<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:12:07.180+08:00</updated><category term='chinese o'/><title type='text'>Tease</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1860503524713382769</id><published>2007-09-11T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:55:47.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ask me for new blog link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox &lt;br /&gt;V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1860503524713382769?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1860503524713382769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1860503524713382769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1860503524713382769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1860503524713382769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1860503524713382769' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2183925718280503291</id><published>2007-09-07T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:20:40.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RuD7kgXC7oI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iYuKc0rWjjU/s1600-h/DSC09211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RuD7kgXC7oI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iYuKc0rWjjU/s320/DSC09211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107358582018600578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddooeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT I WANTED TO MOVE AND SHITZELS BUT THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;L might be coming to swim larer&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;later*&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;wanna join us&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;IS SHE GOING TO BE IN A SWIMMING COSTUME&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;Then what do u guys wear to swim&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;T-T&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES LUH!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;MY siNGLET OR wHATEVER &lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;no i always do that. they think its my diver suit&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;OKOK&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW YET. ITS A MAY-BE. i told her if she wants , she can call me ltr&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pulchritudinous says:&lt;br /&gt;i said ard 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;so funny&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;swimming with 2 butches&lt;br /&gt;Voraciously Vicky is a hunchingpang says:&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2183925718280503291?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2183925718280503291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2183925718280503291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2183925718280503291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2183925718280503291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2183925718280503291' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RuD7kgXC7oI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iYuKc0rWjjU/s72-c/DSC09211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-6499727794333190526</id><published>2007-09-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:14:06.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVING ASK FOR NEW BLOG LINK.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL ERM.&lt;br /&gt;COME UP WITH ONE SOONZ.&lt;br /&gt;OR I'LL JUST RENAME THIS LINK SO THIS BLOG WILL BE 'CLOSED" DOWN IN A WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to wake up at 740am today to meet Tanya at burgerking for a study session at around 830.&lt;br /&gt;except i woke up at 830.&lt;br /&gt;It's very unlike me, I always am punctual, okay maybe 5 or 10 minutes late, bt oversleeping is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;And if I do "oversleep" for school, it's usually half on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;ok or maybe all on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i rushed down to town with T (i bumped into her on the way. we've this weird telepathic thing.)&lt;br /&gt;Met Tanya at coffeebean.&lt;br /&gt;Sat around, headed to lido.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with chemistry then SS and no math.&lt;br /&gt;So it was more of socialising, smoking with T and L who later joined than studying.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bad for health, i had a splitting headache by 7 and had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Izzy and Zool, talked for a while. It was nice and I do like meeting new people, because it'ssomething new and fresh, someone different perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Tanya, can't say that I didn't have a good time cause I did, just wasn't very very productive.&lt;br /&gt;But it probably wouldn't be better at home, I'd probably distract myself with the tv, which'll leave me with a bad headache too.&lt;br /&gt;I think the headache was caused by MACDONALDS. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and started on Venice only to realise that my textbooks and notes smell of Mac fried oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast and I managed to see someone whom I absolutely adore today.&lt;br /&gt;big A plus for me!&lt;br /&gt;I love ittt.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to type a post on my theory behind why epople are never satisfied with themselves, their looks, results whadever (steven lim, wadever, wadever, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;But there's no time.&lt;br /&gt;I've to call Twat and SLEEP and be all fresh and shit for tomorrow's chemistry lesson at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake my noodles in a vaggy my toodles.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I've realised that God's been really good to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;;) HEE HEE HEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-6499727794333190526?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/6499727794333190526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=6499727794333190526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6499727794333190526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6499727794333190526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#6499727794333190526' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1477759591877536172</id><published>2007-09-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:03:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGQXC7lI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xPhX7f-d9wY/s1600-h/cheezsimpson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGQXC7lI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xPhX7f-d9wY/s320/cheezsimpson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106750032397397586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGgXC7mI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MpXCc_8h3Pw/s1600-h/cheezsimpson1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGgXC7mI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MpXCc_8h3Pw/s320/cheezsimpson1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106750036692364898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simpsonized Twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGwXC7nI/AAAAAAAAAxI/F19cFmZXN18/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGwXC7nI/AAAAAAAAAxI/F19cFmZXN18/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106750040987332210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o oh facebook is weirdddd.