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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1834017875478192708</id><published>2010-02-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:27:52.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17thcolouredcrayons.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like new names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1834017875478192708?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1834017875478192708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5086656309386542178</id><published>2010-02-06T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:39:09.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There're 3 consecutive posts which i started with fuck as the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5086656309386542178?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5086656309386542178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8301664034456942088</id><published>2010-02-06T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:36:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a loner now. Welcome to oblivion baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sugarscurrilous/BuildWalls?authkey=Gv1sRgCISIj_K9oJfMYg#5434799046632437698'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8h3TlArirNA/S2xI8Cgod8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5_JdbJSTa98/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All time fave shoe, for the time being. Shor-rey sanuks for ditching u so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8301664034456942088?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8301664034456942088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8301664034456942088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8301664034456942088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8301664034456942088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-loner-now.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8h3TlArirNA/S2xI8Cgod8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/5_JdbJSTa98/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-998053166458787032</id><published>2010-02-05T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:57:57.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sugarscurrilous/BuildWalls?authkey=Gv1sRgCISIj_K9oJfMYg#5434789234286231042'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8h3TlArirNA/S2xAA4q_fgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/NdQf06lZtBw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive 3 ba-la-kus on my knee area.&lt;br /&gt;P.s: i didnt fall down or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-998053166458787032?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/998053166458787032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=998053166458787032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/998053166458787032'/><link rel='self' 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im falling back to the depression state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3915717256367998374?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3915717256367998374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3915717256367998374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3915717256367998374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3915717256367998374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/f-i-think-im-falling-back-to-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4133772637112261643</id><published>2010-02-04T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:43:51.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck, the pack of fruity pebbles is fucking tempting me to have some of em stay in my stomach which soon converts to the clump of fats i've. it's so hard to resist the bleedy craving while having periods. ohhhhh, i could die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2011309057828782494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2011309057828782494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2011309057828782494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/f-its-so-depressing-and-awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3939116099950291437</id><published>2010-02-02T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:42:21.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, this is super bad, 3 combinations to get the better of me. Firstly, flu, secondly, fkingcellulites taking over me, thirdly, i guess im in the pms state. Plusplusplus, to top it off, im going t republic poly promote da stuff. Right, on the 2nd of feb. And oh, with my newly fresh pink dots too(on my face), focusing on the centre area where obviously if u aint blind, YOU. WILL. DEFINITELY. SEE. IT!! &lt;br /&gt;Aiyaya, hope that everything will just do justice to me. So God, ya, you knw what i really really need.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Kk, i guess im lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: i didnt knw that pup&amp;muma reads my blog. Welldone babies. Cya real soon ;) &lt;a wink for ya both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3939116099950291437?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3939116099950291437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3939116099950291437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3939116099950291437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3939116099950291437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugh-this-is-super-bad-3-combinations-to.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2738676763895566101</id><published>2010-02-01T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:57:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She walked away before i could reply, before i could tell her: But i did it for love&lt;br /&gt;And how can you ever be too old for all that?&lt;br /&gt;-starting over, tony parsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2738676763895566101?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2738676763895566101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2738676763895566101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2738676763895566101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2738676763895566101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-walked-away-before-i-could-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1938048424110271126</id><published>2010-02-01T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:53:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thankgod for u aint ** ** cus if u were. Ure sure out of breathe by now. I pity anyone who takes this fking huge responsibility. I feel like a baby now.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my left nostrils is like a running spoilt tap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1938048424110271126?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1938048424110271126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1938048424110271126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1938048424110271126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1938048424110271126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankgod-for-u-aint-cus-if-u-were.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3710317750187693751</id><published>2010-02-01T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:36:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is bad luck really spotting me that well? Im sick agn with some stupid flu. I doubt ill be able to enjoy cny. 11mths more to 2011. Shit i feel so unaccomplised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be 18 the next year and i think im lossing out to those younger than me. God, im so idoitic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog days are over soon, betcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3710317750187693751?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3710317750187693751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3710317750187693751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3710317750187693751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3710317750187693751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8h3TlArirNA/S2SHYwNH8KI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VFpdrsLMKTw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='250' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1447769356175326578?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1447769356175326578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1447769356175326578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1447769356175326578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1812324983708232031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1812324983708232031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8217013605093354099</id><published>2010-01-31T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:31:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, fml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5798638703651881850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5798638703651881850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/oddoddoddoddodd.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-940990593862849745</id><published>2010-01-30T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:53:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting the best of me agn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2469839629106344664</id><published>2010-01-30T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:34:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fml. Ok so nw u think im a bitch, yeah go ahead. Im so straight forward. So i guess its fking karma trying t get back at me. But srsly man, fuck it, why do u think im a bitch? As bitchy as those in our sch? Well thanks for fucking my life at this instant. Srsly, im hating u right nw. I knw, i was rude at ya yst, but that was at that moment of time. Why did u text t me only? Only? So IM. THE. BITCH. AMONG. THE. CLIQUE? thank you for reminding me. Ill try to fking change for everyone's sake kay? Ok, i shant hate u, since u think im a fag, thank you. Then no lame shat forever. Ill try t refrain frm crapping nw. Ill steal all the laughters and see if the clique can be as happy as before.(i knw i aint th one who brought fk arse laughter, yea i was always the one that doesnt get notice at all) I knw i was kinda too much, but did i repeat when we were getting home? Am i the ONLY ONE THAT WILL EVER REPEAT OFFENDING THINGS? so ure saying th rest dont, except me, FUCKING ME, th cunt. &lt;br /&gt;The curtains are nw close, no sunlight will penetrate thru ur life agn, dont expect me t be ur bf(or were we just friends?) agn. Ill just distant myself frm u. I feel fucking malign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2469839629106344664?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2469839629106344664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2469839629106344664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2469839629106344664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2469839629106344664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8143564570633052233</id><published>2010-01-29T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:25:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLUSH, ive gain weight, duckduckduckduckducksuxtobeme.duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8143564570633052233?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8143564570633052233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8143564570633052233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8143564570633052233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8143564570633052233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/flush-ive-gain-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3458066929674422230</id><published>2010-01-28T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:59:10.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like sucidal right now. Im fucking depressed with no reason for why im behaving such. Everything is rushing thru my mind like a bullet shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifuckingwnadie,withonewordinmind. Death, yknow it. Iloveit. Idk wtf is going on. I guess pms is acting up. Ill be either be some emoshit, or getting way high like paper planes. Shit, i sucked at controlling pms. Oh shit. Fml this much. Ohgawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3458066929674422230?