-eZsXEI/AAAAAAAAALM/WbiA9nIxHUA/s1600-h/Snapshot_091.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138319076584348738" style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R075-eZsXEI/AAAAAAAAALM/WbiA9nIxHUA/s320/Snapshot_091.bmp" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7478047052642034850-8553027847882507720?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/8553027847882507720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=8553027847882507720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8553027847882507720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8553027847882507720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/uunder-sea.html' title='UNDER THE SEA'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R07xg-ZsXBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Rq4jx83A0q8/s72-c/Snapshot_085.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4652067113939608185</id><published>2007-11-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:35:38.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVING ANGELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thought I would have a go at this new wind light version on SL today , take some pictures of sunsets to see what they are like, as you can tell from my blog I love taking pictures. Muscle and Zena being the main subject. I suppose my blog is like a photo album, filled with great memories for 2 people. Anyway me being me got a bit side tracked and went off for a photo shoot. Armed with my camera and my wardrobe off I trot. As madonna sung "strike a pose" zena step up to the mark and vogued with the best of them. These you see are just really for someones eyes who looks at this blog most days and it always brings him a smile he always knows theres an Angel watching over him . Hes loving a Fallen Angel who has fallen for her devil prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572044332620626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xSjeZsW1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JdBtGCLdcOA/s320/Snapshot_051.bmp" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xcK-ZsW7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/jQRUBLcUMUE/s1600-h/Snapshot_067.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137582618542103474" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xcK-ZsW7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/jQRUBLcUMUE/s320/Snapshot_067.bmp" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xWaeZsW4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/5vsqO834zVk/s1600-h/Snapshot_045.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576287760309122" style="WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="181" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xWaeZsW4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/5vsqO834zVk/s320/Snapshot_045.bmp" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xbR-ZsW6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PGCekcVsicI/s1600-h/Snapshot_060.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137581639289559970" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xbR-ZsW6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PGCekcVsicI/s320/Snapshot_060.bmp" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xYs-ZsW5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5LQy6khS-KQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_052.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137578804611144594" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="220" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xYs-ZsW5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5LQy6khS-KQ/s320/Snapshot_052.bmp" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xeT-ZsW8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/YbLwE0SDsOE/s1600-h/Snapshot_068.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137584972184181698" style="WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xeT-ZsW8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/YbLwE0SDsOE/s320/Snapshot_068.bmp" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These are just a few of what I took I got a little carried away and my hard drive is kind of full , but its all in the name of fun. It was brilliant I was  just like a supermodel .SL is the best thing since slice bread you can be who you want to be Kate Moss eat ya heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4652067113939608185?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4652067113939608185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4652067113939608185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4652067113939608185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4652067113939608185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/loving-angels.html' title='LOVING ANGELS'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0xSjeZsW1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/JdBtGCLdcOA/s72-c/Snapshot_051.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4179082091619915911</id><published>2007-11-25T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:10:09.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nTJeZsWxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2EsCWzyDBDY/s1600-h/Snapshot_036.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136869009725872914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nTJeZsWxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2EsCWzyDBDY/s320/Snapshot_036.bmp" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Looking at my journey , I realise I have changed so much on my journey , from where I go on SL to the company I keep. I think most of us go on to SL in search of something . I must have done but didn't realise what it was . Meeting new people listening to there opinions, wanting to be part of a group . I went throw it all . I think I needed a purpose in my SL life . I has happy in my old life but not content always looking for the next laugh or journey . I needed a crowd to feed me and make me shine. Then along came my nearest and dearest and all change. I don't need that crowd of people no more , I love all we &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nTyeZsWyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XlypNkBUQIU/s1600-h/Snapshot_034.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136869714100509474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nTyeZsWyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XlypNkBUQIU/s320/Snapshot_034.bmp" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do, we spend most of our time on our land creating things and living in each other minds.We don't  go exploring to other Sim's like we used to ,we have no need,we got all we need on our door steps . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If anyone knows me, I listen to all points of views, go away to think about it and make my own mind up, so then I cant blame anyone else if it goes wrong but with Muscle I do take his feelings and his opinions on board,its a first time in a long time I listen to someone else. I have been spending a lot less time in SL and the only thing I really miss is him, when I'm on and Muscles not it feels like my right arm has been cut of. I wonder round like a lost puppy . I love my circle of friends as there always on hand to talk and&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nVnuZsWzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5NA_Mzy2l_Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_033.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136871728440171314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nVnuZsWzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5NA_Mzy2l_Q/s320/Snapshot_033.bmp" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wouldn't swap them for the world, but I can't be bothered meeting new ones , the facts are... my SL life is complete and full with Muscle and the friends I have got. I have found my vocation on SL why would I want anything else. Maybe in the future it will all change but who knows why worry about what may never happen . I only know.... I need not search anymore for an answer because the answer to my dreams and the end of my own journey is right by my side. My own journey stopped and our adventure started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reading this back says one thing I'm head over heels in love ........ yep I got it bad for him ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4179082091619915911?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4179082091619915911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4179082091619915911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4179082091619915911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4179082091619915911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflection.html' title='REFLECTION'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0nTJeZsWxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2EsCWzyDBDY/s72-c/Snapshot_036.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7139978434310032411</id><published>2007-11-25T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:32:13.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER IS HERE ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lk1-ZsWqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/k43YKm30kWw/s1600-h/Snapshot_023.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136747728439368354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lk1-ZsWqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/k43YKm30kWw/s320/Snapshot_023.bmp" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Winter is my favorite time of the year.. Just love it . So what better then to create a winter wonderland . I was thinking to do it in the old place but the land and the prims where limited . I can do anything here. Now you should know me by now if you have been reading my Blog ...I love surprises and makes me so happy surprising Muscle . I created somewhere where we can sit and relax, have a dance and have fun skating.The best thing is that our land is on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0llyeZsWrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eA7sP698s8g/s1600-h/Snapshot_024.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136748767821454002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="220" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0llyeZsWrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eA7sP698s8g/s320/Snapshot_024.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; you can change the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;appearance and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;make you think you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;are in a whole new world . we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;even have snow fallen from the sky. We walk throw a door and wow just like walking throw the wardrobe in Narnia.Its great and love it and Muscles face well if you noticed a &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lm2OZsWsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1jjDf4cyH_Q/s1600-h/Snapshot_025.