&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry if i offend anyone but i think that this is funny, anyway if you have to know, i skipped the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrrryyy I'm bored out of my wits, i want to study but i want to do that in my moms room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep at my mom's tonight for my bedroom gets me so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to liat tower's starbucks tomorrow to study with Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;That means I've to wake up at 8, pack up my math shit (i've not touched math for the whole week and my math is lke freaking freaking bad. my math tends to score lower than my chinese. which is weird considering that I've gotten A1s last year. I'm just, uh lazy i guess.) chemistry shit, ss but not bio.&lt;br /&gt;My bio file is so FREAKING fat that I can't even close it, let alone turn the pages without ripping them&lt;br /&gt;So I've taken out my prac notes, except it didn't make much diff.&lt;br /&gt;99% of the notes are from Ms Sem, my favourite teacher of all time.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that she's been having a hard time with the lower sec.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste really.&lt;br /&gt;She gave up 2 of her sec 3' 06 bio classes just to teach lower sec if im not wrong the normal tech and they don't even appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pregnancy really suits her and I must stop talking now, i sound weird.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to uh, read lit, do biology and disturb my mother for the umpteenth time ( did i spell that word right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I've blogged today, shoot me someone, boredem, study, gives, me, the &lt;strong&gt;creeps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but the school's latest addition; gym instructor, gives me more creeps. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ok bad joke, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1477759591877536172?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1477759591877536172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1477759591877536172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1477759591877536172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1477759591877536172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1477759591877536172' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt7SGQXC7lI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xPhX7f-d9wY/s72-c/cheezsimpson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2254775546966927351</id><published>2007-09-05T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:42:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My room is so fcking messy, i think the word fcking really emphasizes on how messy it really is. It looks like a store room and my sister just moved in 3 huge boxes of books, clothes, electronics and cool junk. And there's this enormous black leather computer chair which is sitting in front of my mirror now, I'm not going to give it back to her, it's so comfortable and my current white lousy ass ikea chair has this huge crack at the side (due to my brothers weight.. and uh..back stretches) sooo I'm going to keep the big black chair.&lt;br /&gt;it's soft and oh so shiok!&lt;br /&gt;I like.&lt;br /&gt;I must live with this, i must live with this, i will live with this. Back to chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have slept at 3am. waking up at 1045 with a backache was not exactly the best side of the bed to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;So I've only completed on chapter of biology and it's already 3:42pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyeee for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2254775546966927351?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2254775546966927351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2254775546966927351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2254775546966927351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2254775546966927351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2254775546966927351' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-6637718494880802992</id><published>2007-09-05T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T02:44:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt2lqQXC7kI/AAAAAAAAAww/4GdQrNDw-tE/s1600-h/johngap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt2lqQXC7kI/AAAAAAAAAww/4GdQrNDw-tE/s320/johngap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106419697872727618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've accomplished so much today. I'm proud of myself and extra proud that I'm so disciplined. I completed 4 chapters of chemistry, 4 chapters of biology, 1/2 a chapter of math and 1/4 chapter of Venice.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than nothing and I managed to squeeze in time for some sketching.&lt;br /&gt;Still quite clueless as to what I want to draw.&lt;br /&gt;I want something personal but I'm afraid that it might come across boring.&lt;br /&gt;And personally, if I'd draw something personal,it'd be simple, nothing with too much detail or shading. just pretty looking things and pretty looking people whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm on top of the mountain, the highest peak of the world! I'm invincible and clearly quite delirious. &lt;br /&gt;Twat came over for a few hours. To experience love first hand after a week++.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch T at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;We did little talking, mainly stoning, at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;I came home after. Feeling a bit depressed, maybe it's the fag, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I started with my work and disturbed Tanya with mindless smses.&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to her so much lately, she's wonderful, she takes in all my mindless rants and pretends to be at the edge of her seat so attentive! I like. Hahaha. Okay maybe she's really interested but I doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to leave high school.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss it but still, what good is there to dwell in the past? the certain? the constant?&lt;br /&gt;We should all look forward to the future, the uncertainty. I get an adrenaline rush just thinking about life after prison, after this.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'll take back my words when I receive 20 points for my Os.