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3458066929674422230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3458066929674422230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3458066929674422230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3458066929674422230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-like-sucidal-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8971920039236634982</id><published>2010-01-26T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:56:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fml, this much. I really really need t slp u bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8971920039236634982?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8971920039236634982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8971920039236634982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8971920039236634982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8971920039236634982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml-this-much.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7264122905335935308</id><published>2010-01-26T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:35:08.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should diss my own selfish desire to just go and sleep. Wtf is wrong with me, no sleep is just like working with no energy. Physics law man, energy can only be change from one form to another but cannot be destroy. As, judging from my case, it's looking more of a destroying  action rather than converting. Ah, srsly, my brain is like the usage of the iphone batt, detriorating like, wow, steadily 'accelerating'(retarding/decelerating), from maybe 20%(the last 20mins or so) to abt, 9%? I can just imagine the batt percentage going all red prompting me to charge(sleep) which i shall, in a bitx. Cus, ive just bath, and now ive a fountain of water beads dangling on my hair. Plus plus, my hair has the smell of my perfume, awesome smell which i'd very much like my bf/bff or whoever nuts that likes to cling onto me to wear that perfume for life. I'll always be devoted to u, my love(perfume). Oh great, now the lids are shutting. Okay, softball match tmr, im game for it baby. May the awesome school win the match. &lt;br /&gt;Cya world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on my mind?(fb asked)&lt;br /&gt;TONYO SZABO!!!!!! vocalist+keyboardist&lt;br /&gt;From, THE MOOG!&lt;br /&gt;The one that made me palpitate,(oh not the only one) like, after a 4.2kmarathon run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7264122905335935308?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7264122905335935308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7264122905335935308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7264122905335935308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7264122905335935308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-should-diss-my-own-selfish-desire-to.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-652066190488236996</id><published>2010-01-23T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:26:46.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, at this instant, i feel like DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pansexuality+small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-652066190488236996?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/652066190488236996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=652066190488236996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/652066190488236996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/652066190488236996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-at-this-instant-i-feel-like-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5377606903761830348</id><published>2010-01-23T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:06:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seek refuge here again for the 2nd time of the day. During sec1 i went to some church camp thing in msia. I did feel God at that time and I was so enthu abt him. It's always the camp and stuffs that made me love Him so much more. The troubles and sickness i had, He was kinda there. I gave him all. I beg for things that are definitely out of my reach. Little did i know, he actually gave all of em to me. Pretty amazing eh? But i went overboard,   Im never satisfied with what i had achieved(of course, achievements are never coming from me, myself alone, but rather i'd say, my Father in heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well u, reader who might as well i say, simply glancing thru this wordy meaningless post, pardon me for you-know-what-you-are-thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought me to write this noob post, was what the song was playing. No love by simple plan. It has no linkage to christianity but, u see, in sec1 i rmb having this one year of junior, bluetoothing me simple plan songs etc.. That was why i had the reminiscence of the trip back home(sg) via coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my 'devoutness' towards God when i was sec1 and now. Look at th state im in. I ought to so some great changes im my life. Ive to stop seeking God at times when im in a lost but ive to constantly rmb who was the one that created me. Y'know the chinese proverb, yin shui shi yan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive awfully shitted at times. &lt;br /&gt;Look at the grace has given to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promotion of class in sec2 &lt;br /&gt;I promoted to sec3 and stayed in the same class&lt;br /&gt;(i thgt i wld retain in sec3 due to my disgraceful results)&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, i went on to sec4&lt;br /&gt;(i slacked like nobody's business)&lt;br /&gt;I did fairly average not that good but as compared to sec3 it was miles better. &lt;br /&gt;During o levels, i thgt combine humans and amths would be a major failure.&lt;br /&gt;Let the slacker of all time 'boast' how i fking study.&lt;br /&gt;In amaths i did mug, except for a couple of topics i wasnt that good in it, as i thgt during sec3 , i'd drop amath, sadly, i didnt. I did relatively well in tropical tests at the start of the year, thanks to the hod of maths placing me in the smaller group with a elderly teacher, thou i didnt like her at first. Soon i grow fond of amths, and i liked her even more. (as time passes) fucking prelims got so near that i thgt i was gna die. I hell yeah got nervous. Love soon caught me, and i stayed back just to catch some glimpse of him, but fuckyeah, he knows and up to now, i dont knw why the hell did i like him in the first place.(practically ruining my reputation) So fmylife even more..  So i wasted time there. Besides th sch held some night study thing which i doubt i benefited anything from it. For prelims, IT WAS MY FIRST TIME I EVER PASS AMATHS IN A MAJOR EXAM!! so fuck yeah, i won!! But soon, i lose confidence and fucking lost the battle to fashion mags+ipod on the day of my AMATHS OLEVEL EXAM!! I slept at wee wee hours, u knw me, i never ever liked to slp, for the eyebags explains it. &lt;br /&gt;Panic washes my guts out in the examination hall. All the qns looked simply weird. Its either ive forgotten how to do, or either they were too tricky. Damn, even those who were the same standard as me said it was easy/tricky. But for me, i could only say, ITS DIFFICULT, it was a cunt, it was a taboo for me t pass. Eh, failing in amath is my expertise. Little did i know...(i shall reveal it later) &lt;br /&gt;and so for combine humans. Wait let me make thia clear, i fucking hate ss, and i love geo but it(the latter) never ever did to me justice. I was failing them every other test like, forever. I wished i had some brain and motivation to fucking pass it. Sadly, I CAN. NEVER. PASS. its my forte to get a single digit upoon 50 for either ss/geo. I know, u can WOW at me. Im one son(daughter?) of a bitch at being a lazy person. Even the ss teacher, i bet didnt take any notice of me/ knows my name. So i didnt even fking bother abt passing those test. But for mid year, i didnt really study my chapts but i read thru the ss guide book for answering sbqs, thankfully, i kinda score in sbq but failed in seq!! I had confidence in my stupid self! But yet failure yet won th best of me. Plus all those supplementary classes were actually ss mock test. And u knw what i did, I 'PON' some of those tests. (cus i didint fking study) ohoh, thank god for showing me his grace, there was some time, my friends got caught for not showing up for the test, but i wasnt 'bao-toh' but yeah, i think the other 3 were!! I thank god for that!! I carried on focusing on oth subs. Plus i told mum since i wasnt going t jc, so could i skip studying combine humans? She gave me the green light. So time spent was on other subs rather than combine humans. But i managed to study geo and ss at the eleventh hour!! I seriously cant stand my sickening self!! Althou i knew that the next day was the ss olevel examination, u knw what? I watched the show jay chou starred in, bu neng shou de mimi.(cause i dont watch chinese movies online plus, if i did, i want high quality video) And yes i still had the audacity to ask my muma if i could watch it, yeah, she did say yes-.-  after the show which was prolly abt 11-12 i tried t memorize!! I took the risk or memorizing venice, but i still did read thru the 2nd chapt(which i just recalled, was globalization) of the sec4 textbook, pls note i didnt memorized, or did i? Ok, but it was just some points. Ss is supa boring! Thankew ss, i really was traumatised!! Ty so much!! VENICE DIDNT SHOW UP ON MY DOOR STEP!! guess what? Chapt 2 did. I know, f9 definitely!! Poor bitch. As for geo, i mugged natural veg like, wth except for the kalimantan part!! Awesomely lonnnngggg.. But i tried my best.(with various sitting place for studying, i even kope the dining table chair to situate in my room, i had my leg on the wall slouching like a potato freak.) even my brother called me siao, for changing places of studying. U knw me, i need to have the kickstart t study eh? The studyroom is so boring, i cant bear t stay in that miserable room so i situated myself at &lt;br /&gt;The dining table&lt;br /&gt;The 3 sitted sofa&lt;br /&gt;The 2 sitted sofa&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, MY BED!! &lt;br /&gt;And even the toilet when i had to pass out my waste. &lt;br /&gt;So, u could call me lazy, or hyperactive. I needed t shift around the house just t study! I hope my child never get this stupid disease. Let me explain how geo is t be studied.&lt;br /&gt;U have t study 2 out of 4 chapters. For my case,  Its either natural veg and development or n.v and food (what ah?) ok, stm is getting the better of me... &lt;br /&gt;Plus in the exam cambriged has stated it that in section a in one of the qn there will be a 2 topics. Seriously i didnt kbow that luck was on my side. I got the 'pure' one!! No, its not over yer!! Luck wasnt on my side in sec b!! The page which i didnt study for, came out!! I sucketh!! Big big time!! Why must misery come? :( hence i thgt i'd fail. Im so upset. But who knows, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT B3 FOR BOTH AMATH AND COMBINE HUMANS!! power man!! Of course la, moderation.. But who cares, i still did better than some. And im so honoured to have God favouring me. But but, i screwed my eng.&lt;br /&gt;Actually both lang, eng+chinese. C6&amp;b4 respectively!! Yuck, i suck!! &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, but this is the best ive done in my seconday life, except for fucking eng, THIS WAS TH WORST IVE DONE!! screw eng!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5377606903761830348?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5377606903761830348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5377606903761830348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5377606903761830348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5377606903761830348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-seek-refuge-here-again-for-2nd-time.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2023857540332268954</id><published>2010-01-23T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:24:04.