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136749931757591234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lm2OZsWsI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1jjDf4cyH_Q/s320/Snapshot_025.bmp" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bright light in the sky last night , that wasn't a star, it was him beaming , two words ..simply great . Winter wonderland wont be here forever as everything has to change and I think if something is a permanent fixture then the enjoyment becomes stale, so why loose the magic of a place keep it as long as necessary then send it to your dreams and memory's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7139978434310032411?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7139978434310032411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7139978434310032411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7139978434310032411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7139978434310032411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter-is-here.html' title='WINTER IS HERE ;-)'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lk1-ZsWqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/k43YKm30kWw/s72-c/Snapshot_023.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6755591427042145614</id><published>2007-11-25T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:57:38.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE BUILDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136732026038934114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lWj-ZsWmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FsX6WpJAyOM/s320/Snapshot_028.bmp" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; well time to build  our  house , from scratch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; not as easy as it looks . But fun this one was our second attempt at a house (picture to the left). Muscle did most of the work. Bob the builder ant got nothing on him. The first attempt I left him with one night, it was late and he was busy working , I could here the cogs in his brain ticking away.I logged on next day and the house had totally changed to  something completely different , bless him he worked long hours creating this one. It was good but was lacking in something.We  thought we would look around at other houses on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; . There are some fantastic builds to buy on here and cheap. We just wanted to build something of our very own,buying is an easy option and Zena and Muscle never take that , we  laugh in a face of a challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We looked at designs and found one we really loved. So with an idea in our heads and a sense of "we can do this" came round 3, THE GRAND DESIGN ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lc5OZsWpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PimFrUWsMUA/s1600-h/Snapshot_032.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136738988180920978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="265" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lc5OZsWpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PimFrUWsMUA/s320/Snapshot_032.bmp" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136737575136680578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lbm-ZsWoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SpU0l0vrsZ4/s320/Snapshot_030.bmp" width="296" border="0" /&gt;This one was a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;harder to do but Muscle created the foundations and together we finished it. Muscle making things from fresh air and Zena on his shoulder saying yep or nope.  Adding scripts in for the windows where a bit of a nightmare and Muscle being his usual self wouldn't let them get the better of him. So this is our new home . Standing back and looking at it gives me a great sense of satisfaction. Its funny cause we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want a big house no need really cause we never really use it. So what we build a 3 storey house the size of an airport, hey we can all change our minds ;-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6755591427042145614?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6755591427042145614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6755591427042145614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6755591427042145614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6755591427042145614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/house-building.html' title='HOUSE BUILDING'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0lWj-ZsWmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FsX6WpJAyOM/s72-c/Snapshot_028.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-6077848957024988072</id><published>2007-11-22T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T08:51:03.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0WrF-ZsWiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T18zYYeiJt4/s1600-h/zena+repine+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135699069224376866" style="WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px" height="261" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0WrF-ZsWiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T18zYYeiJt4/s320/zena+repine+2.jpg" width="585" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This week has been a lot of reflection as me and Muscle have been busy in our RL world. All good and great thoughts ,I think to my time on SL especially Me and Muscle and my heart fills with a warm fuzzy feeling and the feeling grows even bigger thinking of what the future holds for us . Some one asked about trust on here . Trust mmmmmm well my views on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Most feelings come out on SL, love,hate and jealousy just to name a few, I must say personally I have had the green eyed monster only once and lasted about 10 Min's before I took me head out of my backside and beat it down with a stick . If you have a Trust issue in RL relationships you most probably see it come on to SL, it can't be helped its what builds your personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jealousy can eat you up and destroy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;relationships, thinking of what could be happening or maybe happening isn't healthy for SL life, SL is really about living for the moment and loosing yourself in each other or the world around. SL is a roller coaster ride for your heart and not for the faint hearted . But if you get the balance right for your feelings then WOW it's great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and muscles trust well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I never doubt him and never will. Why you ask,why can I trust so easy when we are apart . My answer is simple ...... we are never apart, both of us are always in thoughts, dreams and our heart. Absents only makes the heart grow fonder , don't judge everybody by the same standard just because you may have been burned in the past doesn't mean that you will get burned in the future.Take every individual on there own Merritt , listen to other peoples opinions but make your own judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-6077848957024988072?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/6077848957024988072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=6077848957024988072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6077848957024988072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/6077848957024988072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/memorys.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0WrF-ZsWiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/T18zYYeiJt4/s72-c/zena+repine+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3793176243522588746</id><published>2007-11-20T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:58:19.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN ON EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0NKFuZsWhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W1pyFS-eemU/s1600-h/cloud+c.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mp-OZsWZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hx5bEfGaCUc/s1600-h/cloud+c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134994149126986130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mp-OZsWZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hx5bEfGaCUc/s320/cloud+c.bmp" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Building heaven, I was a bit bored and wanted to entertain myself while Muscle was a hunting and a gathering in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; . So what ya do when you have the world at your feet yep build above in the sky. I want to create something out of this world something that would make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impact&lt;/span&gt; on the face of my other half . What better then our own piece of Heaven . I had set my self a mission and wow when I had completed it was great. somewhere for us to Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like dancing on cloud 9. We danced under a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; what I had created, danced in mid air on clouds with the stars around us. Made the impact on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt; land I wanted and was simply great .Muscle face a picture.... yep. I had done my mission and completed .For just 24 hours,we had heaven we danced among the stars and we was on cloud 9 then I took it down,we keep the memory in our hearts and dreams in our heads we don't need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; fixture when you have them working for you . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what I like about having our own land we can create anything from our minds and put them in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; reality anyway ) but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;memory's&lt;/span&gt; stay in both worlds. When you can create something that makes another smile it is simply the best feeling in this world and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3793176243522588746?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3793176243522588746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3793176243522588746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3793176243522588746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3793176243522588746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/heaven-on-earth.html' title='HEAVEN ON EARTH'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mp-OZsWZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hx5bEfGaCUc/s72-c/cloud+c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-2291269596712642347</id><published>2007-11-18T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:24:13.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA PARADISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mzt-ZsWaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dWiU7Li9T_g/s1600-h/Snapshot_019.