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's bad, but it's just not exactly ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims, prelims, prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, stonned, I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts, give me a massage.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to clean up my fcking room which looks like it had been hit by a hurricane and a typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;My books, files, notes are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's so bloody messy and most of it is my science notes.&lt;br /&gt;What's lyn doing when I need her the most &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, it's 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM lookin goodddd (drool)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-6637718494880802992?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/6637718494880802992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=6637718494880802992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6637718494880802992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6637718494880802992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#6637718494880802992' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rt2lqQXC7kI/AAAAAAAAAww/4GdQrNDw-tE/s72-c/johngap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1223756098233041015</id><published>2007-09-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:20:13.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something extremely funny happened last night during dinner with mom and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M(mom)&lt;br /&gt;B(Bro)&lt;br /&gt;T(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Lynn! Is there any more lo bak to eat? how come no more meat?&lt;br /&gt;Lyn: no more, mom. Justin ate all. sir nvr cook anymore.&lt;br /&gt;M: oh :(... You know ah, i wanted daddy to buy pork ribs for that soup (another dish) but he said that pork ribs are not worth the money cause there's very little meat. So he bought the te-kah instead.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: T-T yeah the soup is so smelly for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;T: Like something died in it. it smells of sour socks or armpit.&lt;br /&gt;M: yah i think it's because he didn't buy the pork ribs but instead put the te-kah in.&lt;br /&gt;You know ah! Daddy told me the other day that the pigs legs are not all called te-kah. the front ones are called te-chio (i can't really rmb the name but anyway...) *so my mom proceeds on by waving her hands in circles while her arms were safely secured beside her body,she looked like steven lim saying that xiaxue's a midget.*&lt;br /&gt;Bro: T-T&lt;br /&gt;T: T-T why are you telling us this&lt;br /&gt;M: te chio te chio te chio. see got difference.*carries on waving her hands&lt;br /&gt;T: T-T i mean, why do you even need to know such information, its not like you're ever gonna use it in life.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: wtf  -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, it was much funnier then than now. But anyway, lyn was laughing away even though she does not understand hokkien and was cleaning the stuff up in the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1223756098233041015?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1223756098233041015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1223756098233041015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1223756098233041015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1223756098233041015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1223756098233041015' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5638996022454805121</id><published>2007-09-02T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:57:12.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've spent so much time on the computer that I've gotten brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts and my to-do list is not completely done, I'm still left with 2 chapts of chemistry, 1 chapt of math and act 1 of Lit.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, to console myself, excuses excuses tsk tsk, at least I've finished 2 chapts of bio, 2 chapts of chemistry, 2 chapts of math and know what I want to draw for my art prelim.&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour thinking/brainstorming, finally came up with a design, not very strong design but hopefully smething will come to me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to switch on my air conditioning unit, clean up my bed, dust it, fluff my pillow up, brush my teeth, remove of plastic contact lenses, dust my bed even more (You've no idea how clean my bed is. I change my sheets every week or every 5 days. I change my clothes before I sleep even though I'd be wearing a big shirt again, so that the food which might've been on my shirt will not be transferred to the bed, and I dust it so many times before I sleep.), read SOB or I'll call Cheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, go join facebook.com, it's freaking cool, HAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I want to score 6 points for my Os, I can do it!!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've finally felt the need to want art, I missed it, just like a friend, I miss art, a lot. I've not really done any proper pieces or actually sat down to draw what I want to draw for the past few weeks, it feels reallt weird but quite releiving because I really needed the break off it, in a way.. The O level art thing really kinda drove me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, I'm going to see my sister tomorrow, I can't wait. No going to Lido tomorrow for me, sadly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5638996022454805121?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5638996022454805121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5638996022454805121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5638996022454805121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5638996022454805121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5638996022454805121' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1975422555633740217</id><published>2007-09-01T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:17:46.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tanya Tanya Tanyayayayoubanana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjWKgXC7hI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Wk-N1xc5bc4/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjWKgXC7hI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Wk-N1xc5bc4/s320/PICT0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105065653598088722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I gave to D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't be bothered to change my address, the whole blog skin and re doing it (for some reason my current one has some errors so I can't save it to the new blog) just takes up too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had the school's teachers day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;And after singing the I love you song to Ms Donut, she almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;She really can be quite lovable at times.