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to oblivion, hun</title><content type='html'>Fml. This wholesome bitch is breaking me down. I feel desperate for something. Something taboo in the eye's of God. Thats how my fup life is during my puberty ages. Thats how i got my awesome piercinga and looked like a fag. That's how people disliked me. That's how i get epic pms madness. Thats's how i thgt of ending my fup life. Im one wholesome nothing emokid. &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;Where my whole life is craving in&lt;br /&gt;And i cant stand who I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i lost my head again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met you&lt;br /&gt;You were standing all alone&lt;br /&gt;'cus yo u felt it too&lt;br /&gt;The world has broken down&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna make it through&lt;br /&gt;'cus now we know&lt;br /&gt;(there's people like us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek refuge in madina lake's muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome band for a shitty fup life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2023857540332268954?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2023857540332268954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2023857540332268954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2023857540332268954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2023857540332268954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-oblivion-hun.html' title='Welcome to oblivion, hun'/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-807493275564383708</id><published>2010-01-22T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:21:45.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm lossing it</title><content type='html'>I've just checked(or rather, muma just checked) with lasalle and nafa what's the requirements to get into their private school. I bet it's gna be hectic and tedious for me. 10 portfolios for Lasalle, it's got to be in different forms. It can be painting/drawing/crayoning. But there's got to be 2d/3d art too. I've no idea how I'm gna make it thru. But all I suffice is God alone. That's my real desire. And feel like fire. Haha. Ok, (feel like fire, direks bentley) so that's what the iPod is playing. Besides, God, I need inspirations. So i guess it all starts from being observant to get inspirations. Oh yeah, no inspirations= worst sketches of all time. Damn, I ain't that good in fashion illustration sketching. I guess iPhone baby will be of good use. The com is kinda ~cuckooo, so a big deal of time I'll be resourcing from the net. Hope none will be a destruction to me. The last day of that interview for lasalle is on the 30th if April. Ima planning to get the date after 10th of march cus th pansexual has completed her work assignment. (PAYDAYDAYYYYEEE) so yea, self esteem is getting worse. I feel inferior at times. I'm aware at th glances and stares from strangers. I've got no balls man. Curse pms. I hate pms. Thankew for not knowing me, sadly I'm one fag emotional person. So ure welcome for not being a friend but better as an aquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get inspiratioooonnsss. Cya.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to oblivion baby. I'm seconds from insanity. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just for madina lake/themoogs/florence+themachine/.. &lt;br /&gt;Fml, this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-807493275564383708?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/807493275564383708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=807493275564383708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/807493275564383708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/807493275564383708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-i-kissing-it.html' title='I think I&amp;#39;m lossing it'/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8349368248613236356</id><published>2010-01-07T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:46:49.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck I think I like guys with mustache! Yknow like Jude law who acted in sherlock holmes? Okay that guy is a hit when he is acting but in photos? I doubt he impressed me that much. So basically after that silly dream that I dreamt that day, I'm more into white guys-not Asian ones, and my eyes kinda stalk them like how I did today at Ikea. I'm feeling awkward so much that I avoided his view and just hide behind some pillar or furniture to take a glance at him. Yuck, what has gotten into me man. It's like a nun looking at guys? Man that's basically lust which equates to sin. So indirectly I'm sinning in my own books. I gotta watch my damn behaviour when i get into poly(if) cus I might just turn into a monster like gaga.(now I don't take note of her that much cuz her muse isn't as good as the previous time) oh man I'm collecting my results on the 11jan and i think I'll cry my balls ou. I'm hoping to be a 14pointer so that it willl get into my unreality dream course. Fuck myself for liking that course. God I need ya, soooooooooo mucccccchhhhh. It's the path that will get me to my future. And if I get like 20++ well I'll resit o's maybe as a private canidate unless the school accepts me to retain oh, shit, God no pls I don't want misery T.T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do whatever it takes, so pls. Ty&amp;bai&amp;happydreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8349368248613236356?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8349368248613236356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8349368248613236356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8349368248613236356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8349368248613236356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-i-think-i-like-guys-with-mustache.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-305120518351428993</id><published>2010-01-05T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:07:12.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I still can't get to sleep cus I slept for 12 hours the other time I fell asleep. Pretty pig fag uh? I had this super ridiculous dream, u never know what I dreamt about. Okay I had this white American tutor who came to my house and he was actually sitting maybe 1.5 hands away from me and later he went to the toilet while I brush half a jaw, and he came out to brush his teeth as well. So I went back to sit a my chair while i waited for him. And beside me there's a chair which is quite close to me and for no reason he sat there I could feel his warmth man, HAHAH. he wasn't sitting on the previous chair but idk why. Ive forgotten a part of the dream and it came to th iPhone thing. He swept out his iPhone from his pocket and I told him I own one too and he held my phone on his hands and I could see my dirty screen and wishing I had wiped it before I passed to him and looking At his it was dirt free._. so we came to this part where to told me that he was married and somehow or rather i seduced him with my finger running fom his calf to his leg with my mum (idk wth was she doing there) below us. Lol I know hard to comprehend but this dream is so unintentionally weird plus crazy and I've been thinking of that white guy. Ohoh and later on he repeated to me again that he is married and I saw a frame full of photos and I pointed to it asking whether that woman was his wife and he said yea(oh my and can feel that stab in my fucking heart) shit myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A DREAM, I dreamt abt while sleeping not some daybdreaming activity.&lt;br /&gt;Guess my mind likes working around I shld buy little big planet when I own a psp or when that game becomes and iPhone application. sackboy is cute. Oh I can smell the fresh loaves of bread in the oven baking. It's 5:06am and I'm staying at the second floor ahhh delicious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-305120518351428993?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/305120518351428993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=305120518351428993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/305120518351428993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/305120518351428993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-i-still-cant-get-to-sleep-cus-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1161031744101510742</id><published>2010-01-05T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T04:42:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll start PROJECT 365 on my birthday, the day when I get to 17. Oh gawd I feel so fucking old. 17 man, yes, IM 17!! people on the streets might think i'm still doing my o levels or maybe still doing my streaming year-sec2. Oh great now when eveyone single one knows I'm in poly they'd probably guess my age. Yuck. Oh ya, I hope and need and want and wish to get into poly, so god up there, would u forgive me sins? I didn't do it intentionally but I was erh erh ...? Hehe, so forgive me Kay? Cause I feel so guilty having to open ur bible and read ur words and down myself with ur commandments. Hmm, and don't know what to say but one thing I can see, I've been putting on weight, I think I just mentioned it in the other post recently right? Haha fuck me. Okay, but okay. Yeah wth Am I  posting? Eh u knw I've been wanting to get some Dslr for quite sometime unfortunately that quite sometime is very long alr? Approximately about 2 years ++ oh I can't wait to make new friends and become a freshmen there. Smells good uh? And then I'll make wonderful awesome friends if I go to some awesome course cus they share the same dream as I've. Then we can do things tgt and be bad tgt. And stay out late and night and kicks arse and bitch abt ppl do window shopping go for concerts do crazy things laugh at arseholes play games stayover text and call ppl at weewee hours go out in a both gender clique have Pinic listen to muse tgt share opinions of each other dressing chill at starbucks go catch a movie and book the entire row(AWESOME) act weird omgosh what have I written man? Haha okay I bet manyr typos cus I'm on iPhone now. Small qwerty keypads and stuff. Ah yes, then my life would be completed. Then I'll get my bf yuck okay. Hahhaha then I'll have new bfs  I meant bestfriends. So God if ure hearing my cry, pls grant me this big big need, cus u definitely can't stay onto the life I've fucked up in secondary which made me bcome some emo kid which thgt of suicidal everyday(almost) and nobody Knows. They don't see my tears but I do break down once in a while I rmb during sec3 oh how embarrassing. ._. Emo + awakward child. I too get jealous when my friend in class doesn't give a damn and I'll emo myself way thru. Cus nobody understands plus nobody knws how my fucking brother and sometimes and mum too treat me. So fucked up I knw. (I dare to type this down cus I kn only I'll be the one reviewing it and no other fucking souls know abt this) I thank god for I've so little friends let me say, 3? Haha yeah and dint give a fuckingdamn too? So who cares. Yay nobody fucking cares I'm invisible!! I hope u, old Hannah can feel the sarcasm I wish to u hannah that u will have a better awesome life ahead and make fucking friends and go rebel and stuff and pls do not be a fucking loner bitch cus I'll haunt u, yes ur ghost if ur fucking screwed up past will fucking haunt u till the very day u die miserably with a miserable number of ppl turning up at ur funneral, and I hope that there will not be a handful of ppl but a whole of ppl out there moaning for u, okay I'm fucking egoistic now, haha. Cya hun goodnight happy dreams ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx (I'm still 16) hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1161031744101510742?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1161031744101510742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1161031744101510742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1161031744101510742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1161031744101510742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-start-project-365-on-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2303300447767074649</id><published>2010-01-04T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:51:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14029.) I get jealous way to easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2303300447767074649?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2303300447767074649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2303300447767074649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2303300447767074649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2303300447767074649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/14029.