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135004865070389666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mzt-ZsWaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dWiU7Li9T_g/s320/Snapshot_019.bmp" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well we have bought land and building our own world, we have decided to buy land and create whole new world , one word WOW in fact double WOW. yep I ant got my head around it and keep nipping myself just to check I'm not dreaming. Just like the feeling every time we moved home but the feeling is 10 times bigger. Why you ask did we but in a virtual word. My answer well why not. Yes this is a virtual world but its more, more to me and Muscle some where we can get lost in each others minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; was to me at the start a great place , meeting new people having a laugh. My journey changed when I partnered Muscle, my whole out look on life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; has taken a total change of direction . The things I was interested are now just a distant memories . I don't miss my old life cause I love my new one. I have everything I need in one person . So we are on the move again packed our bags and where off . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt; paradise here we come. our very own paradise where we can do what we want when we want and we don't have no one to answer to apart from ourselves. We can feed our imaginations and push them to the limit . Because we have picked up the building skills from the other houses I know this world is going to be flipping fantastic . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; watch out cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt; land is coming . Must state very private place only selected few will have the privilege to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the way we want it and like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-2291269596712642347?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/2291269596712642347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=2291269596712642347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2291269596712642347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2291269596712642347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/lala-paradise.html' title='LALA PARADISE'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0Mzt-ZsWaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dWiU7Li9T_g/s72-c/Snapshot_019.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1032042328044676323</id><published>2007-11-17T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:16:53.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE SKATING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0CJweZsWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bKnPiDhw8yc/s1600-h/Snapshot_018.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134255041089919330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0CJweZsWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bKnPiDhw8yc/s400/Snapshot_018.bmp" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This has got to be one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;funniest&lt;/span&gt; night I  have had on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL,&lt;/span&gt; we laughed so much had to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in my sides. Zena on a mission to surprise Muscle . Our home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; was down so I set out on something to entertain us . Its that time of year now where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sims&lt;/span&gt; are changing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; .This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; time of the year. I found a skating ring at Passion Park . That was to set the scene. The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; mission Ice skates that means shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So side tracked straight way .&lt;br /&gt;I found this great Sim full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shops, Muscle came on and next thing you know where shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Only window shopping just looking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back or trying to stick to my shopping ban. Anyway finished shopping and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find skates , I remembered seeing them for free some where so had to let Muscle in on a bit of my plan. We collected the skates and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tped&lt;/span&gt; him to the skate park . The good thing about the skates is that it had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HUD&lt;/span&gt; and you do all different tricks and the best thing was it also had snowball throw . That was it the war was on, taking each other out and anything that got in our way. You could also take each other out by sliding at the legs really funny to watch . you could tell both of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;concentrating&lt;/span&gt; on hitting the other. So all get ya selves some skates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tp&lt;/span&gt; down to a winter Sim and have fun after all that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; is all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1032042328044676323?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1032042328044676323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1032042328044676323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1032042328044676323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1032042328044676323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-skating.html' title='ICE SKATING'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R0CJweZsWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bKnPiDhw8yc/s72-c/Snapshot_018.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1402605570269223881</id><published>2007-11-15T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:43:16.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have tried out hosting in one of the clubs Black hearts. Always go in there if me and Muscle are not together. Wednesday night was my first training section . Suited and booted and ready for action. First problem I got my times wrong for sl and rl i got the times wrong hehe I wasn't late I was to early .,Not a good start . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A 3 hour training session , "Thought hey I can do this" ,just need to talk a lot and be nice to people, since I can talk for England and ramble on its a perfect job for me. I found it very  mind draining, wasn't really what i expected, there was not a lot friends in there and club was quiet, people talking in own IMs. If the crowd don't want to talk you find yourself doing the work. The other problem was it clashed with Mine and Muscle times together. I wasn't happy with this at all. At the moment and I'm happy with 90% me and muscle 10% others. Didn't have time to talk to him in IMs cause you have to concentrate on the room. First time ever me and Muscle been on SL and not seen each other or spoken since being together. Didn't make me happy at all. The other thing is I only wanted to host  3 hours at the weekend . Job is wanting more commitment.I personally want to cut down my hours on SL and have been doing, I wanted to work my Hosting time in to the weekend and see friends in there, Killing 2 birds with one stone. With hosting  I realised  I would be spending more time on SL not a good thing and doesn't fit in to my plans .I have realised with SL its not quantity but quality.I rather have a great super smashing 4 hours then just and OK 8 hours .Rl must always come first and i personally wouldn't feel happy and haven't been feeling happy about how much time I do spend on there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1402605570269223881?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1402605570269223881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1402605570269223881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1402605570269223881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1402605570269223881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/11/hosting.html' title='Hosting'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-2490621892400702615</id><published>2007-11-12T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:29:43.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUILDING OUR PARADISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Building . this is a great pass time we have found and spend hours creating . To have an idea and to create something that is in your mind is just the best feeling . Muscle started first just simple things it look to complicated to me and I just bought things. I'm a ready made meal girl ;-) a lot quicker and easier don't waste time in the middle.But I started to play around with building when Muscle wasn't around and got the taste for it. The other thing is when you have to watch your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prims&lt;/span&gt; its easier to sometimes build it yourself and keep your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prims&lt;/span&gt; low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was decking and a pier to the sea where we put a seating area for us to sit and look around . Its a great spot and we love it, I watched on as muscle creates and then its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; or nay from me , 9/10 he gets it spot on with the vision I have in my mind, I don't really have to tell him he can read my thoughts like a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; big thing we built together was the roman ruins seating area .Between us we created a little master piece , I must say we got side tracked in the middle and it ended up in party mood, stuck a dance floor down and hour later rolling around laughing . Not taking building so serious but just going with the flow. when it was finished to look back and think wow we did that is the best feeling ever. You keep having a look at it and patting yourself on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ed big thing i created was the garden. This was a complete surprise for muscle . A mission I had set myself because I know how much muscle likes going to gardens to relax one of his favourite places is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; garden. I started with the base and it rose from the ashes the neighbours watched on . Prim counting in my head and going a hunting and a gathering around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; for the jigsaw pieces. It wasn't perfect when he signed in but got the same impact yep stopped him dead in his tracks . I love to surprise him and make his face beam . gives me a great sense of satisfaction that fills my heart. We then set about changing bits together , Muscle building little bits of things and me trying to get the lay out right . I also added another part to the garden where we can watch the sunset together over the sea .We have created a great thing space for each other and its amazing very relaxing where you can reflect on things just chill out and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we haven't finished there now we can build over our heads. Muscles surprise for Zena . he created an area above our house high in the sky for us to build on . I thought about building a winter wonderland but total change of direction we now are building an area to take friends to. Our house is very personal to us this is its not been touch by any bad feeling or bad vibes a place where me and muscle and get lost in each other and our thoughts . Only close friends have entered our paradise mine more then Muscles , Suzi always calls in for a chit chat and I like to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;winn&lt;/span&gt; what we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what next for us . I ant got a clue just going with the flow building and spending time with my partner is the most important thing . We like taking new adventures every time we are together always some element of change in our time we pass together, not make the same day twice. Variety is the spice of life , if everything was set in stone then the world would be a dull and boring place, we are given a gift of imagination and creation.