&lt;br /&gt;Ate quite a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to see T, Su, L etc after a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the primary school with Ann and D(D who's not even from my primary school wanted to go up to some random teacher and say "omg omgomogm do you remember me")&lt;br /&gt;I got to say hi to Ms Thio, who's now known as Mrs Tan.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, the last time I actually spoke to her, she was a newly wed and was skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's not fat, but she gained weight and she recently gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Mark.&lt;br /&gt;She's still cool I guess, it's hard to say, I found it a bit awkward talking to her at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thing has changed, especially when a teacher is now a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town at around 3 plus to meet E and Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;Caught Rattatouile.&lt;br /&gt;Great movie, fantastic art, good plot, funny funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed for the movie, we sat around Lido wondering if the acs i kid was a girl or boy.&lt;br /&gt;I swore that it was a girl even though she was wearing the male school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tanya got all excited and ghey (HAHAHAHA.) to make sure that it was a girl, E and I walked passed her twice.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being extremely boliao.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too paiseh to state what we actually saw/heard that made us extra sure that ti was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, E headed home while Tanya and I went for dinner at Taka.&lt;br /&gt;She had udon and I made her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that happened was totally.. weird and hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;One of those crazy things people do when they're bored and stupid I guess, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT TANYA _|_|_|_|_|_&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Starbucks after spazzing quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Talked until I received a sorethroat, not sure about her.&lt;br /&gt;Had a vanilla Latte.&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I don't really talk about the things I talk to her with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really thinking now, so don't mind my post being all chunky and weird and inconsistent.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to topshop after, went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjZpwXC7iI/AAAAAAAAAwg/U07mPLt9ADA/s1600-h/DSC09157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjZpwXC7iI/AAAAAAAAAwg/U07mPLt9ADA/s320/DSC09157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105069489003884066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjZqAXC7jI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HPSwRtKPr1A/s1600-h/DSC09138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjZqAXC7jI/AAAAAAAAAwo/HPSwRtKPr1A/s320/DSC09138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105069493298851378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)Jellyfishie makes me happy, swoonzzz!! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1975422555633740217?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1975422555633740217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1975422555633740217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1975422555633740217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1975422555633740217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1975422555633740217' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtjWKgXC7hI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Wk-N1xc5bc4/s72-c/PICT0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1411547338193982289</id><published>2007-08-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:27:08.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4QXC7eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/R7FpRkC8Fxg/s1600-h/JohannesBugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4QXC7eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/R7FpRkC8Fxg/s320/JohannesBugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104497992065543650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister thinks that he looks like Jack Black when he was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4QXC7fI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qLbwyp7XwtM/s1600-h/BrotherlyLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4QXC7fI/AAAAAAAAAwI/qLbwyp7XwtM/s320/BrotherlyLove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104497992065543666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4gXC7gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V2KYiqjnqeg/s1600-h/southbank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4gXC7gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V2KYiqjnqeg/s320/southbank2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104497996360510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they adorable!&lt;br /&gt;My adorable half german and m'sian cousins who are staying in australia now, talk about weird.&lt;br /&gt;Andreas(older) Johannas(younger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was trying to study math just now, except I kinda gave up half way cause I couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Imma read some Macbeth before I head to bed, gonna catch prison break soon.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's teachers day and I'm probably going to catch Ratatouille with Tanya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We must go to lido to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my dad just got this free gift from the plane and it's fcking funny so I'm going to give it to D tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I had a lot of time to think while waiting for my bus after school today.&lt;br /&gt;And the little chit chat I had with E about our past, sec 1 and sec 2 and how we wasted our time really fascinated me, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that the older you get, the less time you waste. &lt;br /&gt;I think it's true.. maybe it's because I'm more aware of my results, or the tests, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird how people change, how we all change and slowly but quite surely, we all conform to society without even realising.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's only logical to not waste time, so this is called.. Maturing, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;I guess once you've partied enough, wasted time enough, you get more serious..?&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are in 2 weeks time, I'm quite nervous.. but yet very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be painful, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;I know that for me to get an A in any subject besides Art, I've to study till it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1411547338193982289?