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-462408774722932348</id><published>2010-01-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:48:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14042.) I'm so freaking turned on by you. I can't stop imagining you kissing me, touching me, pushing the line in a really rough manner. I've never even been kissed before. But when I held your hand at church during prayer I couldn't think about God &amp; I felt so guilty. All I could think about was your hand in mine and the electricity flowing through my body. I almost couldn't let go. I wonder if you felt it or if I'm the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-462408774722932348?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/462408774722932348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=462408774722932348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/462408774722932348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/462408774722932348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/14042.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-6818981481049416638</id><published>2010-01-04T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:45:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14050.) I'm always paranoid that my friends actually hate me and make fun of me behind my back. I wish I didn't feel this way, because they're amazing people and I couldn't have much better friends. I've just been hurt so many times that it's turned me into an unnecessarily cynical person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-6818981481049416638?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/6818981481049416638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=6818981481049416638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6818981481049416638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6818981481049416638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/14050.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8624644171297722663</id><published>2010-01-04T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:43:02.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14060.) i want you to reply to my text messages the instant you get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8624644171297722663?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8624644171297722663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8624644171297722663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8624644171297722663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8624644171297722663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/14060.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-930955404039397335</id><published>2010-01-03T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:12:15.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez I'm so dead. It's 5:55am and there's church at 9am. Shit. Shld I just stay awake or get some goody sleep? Argh I think awake is the better choice. Bcus i won't be late for church then. I suck terribly, and I know a number of people who screwed their body clock too. But so far I think I'm the worst. The mind has mistaken the day for the night vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man today is the 3rd of Jan. Ok 2010,1jan still seems kinda fresh like it was yesterday. Or maybe even now. Supposingly the release of o's results will be 9 days from now? Fuck no. Oh fuck no too I don't wanna retain. Srsly if I'm gna fucked up my life I rather transfer to some other fucking sch. Cus y'know it when u get to knw those ppl there. God, I'm so dependent on u for another time. And I there will be more of this time soon to come if I get into poly or god-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh tmr there will be cougar town, at least it will be something to rid of my gluing of computer or rather iPhone syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus God pls get me a job. I need cash desperately. My bank is drained from those implusive buys. Haiyah why like that. I suck man. I deserve to live in countries suffering from proverties! Ouhkay 4words for me, shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to y'all whosever is reading this and I spectaculate, HAHAHA, none -,- if u do tellmeeee!! Cus I feel very friendless. :( and I might be emoshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********P.s I've changed my number, no more 90069014, and just mail me&lt;br /&gt;or whatever to ask me kayzzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-930955404039397335?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/930955404039397335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=930955404039397335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/930955404039397335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/930955404039397335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/geez-im-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5751326300565634863</id><published>2010-01-01T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:54:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13950.) I wish you'd get over yourself and stop acting like a child. You get on my nerves and you need to grow up. The world doesn't revolve around you. Get over yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5751326300565634863?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5751326300565634863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5751326300565634863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5751326300565634863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5751326300565634863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2010/01/13950.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8287235377321101146</id><published>2009-12-31T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:01:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the 100th post as well as the last post for 2010. im not gna brag about how 2009 now is/was but in 2 words, awesome+stressful. there's the pros and cons. i guess next year would be a fun year cause i get to have new friends(hopefully) if i dont, well, i can pretty much say then that my life is as fucked up as some emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i had a pissing time, firstly, i sense that im getting fatter, (this isnt a good thing) and secondly, i looked like a fish ball. epic fatness. sorry, im typically sensitive on how i looked. so pardon me. besides, today i pulled my friend, just to do something, one thing in my life which i bet i can never ever succeed. catching Scrump from the UFO machine/claw machine. so far marina square has the most machines ever. but i bet japan has even more, much more. damn, the last ufo machine that i played was the heartrending moment cum that was when the fml part came. i didnt know how to operate. but i guess if i bloody knew how to, i'd have won that bloody damn toy! nono, not high ego, but i was easy as abc, 123. eh, just have to push that toy down the hole, and I WIN! but fucked, i wasted 2 miserable bucks on it CAUSE IM A CUCKOO/NOVICE AT OPERATION! i dont know the controls lah. haiyah, its okay, the day is over. so its just so hannah incident. but its okay now, i aint pissed of or whatever nots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, im not gna countdown today, cause i believe this year would marked another new beginning, no friends= why bother counting down? you need to have friends to have fun. without them, fun= nothing. that's the way of interpretation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geez, now im all alone in the house, and theres like some weird noise (kindof like the door or gate is vibrating, and im freaking out) but its okay, ive seek refuge in God's word. the two walls that im surrounded by is noted by God's way of living. oh i think i hear mama. okay, maybe not. so yea. okay, i doubt anyone will be reading this but i dont even bother. so i might as well take my shower and scrub my stinky feet will nice-smelling stuff, and seek comfort in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is pretty much average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8287235377321101146?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8287235377321101146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8287235377321101146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8287235377321101146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8287235377321101146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-100th-post-as-well-as-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4631187386149056842</id><published>2009-12-29T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:03:42.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13857.) When we graduated middle school I was afraid that we would drift apart once high school started. We did. &amp; I'm happy we did. I never really liked you anyways. SUCK IT BITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4631187386149056842?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4631187386149056842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4631187386149056842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4631187386149056842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4631187386149056842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/13857.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7148437484867141017</id><published>2009-12-22T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:44:42.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I had the willpower of anorexics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7148437484867141017?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7148437484867141017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7148437484867141017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7148437484867141017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7148437484867141017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-wish-i-had-willpower-of.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-6724074967971103896</id><published>2009-12-22T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:40:10.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13478.) I'm attracted to my friends's boyfriends, I don't really like them, is just that I feel that I could have them so easily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-6724074967971103896?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/6724074967971103896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=6724074967971103896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6724074967971103896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6724074967971103896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/13478.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4606835238496441254</id><published>2009-12-21T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:29:40.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2gwxjb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2irsao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont take credit for this awesome photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4606835238496441254?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4606835238496441254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4606835238496441254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4606835238496441254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4606835238496441254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-i-dont-credit-this-awesome-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2gwxjb7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7587414461591087357</id><published>2009-12-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:24:57.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/Sy-TQL6bFRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/87G6iket6EI/s1600-h/eFsDRN9O9n5oi93jUubKKKzXo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I’m coming to get you.” and she would put aside everything she was doing, her excitement, her anger or her momentary hate for him. And she would proceed to give him only four words, “give me ten minutes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via http://www.littleteaspoon.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2945141357690617250?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2945141357690617250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2945141357690617250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2945141357690617250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2945141357690617250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-girl-has-that-one-boy-in-her-life.