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; lights the wick fills it full of fuel to burn so bright. Nothing is impossible in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; set your mind in the right direction and anything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;achievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-2490621892400702615?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/2490621892400702615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=2490621892400702615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2490621892400702615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2490621892400702615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/building-our-paradise.html' title='BUILDING OUR PARADISE'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-2507379934576978732</id><published>2007-11-05T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:29:24.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renting a home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had been thinking about what it would be like to have my own place in SL , I figured I may as well do the full hog on SL, I'm not a monthly subscriber to SL so I asked questions to friends to find out how I go about getting a place. Me and Muscle also talked and dreamed about our place to call ours. This complete u-turn from my first opinion about having your own place , I used to think it was crazy and never got my head around the idea but as time goes by, you talk to people who have there own places and get intreaged, my thoughts soon changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first house was a complete surprise to Muscle, when we where in our meets in the clubs we talked about our own paradise and how it would be great to have our own space, somewhere no one can disturb us, our own little bubble that was just simply filled with our everything. Zena then went on a mission one night while he was off line to find a home for them. Both of us had never done this before so we had opened up a new chapter in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I did a search and began Tp around place what i could see to rent. Because this was a trail as well I didn't want to go to expensive. There was questions in my mind was it a waste of money? would we really use it ?. This was a whole new world to me and I didn't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere looking at houses where they furnished etc. I didn’t really understand what getting a house entailed, prim count mean nothing to me. I just wanted a home for me and Muscle something to call ours. At last I found our first home as soon as I Tped to the area I knew. Warm feeling came over me. Yep this was the one. I had to IM the owner so I could have a look around , as soon as I went in I knew . A smile came in to me and a sense of excitement. Just as I was sealing the deal Muscle logged on. I tped him straight away.&lt;br /&gt;First words, Welcome to our new home, Well I thought it could go either way, he shouts TAXI and gets the hell out of there or he is so speechless he fall downs dead.Im glad to say he did neither of them, he was defiantly speechless. I sensed a big mood swing and a huge smile beaming across SL I even had to put my sun glasses on this smile was that great. I sealed the deal and went in to house with Muscle we was like a couple of teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;We kept looking around the house laughing like a couple of kids because it was furnished we didn't need to buy anything. Few days went by and i asked the owners if we could change the rooms around, make it more like ours. They changed the complete lay out for us . I also asked if we could put things in house that people had given us. This introduced me to us to prim counts . I didn't have a clue. We put pictures up etc and made it ours. Goddess is a great place our first home. We never really went out much, in fact we was always there when we where logged on together. Muscle created special gifts for me . The ying and yang picture was a gift . When I walked in and saw that i thought wow . speechless and that's hard to do cause sometimes i talk for England. It felt that we had been at goddess for a life time. we loved it. We was also introduced to building here. This is why we moved on to our second home. We wanted more prims to play with create. Muscle is a great builder and he introduced me to it. We wanted to put more of a stamp on SL with our own special place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it and agreed to move. We was going to buy land at this point but prices and the tier are sometimes so expensive. we changed our mind and went back in to renting . One of Muscles friends found the next place for us. I sent Muscle on a head to look as I had got a bit fed up of looking around. He TPed me in seconds . we had found our new paradise . More land and more prims all what was on the land was a house and we could do what we liked there. We started shopping together to get things for the house just like a RL couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new place is fantastic, and building together is just the best. Building something from scratch is just the best feeling. I have now started to build but muscle is the best one. We love our new house as it has more and more of us in it. Every room is personal to us and we sure have put our stamp on to SL the great thing is that it private no one can just enter it really is our very own personal paradise .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-2507379934576978732?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/2507379934576978732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=2507379934576978732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2507379934576978732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/2507379934576978732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/renting-home.html' title='Renting a home'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4909344974645263381</id><published>2007-11-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:28:46.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partnering</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was very funny, I knew muscle wanted to ask me something every time he went down that road I would change the subject or shout for a TAXI. when he did build up enough courage and spit it out I felt happy and excited I didn't say yes straight away , I felt a little strange because part of me felt I was being disloyal to other friends and if they saw his name on my profile then they would know and dam me for it , the other part is that I thought it was a whole dream and I was going to wake up with him not there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to sort my friends list out before I was able to accept, both of us had to tell our friends about each other. Hate to say but this was one of my worst weeks on SL but together we got throw it no matter what bad Ims we got we would stay focused on the mission of happiness. We caused a lot of pain and heartache that week this I am sorry for; we didn't tend to hurt anyone. Being together as a couple was never planned, neither of us had even thought it really happen to us. But all I can say on SL never say never. After that week had gone I could see the sun coming up on the horizon I sat and thought about what Muscle had said to me, about partnering. I just thought what the hell, I know what I want, why am I worrying over other people and the what if's... So I raised the question again I could see the smile coming bigger and bigger. We didn't want a wedding nothing so extreme as we both have strong views on them , just me and him knowing we belong to each other was enough to make us very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its easy to partner on SL, go to website send a request to the person you would like to partner and they send a reply. Makes me laugh because you have to pay and you pay more for a divorce .We sat at home one Friday night and did it. You could see the smile on each other faces. ,I wanted to tell the world and everyone what me and Muscle Had just done . Slowly the Ims came in congratulating us must say got a lot of OMG first. We went to some clubs after and danced the night way. We went to the clubs where we had spent the most nights together at the start of our journey getting to know each other. Its the best thing I have done. I have no regrets and if he asks me again i would say....... TAXI lol no I would do it again and again and again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4909344974645263381?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4909344974645263381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4909344974645263381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4909344974645263381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4909344974645263381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/partnering.html' title='Partnering'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-1484995696978422621</id><published>2007-10-29T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:23:12.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People on Zena</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This next bit of the blog is what people think about Zena;-) . I keep adding to it as they give me there views.