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1411547338193982289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1411547338193982289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1411547338193982289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1411547338193982289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1411547338193982289' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RtbR4QXC7eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/R7FpRkC8Fxg/s72-c/JohannesBugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4076417511548405340</id><published>2007-08-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:00:36.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KiAvmzcZbg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KiAvmzcZbg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a totally different non religious topic, I had my english prelims today. It went well maybe even better than my normal tests. &lt;br /&gt;I received my Social Studies test today and was really excited that I received an A1, finally, my first A1 in SS for this year. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad found my blog, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;So I may be moving once more.&lt;br /&gt;I've already got a name in mind, but I really prefer toritease to the other.&lt;br /&gt;But things have to be done, I must not resist change especially good change, like this :)&lt;br /&gt;I was painting just now and just remembered about what my dad said about my art piece.&lt;br /&gt;He said that it was ugly and ugly and ugly. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing, my brother ripped out his graphic card and now his computer can't work.&lt;br /&gt;This is funny, when my brother used my mom's laptop, it kinda spoilt; took like an hour to freaking START UP and just the other day he received a new CPU from my sister, on that night while fixing it up he tried to overclock it except his computer spoilt, so this morning he wwent to use and dismental my dad's computer and now it's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now, there's nothing smart or funny to say, so I congratulate you if you have read this whole boring long mundane blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and I spent my evening and night with Twat today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary, Bellz is turning into a girl, so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4076417511548405340?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4076417511548405340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4076417511548405340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4076417511548405340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4076417511548405340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4076417511548405340' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3811574871107302171</id><published>2007-08-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:12:11.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, the only day I went to different sexed up blogs, or rather just viewed them by accident; virgin porn star miss izzy etc.&lt;br /&gt;My dad had to check my history T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3811574871107302171?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3811574871107302171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3811574871107302171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3811574871107302171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3811574871107302171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3811574871107302171' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5923278783757537275</id><published>2007-08-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:10:18.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to be bold and wear that white dress out today even though my underwear could clearly be seen. It was black after all.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't instead I tried to be safe and wore a tiny shirt and a pair of shorts with a beautiful autumn coloured scarf (purple and brown).&lt;br /&gt;I met Tanya for a burger, then people watched and talked at starbucks over a bananachoclate muffin and some drink which she bought.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's dad sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to do 2 english comprehensions and (hopefully) finish studying my biology or chemistry practicals.&lt;br /&gt;Or Maybe I'll choose to paint in the end, it's weird you know, sometimes I get so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different topic.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised how to be desirable. &lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, one has to&lt;br /&gt;be really hard working and smart, or at least smart.&lt;br /&gt;Be creative&lt;br /&gt;possess a rather sweet loving attitude which'll make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;Or be funny but yet maintain this distance, this mysterious thing that not everyone would understand&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemanly either that or possess an attitude of wrecklessness&lt;br /&gt;be extremely determined in getting his/her beliefs across, ALMOST.. selfish and very forceful.&lt;br /&gt;either a hardcore party go-er or really quiet (mysterious..?)&lt;br /&gt;Of course having good looks, smelling nice, having straight teeth, being rich and skinny helps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be undesirable:&lt;br /&gt;Be smelly&lt;br /&gt;Ugly&lt;br /&gt;No sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;Stupid&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;Fat&lt;br /&gt;A lion dancer&lt;br /&gt;alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that if you're smelly or fat, that makes you undesirable, I'm just saying that if you put all that together, then, you probably are undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;To me that is but maybe not to your wife who helps drive your lion dancer friends around, ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I don't likelion dancers though they may be really friends. Just hate the noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5923278783757537275?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5923278783757537275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5923278783757537275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5923278783757537275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5923278783757537275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5923278783757537275' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2710561383812142001</id><published>2007-08-22T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T11:12:08.