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-6543456869434695155</id><published>2009-12-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:31:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200$$</title><content type='html'>oh God, i can’t believe that you’ve given me like almost everything? firstly, I had my Igadget, now you’re awarding me with 200bucks. WOW, GOD, YOU’RE AWWWWWWWWESSSSOOOMMMEEE! it’s like a heaven sent christmas gift to me, THANK YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: 200$ came for progressing in my studies. I should have done better earlier in my secondary sch days. shucks. but its like a farewell gift for me as i’ve just finished the end of sec4!! now God, im awaiting for my results, i know i will receive something much more valuable than just money. talent? haha. :) God, you know what i want. love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-6543456869434695155?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/6543456869434695155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=6543456869434695155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6543456869434695155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6543456869434695155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/200.html' title='200$$'/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3321502995415279952</id><published>2009-12-21T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:29:10.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JANUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality.sexy. Affectionate.Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MAY:&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong&lt;br /&gt;clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift. _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;JULY:&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be&lt;br /&gt;quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make&lt;br /&gt;friends .&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of&lt;br /&gt;what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises.&lt;br /&gt;High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing&lt;br /&gt;personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3321502995415279952?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3321502995415279952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3321502995415279952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3321502995415279952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3321502995415279952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/january-stubborn-and-hard-hearted.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-9105500102434620556</id><published>2009-12-20T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:16:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I had a five minute staring contest with a fish. I thought I was doing real well until I realized fish don't have eye lids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-9105500102434620556?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/9105500102434620556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=9105500102434620556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/9105500102434620556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/9105500102434620556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-had-five-minute-staring-contest.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2986265243874852205</id><published>2009-12-20T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:14:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was talking to my friend on the phone about wanting to go to the movies to see The Blind Side. About ten minutes into the conversation (mind you we still have not made plans to see the movie) my friend starts freaking out because she cant find her phone. As soon as she hangs up I text her saying "find ur phone yet?" she text me back "No :( " I am confused as to how she will be graduating high school this year MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2986265243874852205?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2986265243874852205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2986265243874852205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2986265243874852205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2986265243874852205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-talking-to-my-friend-on.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7093432562990816390</id><published>2009-12-20T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:13:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got a very sparkly, girly, homemade card in the mail. I smiled and wondered which little girl cousin had sent it. When I opened it, however, the name at the bottom was my huge guy friend's. Next time I see him, I need to compliment him on his butterflies he drew. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7093432562990816390?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7093432562990816390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7093432562990816390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7093432562990816390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7093432562990816390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-got-very-sparkly-girly-homemade.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2345558634095843144</id><published>2009-12-20T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:13:12.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my grandfather came to visit us for Thanksgiving. When he saw the dog (which is a dalmation) He screamed in front of everyone, "Who put all these spots on this dog!" It took 10 minutes to calm him down and explain that those are natural spots. I love old people. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2345558634095843144?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2345558634095843144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2345558634095843144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2345558634095843144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2345558634095843144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-grandfather-came-to-visit-us_20.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7646396097974908907</id><published>2009-12-20T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:13:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my grandfather came to visit us for Thanksgiving. When he saw the dog (which is a dalmation) He screamed in front of everyone, "Who put all these spots on this dog!" It took 10 minutes to calm him down and explain that those are natural spots. I love old people. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7646396097974908907?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7646396097974908907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7646396097974908907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7646396097974908907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7646396097974908907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-grandfather-came-to-visit-us.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8502496685621285732</id><published>2009-12-18T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:56:17.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13399.) I just want to move far away from here. At least then I wouldn't have to feel bad for not having any friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8502496685621285732?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8502496685621285732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8502496685621285732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8502496685621285732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8502496685621285732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/13399.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-642084622870611927</id><published>2009-12-18T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:51:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel alone so so alone. I wished the earth would swallow me, having my whole and heart and my earthly remains gone. I wished I had a friend. I wished that, that friend of mine'd be odd weird cool or rather should I say, just find an identical characteristic that I've. That will definitely fill the hole that Is burning me. It widens an inch everyday. No, I'm not lovesick if u wanted to diagnose me. I'm just for goodlardsake, alone. Just so so very extremely. No, don't say that u know how I feel cause u fucking don't and fucking will never. I wished I was a somebody. I brought nothing but chaos into my life. I brought chaos to those around me. I'm indecisive, fickle minded, impromtu and sadness. My life is fucked up. I guess I shld have given those living in suffering esp those poor African kids who are diagnosed with a-z illness my place where I'm now. This world us unfair. So am I. I take sides. I sucked. I'm never a creature to be loved. I should be scorned&lt;br /&gt;to death. I think I'm closer to hell than eternity. My sins committed are more than the good deeds I've done. And I hate it when I begin to like someone whether be it a guy or a girl. When I fall, I fall fucking real  hard. 6 years was the longest. Counting this year as the sixth. So it started during my primary school. I know it sounds insane. I know it's all in the name of, unrequited. So I gave it all. I dreamt of him once in a blue moon. I kept thinking of him once in a fortnight since then. Sometimes when I was in bed -and I diagnosed myself with insomnia, which makes me an insomniac. And I'd pretend that he was there beside me. But now this torch will never exist again. I thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;Now im self obsessed with being thin. Beauty is thin. But for some exception some ppl can carry fat as a beauty. I admire them for that.&lt;br /&gt;But afterall I'm always succumb to the fucking food. They are the evil ones who displaces fat cells. Now I looked like a ball. An overloaded ball. I think I'm gonna get depression and eye bags soon, but who cares, cus no one will ever take notice. No fucking one. I'm as invisble as oxygen hydrogen nitrogen is... Goodbye earth, I need t tend t my physical needs. Fuck the world, Fuck my life as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-642084622870611927?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/642084622870611927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=642084622870611927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/642084622870611927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/642084622870611927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-alone-so-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-418297475661119333</id><published>2009-12-18T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:47:47.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/SypgaL9kUJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1vV4SIDaLjI/s1600-h/tumblr_kusohyaEds1qzlmgao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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FTW. I'm angry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5547196667617611977?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5547196667617611977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5547196667617611977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5547196667617611977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5547196667617611977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shant-make-my-life-miserable-but.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7905712387991842377</id><published>2009-12-17T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:17:34.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I prefer to write my emotions here.