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MUSCLE VIEWS ON ZENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zena asked me to write something about What Muscle thinks about Zena... well... I told her in just simple words: I like all and don't like nothing. lol&lt;br /&gt;Ouch sure it's not enough so I think to have to explain my words a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;My life here is quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do is to close IMs and messages from groups I received, only to do a bit of order on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Second thing is to look if Zena is online too. .....Yep.&lt;br /&gt;This explains a lot... have to add smth more? Lol&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen stop your "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes please&lt;/span&gt;"... I will.&lt;br /&gt;I will do it starting from long time ago,to be exact from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk with people, IM me and I will have hours of chatting moments with people.You would always find me in great places, especially waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;I met her dancing at SOTB, what surprised me was her way she talked to me, Free, Happy and Proud. I think I loved her since our very first date.&lt;br /&gt;We never spent so much time together. Too busy searching for something, even if I really don't know what that was.&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of times we talked about things, about what we like and what we think about the world and what it contains.&lt;br /&gt;A lot in common, she's great, I love my time with her, and so on... so this new adventure, our partnership.&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm smiling again... so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now... all time together. Lot of things to do together, never a boring moment.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yeah... I love to talk with her, like she calls it having a chit chat... yeah it's great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But not only.................&lt;br /&gt;I like to have fun with her, dancing and discovering new places... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but not only.........&lt;br /&gt;I love to build something new with her, looking her to change her clothes, doing shopping together, looking at the sunshine, laughing together, learning some new weird english words... yeah all is great.&lt;br /&gt;But not only.........&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more about what I really love about Zena... makes me smile. This lifts my mood so much I can't forget all time we passed together in this weird world. And it makes me think again.All is nice, all is great, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but there's a lot more........&lt;br /&gt;There's a person behind all this. A great woman who knows what to say and what to do in the exact moment I need to hear it. And in the best possible way too.&lt;br /&gt;I started to use SL like a game, thinking to do my businesses with tattoo and tshirts and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Then adding a bit of new discoveries in all places here.&lt;br /&gt;Then losing myself with a lot of friends, talking and dancing together for hours, finding new cultures from all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Some high moments, some bad moments,happiness and sadness like in real world, with real people.&lt;br /&gt;Then theres Zena........ That's all, I mean she's all. She's all I need.&lt;br /&gt;Muscle views on Zena... how can you explain fantastic things you feel in your life...&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in a sunny holiday morning. Smelling coffee just done, the perfume of clean clothes. The wind running over a grain fields.&lt;br /&gt;A smile and your mood lifts. This is Zena for me. And i am a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;All days together she gives me a reason to think the world is a great place to live.&lt;br /&gt;About which world i am talking? Ladies... gentlemen.... all of them, obviously&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUZI VIEWS ON ZENA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suzi's thoughts on Zena&lt;br /&gt;When Zena first asked me if I would write a few lines on my thoughts of her, my immediate reaction to myself was "Yikes, what if I write something which could offend her". But afterwards I remembered.... this is a close friend who has shared with me a great deal of ups and downs, hers and mine. Friendships run much deeper than a mere falling out over some words. So it is with some sense of honor that I am writing about my close friend, Zena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zena pointed out, we met at the bubblegum club very early on in our SL days (Zena joined SL the day before me back in July). At first she was quite quiet...hardly saying much in open chat to the wider audience. I found out she was English and had done the opposite of what had happened to me.... she moved south from Yorkshire while I had moved there from London. We started talking in IM (which I incidentally am more comfortable with). I immediately sensed there was some common ground with our friendship and us started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof of our friendship (if proof was ever needed) was one night at Bubblegum (August I think it was...so still early days for both of us). There was an event, which both Zena and myself decided we would go to...it was actually a wedding night (brides and grooms). Zena and I, dressed in our meringues, then went off to Bubbles. But every time I entered the club I would crash (SL at its best!). I tried to get into the club 6 times in total but no luck! The best I could do was stand just outside and watch everyone else have a good time.... a very sad time for me. Usually people would feel sorry for someone in that situation but still carry on dancing with the main crowd...and I wouldn't blame them! But not Zena...she sacrificed her own enjoyment to come over to me and danced with me the rest of the evening. I don't think I ever told her how much that meant to me.... the feeling of true friendship had almost moved me to tears. You see it’s those small acts, which make and strengthen friendships. And in the sea of sharks that SL can sometimes be, true friends are a rare breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zena has always been there for me when things don't go according to plan. We share each other's shoulder...sometimes I feel I use hers more than the other way around! But that’s what friends are for...sharing good AND bad, helping each other. The good times comes in a number of guises. One infamous night at Blackhearts where we both just went crazy! I was literally on the floor, my sides sore with laughter as we exchanged all manner of adornments.... handlebar, hairdos, angel dust, furry animals, rave sticks, even a huge joint! You name it...we wore it! The club patrons must have thought they had a couple of escaped lunatics in their midst. But it was only two ordinary English girls out for a bit of harmless fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Zena has settled down a bit (as have I) and found her love match. Her soul mate dare I say? She partnered Muscle some time ago and when that happened I was both happy and sad. Happy for obvious reasons...she had met someone in whom she loved (and who loved her equally in return) and everyone smiles when that happens to two special people. But sad in a way because more often than not (and this is not a criticism) friendships sometimes fall by the wayside when two people fall in love. But not our Zena! Our friendship has grown even stronger since she and Muscle got together. Muscle himself could be partly to thank for that...he is a genuinely kind, witty and (and I know I can say this) very hunky guy! I wish them both happiness and may their relationship bloom with every day that passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are just a few words from one close friend to another. I could go on and on and give you lots of stories about the Zena and Suzi road show. Maybe for another day I will. One thing I would like to add and that is anybody reading this who doesn't really know what SL is all about.... give it time and maybe you'll meet someone who’s friendship and company you would treasure and hope to keep. I did and I thank Zena for that immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend, Suzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-1484995696978422621?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/1484995696978422621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=1484995696978422621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1484995696978422621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/1484995696978422621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/people-on-zena.html' title='People on Zena'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5779424898142546150</id><published>2007-10-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:22:39.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS OF THE SAME SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What I have found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; is I have more Male friends then Female. I don't know why this is , puzzles me sometimes. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; its the opposite way and I like to spend time with my girlfriends The Girl friends I got are great and couldn't live with out them in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. Speaking to other male friends on here they to have more opposite sex friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this because we see the same sex as competition , part of me thinks this.Not me I like talking to everyone but i do find it hard to strike up a conversation with woman sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do we like the flattery what we receive from men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well all women do , you know you are going to get all the flattery you need in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; fill your ego right up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Talking to opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you may find you talk to these more because you don't in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; act out what you would like to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;. Because you are more confident in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; you may find it easier to talk with them. I may be barking up the wrong tree with that thought .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what I have found is that if you spend time in the same group more of the same gender talk to you, it could be that they get to know the character you are. I think its a question that will puzzle me for a while. if I get an answer I will tell all&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5779424898142546150?