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsumswXC7aI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rQ1G6o0jpUA/s1600-h/Flatscreen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsumswXC7aI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rQ1G6o0jpUA/s320/Flatscreen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101354290753236386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat screen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsupSQXC7cI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yN1IAEbLKDs/s1600-h/221782141_c40569a293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsupSQXC7cI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yN1IAEbLKDs/s320/221782141_c40569a293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101357134021586370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsupSgXC7dI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z89JJU7WuUo/s1600-h/SAU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsupSgXC7dI/AAAAAAAAAv4/z89JJU7WuUo/s320/SAU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101357138316553682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want one of these. :) So extremely cute, plus Ann told me that they're really lazy cause they don't like to walk a lot (short legs; tiring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsuiRwXC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Disn9dWgUCg/s1600-h/PICT0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsuiRwXC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Disn9dWgUCg/s320/PICT0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101349428850257298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please welcome jue dui superstar, zhi yi!! -inserts applause&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2710561383812142001?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2710561383812142001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2710561383812142001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2710561383812142001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2710561383812142001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2710561383812142001' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsumswXC7aI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rQ1G6o0jpUA/s72-c/Flatscreen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3713719780528505462</id><published>2007-08-20T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:59:44.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to blog about because I've been spending all my time in my own little hermit shell, called my home.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random things that happened for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lesbian couple at church, holding hands and doing all them homomomo things; not to the extent of kissing thank god.&lt;br /&gt;My sister gave me her rather new (bought this year) flat screen monitor, which is so extremely huge, it's giving me a neck ache.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I was super happy, cause I think it'd make watching stuff and maybe even photoshoping easier.&lt;br /&gt;My youtube box is not twice the size.&lt;br /&gt;The screen's like taking up 3/4 of my "computer" table.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Mark's show (my sisters guy) is now on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Catch MTV the games, hilarious dumbass reality show.&lt;br /&gt;He did the voice over and the script.&lt;br /&gt;The script is the most offensive and funniest script I've ever read in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my sister is moving to Jurong sometime soon;closer to school, can be geekier than she already is. I think it's easy for her to move, except that she has 4 boxes of books.&lt;br /&gt;So that's probably the only thing that she'd need help in carrying (this just shows how geeky she is; i find it kinda cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of my CA3 common test, not including tomorrow's agriculture test and Art marking day.&lt;br /&gt;Errrr...&lt;br /&gt;What elsee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I want to buy this long white top, kinda used as a dress, quite cute, from indiesin.livejournal.com (okay I can't remember the address).&lt;br /&gt;But is it worth 34 bucks? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My back's hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so messy I might just delete it in the end o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3713719780528505462?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3713719780528505462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3713719780528505462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3713719780528505462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3713719780528505462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3713719780528505462' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1725378911012688824</id><published>2007-08-17T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:17:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what! I'm gonna re take my chinese O levels and CLB too.&lt;br /&gt;How awesomerzs is that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I do get a c6/d7 for my normal chinese I won't have to do the CLB.&lt;br /&gt;But you see, this way! I can fall back on my CLB.&lt;br /&gt;So yay, this is great.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ding is godsent (Hhahaha Okay I might take that back on monday)&lt;br /&gt;The Math paper was relatively easy, I could kinda figure out how to do.&lt;br /&gt;Except I didn't know wtf a cuboid is.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.........&lt;br /&gt;Im off to study chemistry and biology or maybe I'll paint.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty painting the clouds so if you've any tips on how to paint nice looking clouds, please share.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to look for some PS cloud tuitorials on deviantart to help me, even though its on PS I'm sure I can figure my way around using normal acrylic paints instead.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;And the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why E is all excited for the Os.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in quite a good mood today as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Though..&lt;br /&gt;Twat's really busy and I'm feeling rather constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I dreamt that I kissed Daniel Radcliff and Saegor was trying to pick up her earthworms which she spilt on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamt that Saegor and I enrolled in ANTM and got to talk and meet up with Tyra Banks.&lt;br /&gt;Weird as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Ann and D were at my place just now, stonning and really just stonning.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh have you realised that most of the bands consists of all guys or guys and girl and very few all female bands"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah (then D proceeds on giving a whole long explination as to why).. So anw, who'd you think will be the next band? Male or female?"&lt;br /&gt;(we were watching MTV)&lt;br /&gt;Tori: Female&lt;br /&gt;D: Me too&lt;br /&gt;Ann: Male&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it was a male band, the fray.&lt;br /&gt;Tori: Ok i think the next is female&lt;br /&gt;D: me too&lt;br /&gt;Ann: Male&lt;br /&gt;Next band male again&lt;br /&gt;Tori: okok i thinkt he next is male&lt;br /&gt;D: yah me too&lt;br /&gt;Ann: Female&lt;br /&gt;Next band female, or rather there was a female lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;"WAH LAO YOU'RE PSYCHIC OR SOMETHING?!