&lt;br /&gt;firstly I want to annonce, the small little corner of my room doesn't have good Internet connection whereas the living room has it, BUT it isn't any much better than compared to bringing my Igadget outside lurking in the streets. haiya, that means it's bad news alr lah? &lt;br /&gt;secondly, I can feel that I'm not connected to anyone. I'm feeling friendless. friend A was my church friend -was, bcus she has stopped going to church, I've got a feeling she is becoming t detest me more and more?? when I text t her, sometimes she doesn't even text back PLUS PLUS when she feels bored or is killing files, she text me to call her.... wtf, I'm more like a ka Kia - u know all those gangsters they have this right hand or left hand people to help them do dirty jobs? yeah, I'm beginning to feel that I'm one of them. thanks t her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend B has just come back from overseas. FYI our friendship was rekindled during my o's and I fucking initiated that we shld carry on this fucking goodlardpork friendship for fucks sake. (now I see no point) that friend B is treating me a little like what friend A is doing. well, I can't be bother much le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend C whom I was kinda like in good terms doing my lower sec days is now like a stranger to me. no talks nth. and I've got a feeling, (thinks she has gotten the fucking fb virus) was thanks to me? idk, sent her a msn text yst, have not heard from her yet. ignoring me or what? -u can blame me on this too, cus Igadget logged me off. so maybe she thgt it was pointless replying back. but if I were in her shoes I would have had clearly return a text back. is she that busy????? fuck man Fuck. I think this is getting more depressing. i don't wna continue anymore. besides, my relations with my family is fucked up too, the brother is much worse. LIFE WILL BE MUCH MORE FUCKING BETTER WITHOUT HIM. so fuck him hon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, this is a shitty post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7905712387991842377?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7905712387991842377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7905712387991842377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7905712387991842377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7905712387991842377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-prefer-to-write-my-emotions-here.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-462060478603894631</id><published>2009-12-16T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:13:25.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw a little girl at the link way to vivo city, she was sliding her feet pretending that she had wheels for shoes, and another arrogant girl in her primarys was wearing the shoes that have skates and glided. what a show off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-462060478603894631?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/462060478603894631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=462060478603894631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/462060478603894631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/462060478603894631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/saw-little-girl-at-link-way-to-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8815357890019668289</id><published>2009-12-16T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:17:00.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to see white chrismas. and it was my dream since I was a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8815357890019668289?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8815357890019668289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8815357890019668289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8815357890019668289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8815357890019668289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-see-white-chrismas.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4293259943953804539</id><published>2009-12-15T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:52:17.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh die just now the blue dot came back!!! fluctuations of mood!!! geezzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, ITS BACK ITS HAUNTING ME!!!!! urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4293259943953804539?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4293259943953804539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4293259943953804539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4293259943953804539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4293259943953804539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2373465134032267407</id><published>2009-12-15T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:44:13.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I drank an energy drink. Five minutes later i fell asleep. I feel I've been deceived. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2373465134032267407?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2373465134032267407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2373465134032267407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2373465134032267407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2373465134032267407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-drank-energy-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8314055468360204954</id><published>2009-12-15T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:42:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anxiety spreads over my mind&lt;br /&gt;1.yknow the 3g connection symbol, I'm afraid of it turning to the blue dot that I've been resolving since day 2&lt;br /&gt;2.fear of mun waking up&lt;br /&gt;3.fear of getting fat-I've a reason to this&lt;br /&gt;4.and also, FEAR OF GOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8314055468360204954?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8314055468360204954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8314055468360204954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8314055468360204954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8314055468360204954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/anxiety-spreads-over-my-mind-1.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3149597502643088397</id><published>2009-12-10T04:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:12:57.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fake spider i had thrown under the computer desk and was to lazy to pick up. Later that day i got a call from my dad and he was freaking out. He said that there was a huge spider and he is trying to kill. i didn't bother to tell him it was fake. i got home two hours later, and he was still attempting to kill it with a broom. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3149597502643088397?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3149597502643088397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3149597502643088397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3149597502643088397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3149597502643088397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-fake-spider-i-had-thrown-under_10.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3831297826417159916</id><published>2009-12-10T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:10:41.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fake spider i had thrown under the computer desk and was to lazy to pick up. Later that day i got a call from my dad and he was freaking out. He said that there was a huge spider and he is trying to kill. i didn't bother to tell him it was fake. i got home two hours later, and he was still attempting to kill it with a broom. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3831297826417159916?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3831297826417159916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3831297826417159916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3831297826417159916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3831297826417159916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-fake-spider-i-had-thrown-under.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2783123013941995984</id><published>2009-12-10T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:07:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, at the mall my 6 year-old son wanted his picture taken with Santa. So when it was his turn instead of sitting on his lap my son pulled out his fake wand and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" Santa clutched his heart and pretended to die. Half the kids started to cry. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2783123013941995984?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2783123013941995984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2783123013941995984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2783123013941995984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2783123013941995984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-at-mall-my-6-year-old-son-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4515477703770874908</id><published>2009-12-10T04:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:05:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was at Disney Land. I was leaning against a fence talking to my mom when I saw the crowd part ways. Confused, I got up and looked into the crowd. A blind man with a stick was whacking people out of his way. People were screaming and running into things. I love blind people. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4515477703770874908?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4515477703770874908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4515477703770874908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4515477703770874908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4515477703770874908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-at-disney-land.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2309969253240160882</id><published>2009-12-10T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:58:34.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in Geography and our usually fun filled guy teacher looked at us seriously and said "I have very important news." The kid next to me goes "Oh My God! Your gay!!!" Our teacher then STRUTS over to him, puts his leg on the kids desk and says "Only for you." Needless to say, that kid fell out of his chair trying to get away. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another HARD One!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2309969253240160882?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2309969253240160882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2309969253240160882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2309969253240160882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2309969253240160882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-in-geography-and-our-usually-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4859474639909170658</id><published>2009-12-10T03:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:58:16.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the summer, I was hanging out with one of my best friends (who is a guy) at Sears. We were looking around and came across the mattresses. As we were looking a sales lady comes over and asks if she can help us with anything. Before I could speak, my friend says "Nah, we're just looking. We kinda broke our old one." The look on the sales lady's face was priceless. I knew I made a good choice in a best friend. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4859474639909170658?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4859474639909170658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4859474639909170658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4859474639909170658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4859474639909170658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-413403866244837414</id><published>2009-12-10T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:52:25.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week I put on facebook how sad I was that the only mail I get is bills. This morning I got a package of cookies from my grandmother and a note that said "Aren't you glad I'm your facebook stalker?" I didn't know my grandmother had facebook. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-413403866244837414?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/413403866244837414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=413403866244837414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/413403866244837414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/413403866244837414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-i-put-on-facebook-how-sad-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8517081695186420525</id><published>2009-12-10T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:51:52.