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5779424898142546150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5779424898142546150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5779424898142546150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5779424898142546150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends-of-same-sex.html' title='FRIENDS OF THE SAME SEX'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-8005911856946853632</id><published>2007-10-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:27:59.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirty friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You meet people on SL you know they are flirting with other people not just you. You resign to the fact that when you are together at that point in time,SL world is about just you two at that point in time. You flirt a little dream a little nothing to serious just making each other feel a bit special lighting your mood and entertaining each other.&lt;br /&gt;You never talk about another male to them. I think this is because you want to make them feel special when you are spending time with them. If you do talk about another male it always tends to be a “friend said”. . I find this really funny as in RL you tend to always call people by the names. I think its because you don’t want to hurt there feelings, you want to make out they are the most important thing in SL. When me and muscle got together as a couple I knew who I could tell about our relationship but I also knew who I would have to say goodbye to. I did a coward thing on some of my male friends, I just stayed hidden for a while and then just disappeared...maybe I just didn’t want to burst there bubble . They had an illusion and I wanted them to keep it. I also didn’t want to hurt them, as time goes on in SL you grow fond of personalities , I know we flirt but I just thought it was harmless fun . nothing to serious, so why did I find myself being a coward? . Even when me and Irish was not speaking after an argument I was in the arms of muscle I still couldn’t be honest . I just couldn’t hurt anyone. Now don’t get me wrong you think im a big softy , In real life I'm a straight talker , I say what I feel draw a line under it and move on No dwelling on anything never have regrets live life for today because tomorrow never comes . SL tends to bring out your inner soul , makes you think more and feel more sometimes, sends you to madness puts you throw hell . So why do we act different on SL ? Puzzles me sometimes maybe it’s a character you wish to be in RL, may be you are like this in RL but you put so many defences up that nobody can break them down. But because SL is only a game (you think when you get on it) your defences are already down.&lt;br /&gt;In SL You meet a person for a few hours and you become friends, 9/ 10 its all ways quick friendships . In Rl it doesn’t always happen this way ,you tend to find friendships are more built on foundations . I think SL speeds up the process of friendships. You can have a roller coaster of a ride with friends on SL, but you have really only met them a week before, you don’t really know who they are but yet you let yourself hop on the ride no seat belt and run the risk. The other thing that is strange , in real life when you spend time with friends you don't talk for 6-8 hours you entertain your self with other things , on SL when you are with friends you talk all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Muscles and Zena's Friendship grew , if you ask Muscle he would probably say it wasn’t a quick thing, yes they had made an impression on each other the first time they met. The friendship grew in the weeks that lay a head, the meets the chit chat made them grow more fond of each other. I think they talked more to the person behind the screen. I found that my feelings for muscle was deeper then any friend I had met on here. I know what ever happens I have a friend for life. We will always be together.&lt;br /&gt;I now find I talk about me and Muscle more to friends , I always but a "WE" , when I meet new people I always mention that I have a partner, just so there expectations are not built up on , no false dreams are made so no hurt can take place.&lt;br /&gt;I find I am now with Muscle most of my SL life when we are both logged on . We talk build and have a laugh and he"s all what I need in anything .Seems strange but we have not really been apart a single night since we got together as one. Two popular people who loved being the life and soul of party's, loved talking to different personality's have found solace in each others arms . This relationship has made think about past friendships with males I have lost, they are really insignificant relationships compared to our love for each other. Our feelings grows everyday. You may think impossible and crazy , "hell I do" but until you have this you will never understand, I cant write down how much apart of my life Muscle is . Hes my sunrise when I get up makes me walk on air all day, my dreams when I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-8005911856946853632?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/8005911856946853632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=8005911856946853632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8005911856946853632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/8005911856946853632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/flirty-friends.html' title='Flirty friends'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5557569348491062203</id><published>2007-10-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:23:51.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE FRIENDS ON SL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As I went on my journey I realise that you have different friends on SL, when you first come on you befriend everyone I had up to 50 on my friends list and trying to talk to them all was murder. I didn’t even know who some of them were, I gave my friendship out to easily, this was soon to changes. You realise its not quantity but quality as in RL, as my personality changed so did my selection of friends. It all depends what you are on SL for, like I said at the beginning most want to get you naked and because you are just an AV you experiment just like in Rl growing up. I soon quickly learned that this wasn’t really my thing. Lost interest in that and got bored. As I wondered throw SL I went to a couple of clubs and found my first home SOTB, it made me have a sense of belonging and the people on in where great. The more you go in to the same places, you get to know various personalities of different AVs and they become friends. I like talking in open chat to various people, talking about stupid stuff and just being carefree. So now I have a close friends list and ones I love spending time with and talking to I chat about bits in RL to them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Some of the Friends I have in SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WINNETOU &lt;/span&gt;– well what can I say about him, only one word springs to mind gentleman yep that’s what I said a true gent. I met him one Sunday afternoon while shaking my butt in SOTB. Had a dance with him and chitchat with him and zero (I met him at the sometime) it was a good crack and a laugh. A warm guy I feel I can chat about anything, hes staight talking but not rude with it, he is my dance bud in BH, you will find if ones in there the other is not far behind like tweedle de and tweedle dumb. He helps me when i'm stuck on things in SL and that’s most of the time. He’s also probably seen the most changes in me from the way I look to my views on SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Suzi &lt;/span&gt;- A wonderful person. She is a person I can have a girly girly chat on SL with. A truly great person who I share my highs and lows to. My SL secrets in fact everything. I met Suzi at a place called Bubblegum. Great music but the best thing to come from there was our friendship. She picks my mood up when I am low, hits me over the head and makes me see sense when i’m talking crap. SO SUZI THANKYOU FOR KEEPING ME ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW, You make me keep my head when all around me are loosing there. We share each others shoulders and I will always be there if she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Raul&lt;/span&gt; – One of the first people on here I met, the original Italian Stallion no woman is safe, makes me laugh so much our meets are usually on a Sunday I love our Sunday morn chit chats about life. He is a great person full of life a real cheeky and a crazy one to He knows my free sprit side and share a lot of the same views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt; – He is a funny funny person , crazy . Have a laugh with him also helped me in trying out making my own clothes, always great to see and spend time with .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5557569348491062203?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5557569348491062203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5557569348491062203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5557569348491062203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5557569348491062203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-friends-on-sl.html' title='TRUE FRIENDS ON SL'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-5432736244367287583</id><published>2007-10-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:25:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit on Muscle meets with Zena</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On paper they are not meant to be together. Chalk and cheese. Muscle being Dark and Zena being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt; Girl. But yet Personality’ wise and behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; they are like peas in pod. Both searching for something but not sure what it was. The meet was to change the path of 2 lives forever on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All great stories always have a beginning, middle and a end( all the ending you will get to this story is they lived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt; ever after), even fairy tales if this is a fairy tale then wow it would knock socks off Cinderella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zenas&lt;/span&gt; personality at the time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I first met muscle, I was still finding my feet on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sl&lt;/span&gt;. I would Change my personality to who ever I spoke to. I was still trying to find the person I wanted to be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sl&lt;/span&gt;, as in all great games, you need a character, whether it be good or bad I had yet to surface…. Lets say if my personality was a pie, Split the pie up in to 12 pieces, every time I would meet someone new, I would test there taste buds, take the slice of the pie I required, turn in to a character they would love or needed.. I never wanted to mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. My different personalities I created protected me from getting to involved