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha AND FUCKING ANN'S TOE NAILS WERE FUCKING MAROON COLOUR AND BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;SO GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;Had a good laugh at her toes.&lt;br /&gt;The things that girly girlfriends do.&lt;br /&gt;I painted Twat's toe nails with my acryilic paints once.&lt;br /&gt;It took her like 2 weeks before it got off.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was a reddist brown shade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1725378911012688824?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1725378911012688824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1725378911012688824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1725378911012688824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1725378911012688824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1725378911012688824' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2946762483820001902</id><published>2007-08-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:23:49.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't really like my previous post and I think I came off a little too aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've alreay signed up for the CLB paper.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Diane today, another CLB student, she said "don't worry if you get e8 you'll ace clb".&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no I'm not gonna be cocky and not study for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished studying for tomorrow's social studies test, besides the techniques.&lt;br /&gt;Time to memorise some Macbeth, read through, refresh my bloody memory.&lt;br /&gt;My gawddd. You know I freaking forgot who Malcolm was just 2 weeks ago!!&lt;br /&gt;Really bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think LiVE lessons have been pretty inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;Half the stuff that was taught I learnt at this brain-wash camp I enrolled myself in.&lt;br /&gt;My mom forced me to go due to my horrible PSLE grade, it costed like 2000 bucks for 5 nights?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't learn anything cause I did not want to.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate things being forced down my throat you know and the whole Brain washing thing really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;So I fought it and once I got back home (I only received like 4 hours of sleep every night, though I had the prettiest room mate to stare at but it wasn't very pleasant) from the 4 star hotel (yeah that's why it costs that much, buffet every meal, that kinda shit lah.) I told E and a bunch of my other friends to de-brain wash me.&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha hilarious thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe it's Candice the trainer's belief that everyone of us would put what she taught in good use or maybe it's just me realising something I've never realised before, because everytime I step out of that classroom, I feel so much more alive.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how my attitude towards her really changed.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hate her but neither did I like her.&lt;br /&gt;I was more of "Ok you're just doing your job and I don't really care about what you're saying".&lt;br /&gt;Must say, Adam Khoo is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;I'd set up my own motivational talk thing if I actually had the interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;He's a millionaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going off.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Tanya's ass is really soft like a fluffy white cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps:&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is on my wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;I really love this picture of her, Kate Moennig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsLwL3x9WpI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tx7ChYoUKzM/s1600-h/kate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsLwL3x9WpI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tx7ChYoUKzM/s320/kate.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098901814879541906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2946762483820001902?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2946762483820001902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2946762483820001902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2946762483820001902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2946762483820001902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2946762483820001902' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RsLwL3x9WpI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tx7ChYoUKzM/s72-c/kate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7446543278319766540</id><published>2007-08-13T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:02:38.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese o'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received my Chinese O level results today.&lt;br /&gt;I failed.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty big bruise to my fat arsed ego, since I was one of the four failures outta the whole level (230 pupils).&lt;br /&gt;I was incredibly upset, it was pretty humiliating since all my friends did get a b3 or at least a pass.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt incredibly bad for bursting all the balloons in the so called, happy time.&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty happy that they received such grades.&lt;br /&gt;I was the party pooper and it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I headed to art after that.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that my other friend who takes art also failed, but at least with a rathe decent d7.&lt;br /&gt;(You see, all I wanted was a d7, so that I could get into a good JC and not give a shit about chinese right after may).&lt;br /&gt;This failure really got me thinking, about life, about my friends family lover, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And it brought up so many insecuirities.&lt;br /&gt;the what ifs, what if I dont get A for my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friends did cheer me up quite a bit or at least put this whole failure thing at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Twat about what happened but she was too busy with her own problems and a game.:)&lt;br /&gt;So what can I ask from her.&lt;br /&gt;I found no peace there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes I just demand too much from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and T changed my mood though.&lt;br /&gt;"yea you can take clb. chinese sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I really do feel like people make use of me. Just for the things I have. Free load off me, take my shit, use my stuff without my permission.