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept in my sisters bed last night because she has been waking up with bad dreams the past few nights. Last night I learned not only that my sister talks in her sleep but that she also has nightmares about me being the favorite daughter. Win? I think so. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8517081695186420525?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8517081695186420525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8517081695186420525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8517081695186420525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8517081695186420525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-slept-in-my-sisters-bed-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1733094873569858860</id><published>2009-12-10T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:50:03.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was working at my job as a grocery store cashier. One of the regulars comes up to my register with cleaning supplies and a cornish hen. He says, "Quick, scan the hen and put it in a bag before my wife comes up. I'm going to put it in the turkey Thursday and tell her we killed a pregnant turkey!" He then took the hen and hid it. I love my job. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1733094873569858860?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1733094873569858860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1733094873569858860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1733094873569858860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1733094873569858860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-i-was-working-at-my-job-as.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1316559089272464580</id><published>2009-12-10T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:44:34.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my friend was telling me how she wished she could keep a journal but her arm gets tired when she tries to write it all out. She then said that she keeps a mental journal and just replays stuff in mind that happened. I almost couldn't bring myself to tell her that those are often called memories. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1316559089272464580?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1316559089272464580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1316559089272464580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1316559089272464580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1316559089272464580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-friend-was-telling-me-how-she.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4910756477925860738</id><published>2009-12-10T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:44:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was in Walmart and noticed that next to all the baby stuff was where the condoms were. As I laughed at the irony, I realized people were giving me strange looks because I was giggling at the wall of condoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4910756477925860738?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4910756477925860738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4910756477925860738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4910756477925860738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4910756477925860738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-in-walmart-and-noticed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-386443392720732740</id><published>2009-12-10T03:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:41:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I figured out how to change the message my phone displays when you turn it off. Now it says "Goodbye, cruel world" right before it dies. I have never been so excited for my phone battery to die before. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-386443392720732740?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/386443392720732740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=386443392720732740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/386443392720732740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/386443392720732740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-figured-out-how-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-622155513388601435</id><published>2009-12-10T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:41:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I drove around the grocery store lot looking for a parking spot, only to realize that another Volvo was following me closely. I parked next to a Volvo and the guy behind me parked next to me. As I got out, the guy said, "Not trying to be creepy, but I wanted my car to have a friend" and walked away. Little did he know that I parked next to the first Volvo because I wanted my Volvo to have some bonding time too. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-622155513388601435?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/622155513388601435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=622155513388601435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/622155513388601435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/622155513388601435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-drove-around-grocery-store-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3874824305965688763</id><published>2009-12-10T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:37:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was looking through some old journals and found an entry that said "Dear Diary, never mind." I'm really curious to know what I was thinking when i wrote that. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3874824305965688763?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3874824305965688763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3874824305965688763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3874824305965688763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3874824305965688763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-looking-through-some-old.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5561551093444691075</id><published>2009-12-10T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:37:01.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was baking a pumpkin pie. When it was done baking, the time on the stove said 3:14. Clearly, it's pie time. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5561551093444691075?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5561551093444691075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5561551093444691075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5561551093444691075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5561551093444691075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-baking-pumpkin-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2238323304668375331</id><published>2009-12-10T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:36:44.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I got a test back from my English teacher. Sometime during the test I wrote "I'm bored." Beside it my teacher wrote, "You think you're bored? Try teaching the same thing for 30 years." MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2238323304668375331?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2238323304668375331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2238323304668375331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2238323304668375331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2238323304668375331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-got-test-back-from-my-english.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-1166261371381578926</id><published>2009-12-10T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:33:07.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Starbucks with my friend. He is always worrying about using his real name, so i suggested we put down something else. The entire Starbucks stood up and clapped when the employee called out "Two Caramel Frappachinos for Optimus Prime!" I never thought these things actually happened... MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it'll never happen in singapore, will it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-1166261371381578926?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/1166261371381578926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=1166261371381578926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1166261371381578926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/1166261371381578926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-went-to-starbucks-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3083392167408273676</id><published>2009-12-10T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:31:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I went to a science revision class. The teacher was talking about the brain and drew it on the board as two circles (one for each side). Then he got on to talking about the spinal cord and drew that on in relation to the brain, using the whole board. Oh, his face when he realised he'd drawn a four-foot penis...MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard, stew, funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3083392167408273676?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3083392167408273676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3083392167408273676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3083392167408273676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3083392167408273676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-went-to-science-revision-class.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-3823917599397628494</id><published>2009-12-10T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:30:42.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, a customer came up to me and started ranting and raving about my abhorrent customer service after he'd tried to get my attention for "10 minutes" (it was more like 30 seconds). He told me that minimum wage was made especially for "stupid, useless scum" like me, who just stood about in the aisle staring at DVDs "like some kind of bovine [expletive]". I decided to be honest with him: "Actually, I don't work here. I'm a customer, too." He turned abruptly and left the store. I continued browsing the DVD section. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-3823917599397628494?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/3823917599397628494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=3823917599397628494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3823917599397628494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/3823917599397628494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-customer-came-up-to-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-133630911377594958</id><published>2009-12-10T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:29:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was driving and saw a sign that said 'Retirement Center'. It was pointing to a cemetary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-133630911377594958?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/133630911377594958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=133630911377594958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/133630911377594958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/133630911377594958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-driving-and-saw-sign-that.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-2845836654541226533</id><published>2009-12-10T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:27:55.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got into a debate with a friend at lunchtime about what you could put in a sandwich. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that nothing bigger than an elephant could fit in a sandwich. I said that you could make a sandwich out of the world if you tried, a theory he rejected. So I went home and got my friend in New Zealand to put a piece of bread face down in her garden while I put one face down in mine (I live in Ireland). World Sandwich Completed. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-2845836654541226533?