with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; not showing the real me meant that I was some what protected from anything. I could never understand a person getting sucked in to something that is not real, now I understand. It hit me like a sledgehammer slowly and surly my own personality took over Zena, I felt everything she felt highs, lows, tears and heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1ST Meet with Muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When we met in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOTB&lt;/span&gt;, we became acquaintance, he spoke to me first as he noticed a AV with bright pink hair, me being me spoke to anyone. We talked about a lot of crap really, he showed me a round the place. What I did notice is that he was a laugh and made me laugh, the conversation just flowed never any silence. Acted out a love scene must say it was great no cheap porn film for us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. we knew what we both were on here for just to have fun meet new people. We knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; was a sort of show. We offered friendship and we both accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IMs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Week would go by and we would say hello on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ims&lt;/span&gt; , have a bit of a chit chat make each other laugh , if we was busy with other friends we would say it and leave each other in silence to get on with the show of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would meet up if we was quiet on the friends front, as we meet more we realised that we had more and more in common, We would bring a little of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; each time, talk about our likes and dislikes. He always lifted my mood and made me feel special, this is Muscles gift. I could understand why he is so popular. I found myself looking forward to our chats. But wait a min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; is not real (I shuck my head and banged it against a wall). Why was I thinking of an AV as a person. I found him drifting in to my thoughts and a smile on my face when he logged on. I thought I was going a bit crazy. I had committed cardinal sin; I had crossed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; feelings in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. This wasn't why I had come on to here I remember one meet and I think this was one that sealed our relationship, he gone to meet a friend who was leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. He was so sad his mood was so low. All I wanted to do this hug him and talks to him to lift his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sprit&lt;/span&gt; don’t like to see him down. Always want him shining like the North Star on a clear night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-5432736244367287583?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/5432736244367287583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=5432736244367287583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5432736244367287583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/5432736244367287583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-bit-on-muscle-meets-with-zena.html' title='A little bit on Muscle meets with Zena'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-863826160340986587</id><published>2007-10-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:26:10.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit of journey of Zena</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As me and Muscle didn’t see each other much on SL just a chit chat here and there. Our life’s where separated for an amount of time. This is a bit of what happened on my journey after our first in counter. This is just a story that some people may be able to relate to a little, I think it only adds to your character and just like growing up in RL you got to "give a little, loose a little and let your poor heart break a little"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I found I was starting to spend more and more time in SL it had become a hobby, my personality and I had started to get more and more in to SL. This is when I met another one close to my heart but was to have a devastation affect (good and bad) on my SL life. I will call him Irish. I met him on SOTB. Cocky, confident cheeky man who really knew how to flirt with the ladies with the usual banter (Anyone who knows me, knows that cheese sweet talking doesn’t really work). I showed him a round SOTB and we tried some pose balls out, I left in a hurry as RL called just disappeared. Next time I was on he was there again. We talked a bit more fooled around nothing special really just a couple of actors putting on another show. We passed friendship to each other and went on my way. We would talk on Ims and sometimes meet up. As time went on we started to spend a lot of time together, weeks would go by and I found we was with each other all the time. I had a soft spot for him that grew. I know his feeling towards me also grew. But SL can destroy friendships as quick as it creates them. Because we were spending a lot of time together I lost some friends along the way I suppose you just out grow people, but never lost Muscles. Always said hello etc have a quick chat or a meet up. Irish used to explore and love finding new places he liked to impress me and never failed; every time he found somewhere new he would take me show me around. It was when I was with Irish that Zena had a bit of a lobotomy. Her personality was found and the whole skin hair change took place like a butterfly coming out of her chrysalis. What I had done with out realising is brought a lot of my own personality in to SL. The problem I found with the relationship with Irish was I felt suffocated it became very heated at times as she felt owned, arguments always happened and upset took place but yet I couldn’t let Irish go, the relationship was one giant roller coaster, Zena being Zena wanted to find out what happened next. Reflecting back now it should have ended before it even begun this would have stopped the weeks of turmoil for both of us. I loved the way we would speak together and laugh so much, being like a couple of kids and acting stupid. I felt Irish wanted me 24/7 , he had jealous streak and found he read in to my words too much, I found myself explaining my self more and more . He wanted to talk about life in RL, I found my self trying to push away and keep distance from him If I had a crap day in RL I wanted to leave it at the door of SL and just have fun .(This is what I believe sl is all about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never asked questions about RL I found myself trying to please everybody giving them what I thought they wanted and forgot what I was there in the first place for. Intimacy never happened after the body change, if anything started then something would go wrong. To me this was a sign and one I should have read loudly, Once a week an argument would erupt and looking back I have to say it was partly my fault if I had been honest and told him what I felt then non of the heartbreak would have happened I just tried to make him happy and forgot about me. At this point Muscle came in to my life again more and more I found myself running away from friends to spend time with him, muscle was coming part of my life and i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I was trying to find me again as the whole relationship with Irish was turning sour. Throw no fault of his own, it was just not meant to be, deep down I knew this and so did he, letting go was the hardest thing I luved him very much as a friend but I know it couldn't have been anything more I never wanted to hurt him and I just kept making peace with him to make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is one of my well learnt lessons on SL, as in RL growing up you learn from mistakes it what builds you in to the person you are today,as you go throw SL from the start you will most probably change your views ,personality etc . Try to remember... you can't please everybody or make everybody happy, Just be your true self and people will like you and respect you more.Honesty is the best policy, giving everybody else happiness and forgetting about yourself is the wrong path to go, it will only give out the wrong signals and lead to bad vibes.If you feel that it is more intense then you thought then step away from SL.Take a while to reflect on why you came on SL in the first place. You only text talk to people on SL, they will read it how they want to read it beware of this as it could land you in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-863826160340986587?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/863826160340986587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=863826160340986587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/863826160340986587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/863826160340986587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/bit-of-journey-of-zena.html' title='Bit of journey of Zena'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-3233398528036016390</id><published>2007-10-22T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:21:25.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROFILE CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A WORK TO THE WISE ABOUT YOUR PROFILE.... I got fed up of a paticular men on SL. Let me stress not all men on SL. I had to change my profile because i got fed up with men on SL wanting one thing. Dont get me wrong if you in to this then great but im not .Just when you think 'hey he's cool' he takes you to a place to get naked lol . I changed my profile for a reason. Im glad I changed it as I know only get sincere people talking to me (most of the time). Best thing I did. I dont mind a flirt but thats as far as it goes ,it gets monotonous saying no no no no lol. So ladys get your profile filled in , people are not psychic and what they are on for maybe not what you are on here for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-3233398528036016390?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/3233398528036016390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=3233398528036016390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3233398528036016390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/3233398528036016390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/profile-change.html' title='PROFILE CHANGE'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4311624618021612588</id><published>2007-10-21T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:19:53.