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/2845836654541226533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=2845836654541226533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2845836654541226533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/2845836654541226533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-into-debate-with-friend-at.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4962599527419956673</id><published>2009-12-10T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:27:24.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four years ago, when i was 18, i noticed that at night my front window is very reflective so i was pretending to dive in slow motion and shoot, dual pistol style. Suddenly a really hot girl walked past and i was startled and fell over. Embarrassed i waited for a bit and then stood up. As i stoop up i saw her slowly shooting an imaginary rifle from behind a car. We then proceeded to do this for 10 minutes until she did an extremely dramatic death. She wasn't getting up so i went outside to meet her. Once i got to where she was, there was nothing but a piece of paper with a mobile number on it. Today, we are getting married. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4962599527419956673?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4962599527419956673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4962599527419956673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4962599527419956673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4962599527419956673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-years-ago-when-i-was-18-i-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8907316723044273647</id><published>2009-12-10T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:40:50.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9TH of december is gone. and today, its 10th of december. i wonder how long the wait will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better be a goody little goody hannah, else i bet, the motherth wont get me my pleasures. yes, dreaming of it gets me the orgasms alr. nono, not the VVVVVVVVVVVV...TOR... but yea, THE PHONE, THE I, THE PHONE! I.P.H.O.N.E!!!! y'know, suck it man, i suck. i suck at this gadgets. i hope i get it b4 i attend any of some events that makes me feel so dead, at least the new stuff will awake me up. so instead of seeing me like this, ._. i'd be like, O.O!!!! you know, all those alarming looks? hehehehhehe!! dream on man =.- i'd prolly still be (*o*) YAWNING MY BALLS OUT!! -you see those brackets, i ssssss, promise, im still having the fat face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight ple(people without the peeeeeeo) so its like perrrrrllllllll, yea, goodnight. i hope my eyes dont stay open for looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong. wishing that tmr is my arrival of the I.FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNYYYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i found a VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH VEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY LONG WHITE HAIR! damn. not exactly me, but the motherth. shit, and i pluck it out? so, ive THREE extra white hair to my collection of brown but showing roots of black hair out soon? THIS EXPLAINS, IM GETTING OLD, WITH THE YEAR ENDING SOON, OH NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8907316723044273647?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8907316723044273647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8907316723044273647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8907316723044273647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8907316723044273647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/9th-of-december-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-336129464482001741</id><published>2009-12-08T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:02:40.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but just keep it playing on, like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!! I WNA GET MY GADGET APPLE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-336129464482001741?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/336129464482001741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=336129464482001741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/336129464482001741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/336129464482001741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-help-but-just-keep-it-playing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-7581440613697618810</id><published>2009-12-08T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:58:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wished my brother will be kinder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-7581440613697618810?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/7581440613697618810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=7581440613697618810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7581440613697618810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/7581440613697618810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wished-my-brother-will-be-kinder.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8498201744983135771</id><published>2009-12-07T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:43:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i a homo? i bet so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8498201744983135771?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8498201744983135771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8498201744983135771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8498201744983135771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8498201744983135771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-homo-i-bet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-197369151525438895</id><published>2009-12-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:02:12.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling heavy, down way heavy. my friend has lady luck, and i dont. God, i need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-197369151525438895?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/197369151525438895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=197369151525438895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/197369151525438895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/197369151525438895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-heavy-down-way-heavy_07.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5359107157908181193</id><published>2009-12-07T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:35:55.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling heavy, down way heavy. my friend has lady luck, and i dont. God, i need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5359107157908181193?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5359107157908181193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5359107157908181193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5359107157908181193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5359107157908181193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-heavy-down-way-heavy.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4371310271554346775</id><published>2009-12-07T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:19:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f.t.w&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4371310271554346775?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4371310271554346775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4371310271554346775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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friend whose energy never dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-9070601703001839095?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/9070601703001839095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=9070601703001839095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/9070601703001839095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/9070601703001839095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-weird-but-yea-i-dont-wna-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4695559839013287676</id><published>2009-12-07T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:14:22.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howmanyofme.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting www to psycho my boring hols to fun ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4695559839013287676?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-8168653100788073505</id><published>2009-12-07T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:04:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was in Chemistry class when my techer announced the new project we were going to be working on called The Elemental Dating Game, where everyone pretended to be a different element. The girl with the biggest boobs in class got assigned to Silicone. No one could understand why I was laughing so hard. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-8168653100788073505?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/8168653100788073505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=8168653100788073505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8168653100788073505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/8168653100788073505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-was-in-chemistry-class-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-5888527673752594486</id><published>2009-12-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:00:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my mom tried to freak me out in the store by grabbing a box of extra large condoms of the shelf and loudly asking if I needed them for the weekend. In a louder voice I responded with, "I don't know Mom, I don't think this is enough, better get two boxes" she put them down and walked away. Win. MLIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-5888527673752594486?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/5888527673752594486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=5888527673752594486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5888527673752594486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/5888527673752594486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-mom-tried-to-freak-me-out-in.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-6730771107239904383</id><published>2009-12-06T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:53:33.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my 8th grade students were making posters about drug abuse and awareness for a local contest. One student made a poster starring Pac-Man, popping little white pills. The caption said, "If you abuse drugs, you'll see multicolored ghosts." MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-6730771107239904383?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/6730771107239904383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=6730771107239904383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6730771107239904383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/6730771107239904383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-my-8th-grade-students-were-making.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301950030508819097.post-4203662135949616576</id><published>2009-12-05T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:24:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard someone at the door. Come to find out it's the police. Apparently my 14 year old brother called the cops on my parents because he thought my mom was being attacked. They were just having sex. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1301950030508819097-4203662135949616576?l=teasefort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/feeds/4203662135949616576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301950030508819097&amp;postID=4203662135949616576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4203662135949616576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301950030508819097/posts/default/4203662135949616576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teasefort.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-woke-up-in-middle-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>H▲NN▲H</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8h3TlArirNA/TQxB6m2V3ZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/gLlA0uMt7fI/S220/148684_469892872977_687627977_5640594_3060946_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