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOLE NEW ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanted to change me again , so I went on the hunt for a new skin , new hair and the rest. This introduced me to the wonderful world of Shopping on SL .AHHHHHHHHHHHH shopping hehe. I wish i hadn't started because I can honestly say I think I have a problem now lol. If I'm not Dancing or with my Partner I'm shopping. People have created great things on here and I love to look and buy.My new skin and hair came first . Tried loads on but never felt comfy until the one I have got . Hair the same I retired from the pink and went blond . Yep I'm now the original Blond Bomb shell. My friends got a bit of a shock when they saw the new me but realised its just a skin and a hair do same old Zena inside. So what else ...... whole new wardrobe... The freebie stuff are ok but the quality of the things in the shop is totally different . And me being me needed it all. What I will say is look for bargains. I tend to stay away from the big complex and look at smaller shops. I have realised that good clothes in SL don't have to cost the earth. I find I buy clothes to suit my personality. Just like the RL you look for something that suits you. What I love about SL is that you can be anything or wear anything and no one bats an eye lid. I like to Dress up one min a Fairy next a Cow girl. I love my clothes on SL and you will often see me change. That the crazy side of me. Like to make people laugh with what I wear and love to shock as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4311624618021612588?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4311624618021612588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4311624618021612588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4311624618021612588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4311624618021612588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/whole-new-me.html' title='WHOLE NEW ME'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-79310161639445474</id><published>2007-10-20T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:19:38.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTB CLUB CHANGED TO FUN BEACH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122723679653774194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/RxeSC5g-w3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-WtfAo-d4xI/s200/FUN+BEACH.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was one of my first clubs I went to. It mapped out my future on SL this is what I am most thankful for . I met my friends here and my SL partner ( more about him later) Sadly the club had to close but I am still in contact with friends now. This place was great to explore a lot of secret places . As you can see from pic, that's me with pink hair having a chill out after a goodnight.I like to be part of a group it was great. This is when I begun more to get in to SL talking to different personality's from around the world people just not wanting you as a play thing but liked the personality behind the AV . I was a free spirt and a bit of a crazy chick , Sunny was my first person I met in here was great but as time went on we differed apart and now we are like ships in a night. I found that some men on here wanted to own you. Sounds strange but jealousy sometimes takes over people in here just like real life. I am a free spirt and I found that if people was like that with me then I tend to run the opposite way. I loved talking to all kinds of people , I love to make people smile and laugh I was or should I say still am a wild child at heart. Winnetou I also met in here , he is a great friend and someone i can just ramble on to he helped me sort my dances out. (I love to dance in SL ). Zero another friend I met at the same time he also helps me and one of my friends. Virt - sadly not in my group of friends no more but made me laugh so much and great to explore with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm going to side track a little.....(Just to explain my feelings on SL at the time) I came on SL for fun , I couldn't understand partnering or getting serious with anyone in SL . you meet people have a laugh then turn your comp off and go back to RL . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok back on track now hehe - One person came in to my life in this place Muscle Slade , a fun guy who made me laugh . Very easy going and had the same out look on SL as I did (the above). I will always remember our first meet and I'm sure he does still laugh now. He showed me around the place and we tried different things out (wont go in to detail) we made friends and well more about our journey as i go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-79310161639445474?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/79310161639445474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=79310161639445474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/79310161639445474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/79310161639445474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/sotb-club-changed-to-fun-beach.html' title='SOTB CLUB CHANGED TO FUN BEACH'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/RxeSC5g-w3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-WtfAo-d4xI/s72-c/FUN+BEACH.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-4083040700801573675</id><published>2007-10-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:19:22.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/Rxedl5g-w5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wRNzlCoewZ4/s1600-h/ZENA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122736375577101202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/Rxedl5g-w5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wRNzlCoewZ4/s200/ZENA.bmp" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK this was me after a few days of being on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. You an see the pink hair . Also Lady's what you realise fast his you have your lady bits missing . You need to make sure you go shopping for these ( Men you will have to do the same if you look down all is not there) this is a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;complete eye operner everything you can do in RL you can do in SL. Me being me didnt realise this until i got in a few sticky situations and a few places where well let me just say i had to turn my head to the side to work out just what I was doing hehe .MAKE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT THE POSE BALLS DO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is loads of freebies for you to get in SL no need for money just got to go a hunting an a gathering for them . When I first came on you will realise that everyone wants to talk to you and most want to get you naked. This is a wake up call, you will soon realise as I did . At this point in time it was just for a laugh my personality had not come in to it. Everyday Zena became more. You will find that all your likes and dislikes of people in RL will come in to play in SL You wont be able to help yourself, I couldn't more and more my personality came in to SL .That's the magic of this place and you can meet great people and have a great time. You will also find you will go throw friends like no tomorrow on your first few weeks. You except everyone in to your friends list . As you go throw SL you will work out who is a friend and who is an acquaintances . I have more faces then the town hall clock on SL but my frends know the real me . You can be anything you want to be from a first class bitch to a dream lover ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-4083040700801573675?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/4083040700801573675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=4083040700801573675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4083040700801573675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/4083040700801573675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-this-was-me-after-few-days-of-being.html' title='EARLY DAYS'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/Rxedl5g-w5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wRNzlCoewZ4/s72-c/ZENA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-493428621080620088</id><published>2007-10-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:19:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIT ABOUT MY BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You will find that I ramble, may not make sence all the time. Jump from one subject to the other. Hey thats just me. I have so much to write so forgive me if its a little scrambled. I just want to share some of my feelings on SL the people I meet and the places I go. SL is a life in it self and worth the roller coaster ride. I hope you find it all intresting as I have done so far . Happy reading and enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-493428621080620088?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/493428621080620088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=493428621080620088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/493428621080620088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/493428621080620088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/bit-about-my-blog.html' title='BIT ABOUT MY BLOG'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478047052642034850.post-7048774485013765899</id><published>2007-10-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:56:16.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why did i go on &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#333333;" &gt;sl&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard about SL on Tv and was very intrigued .Me and my Friend sat up one night to create Zena .. and so she was born 20/07/2007. Like Frankenstein and his Creation Zena rose from the ashes and descended on Second Life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now let me tell you your first creation is a very funny one, and one you wont to remember.The first time we logged in I met a friend who is still around today , Raul can tell you what I looked like. The pink panther had nothing on me. I was pink from the top of my head to the tip of my toe. Sorry peeps no pics of that I'm glad to say its one memory I wish to delete from my SL life. Zena was soon took over by just me. I changed her skin to become human but kept my pink hair people who know me on SL will always remember my pink hair. Could never miss me I was like an atomic bomb landing on each individual Sim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478047052642034850-7048774485013765899?l=zenarepine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/feeds/7048774485013765899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478047052642034850&amp;postID=7048774485013765899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7048774485013765899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478047052642034850/posts/default/7048774485013765899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenarepine.blogspot.com/2007/10/beginning.html' title='THE BEGINNING'/><author><name>zena Repine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742800937427823917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H7lldA6-Rd8/R4UYafqQRzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/TRS8IKpi2aI/S220/ZENA345.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