&lt;br /&gt;And take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how I'm feeling right now, which is quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm really upset about the failure or with Twat or with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for pity at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic, I'm trying to type something out but I can't stop hitting the "backspace" key.&lt;br /&gt;words don't comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha yeah I guess it's quite funny that my chinese is actually that bad. but anyway..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7446543278319766540?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7446543278319766540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7446543278319766540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7446543278319766540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7446543278319766540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7446543278319766540' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2813179409052148138</id><published>2007-08-12T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:58:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOhwoa49QfU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOhwoa49QfU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I think Avril Lavigne is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway girlfriend in JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;it's surprisingly better than the english version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6SFf9JBz_k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j6SFf9JBz_k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGINIE TECH MASSACRE. CHO SEUNG-HUI's video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ann you should not bully, because it might lead the victim to madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2813179409052148138?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2813179409052148138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2813179409052148138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2813179409052148138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2813179409052148138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2813179409052148138' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3920824275330670952</id><published>2007-08-11T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:28:38.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Johnmayer's blog:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Chad. &lt;br /&gt;You are my sound engineer&lt;br /&gt;and together we share a house. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me warm on those cold nights&lt;br /&gt;by making sure the thermostat is functioning properly. &lt;br /&gt;And if it's not, then we lovingly embrace&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it will be cold&lt;br /&gt;and pile on extra blankets&lt;br /&gt;in our respective beds&lt;br /&gt;that are located next to one another&lt;br /&gt;at our local Serta mattress dealer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to feel your caring touch&lt;br /&gt;on the production of the next CD&lt;br /&gt;And look forward to showering again with you soon. &lt;br /&gt;Your sister looks lovely with that pregnant glow, and I hope the gift will go to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I found this quite funny, you gotta check it out, the cake looks damn cool. LOL. Yeah its his sound engineer's birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday and today studying half heartedly and watching ANTM cycle 8.&lt;br /&gt;I've picked my favourites out of all the thirteen girls, that's Natasha (I love Russian people and she's unbelievably charming), Jael and Renee; she is definitely the "bitch" of the house, without her ANTM cycle 8 would've been as boring as ANTM cycle 7.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Cycle 7 (winnier Carrie dee) was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there was Mel Rose but still, was pretty flat and rather blend.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I studied geography, read a story book, watched ANTM.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had math tuition, studied geography, read through SS, watched ANTM and went absolutely ga-ga over Kim Stolz from Cycle 5.&lt;br /&gt;So I googled her, her biography, her photos, everything and chanced upon this photo.&lt;br /&gt;This is the hair cut which I really want to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rr3O0nx9WoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YdkthJDGMwI/s1600-h/bio_stolz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rr3O0nx9WoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YdkthJDGMwI/s320/bio_stolz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097457756680313474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But due to my fickled minded habit (which I get at times, especially during weekends when I kinda want to go out but yet I don't because there's nothing to do.) I ended up not going out and not cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Though Tanya offered to go out with me and give her church a miss, I still had to think through.&lt;br /&gt;Calculated the time I take to get there and back.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all we could do during the 3 hours from maybe 7pm-10pm is to check girls out at Liat towers starbucks, or we could people watch any other place.&lt;br /&gt;The last few times I went to that starbucks, I managed to dip my hand in the cookie jar and at least admire some tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I decided not to go out, even though I was super hungry and wanted to dine at Gardens (another great place to people watch and like.)&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I ordered Macs in, gave my tummy a rather obese treat; Macspicy burger meal and coke (something which I quite hate).&lt;br /&gt;Tanya still  asked me to ring her if I ever changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, anyway I'm sure she had fun with the kids; Jiaying, Nats and maybe even Brad Pitt himself.&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed home, watched more ANTM, watched fucking history channel (channel 8 for scv subscribers) about the Russian Revolution and some guy who got shot, beaten, poisoned but still lived and only died by drowning (I forgot his name) and made fun of my mom and hamster every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of waiting till Monday to get my hair cut, I just couldn't resist and chopped the whole thing off, with a very very blunt pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;All my scissors were used during the Library CIP thing, I left them in someone's bag except I can't remember if it was Z or Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are no scissors in my house, besides the kitchen scissors and a really old crappy blunt one (thats why I didnt even bring it to the library in the first place, it sucked.. .___.)&lt;br /&gt;So I chopped it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few comments on the new do :&lt;br /&gt;Kheng Mwee also known as Mom at times "Go to a proper hair dresser. look so funny. like bowl."&lt;br /&gt;Brother "Orhney, you cut your hair. Hurhurhurhurhuhrurhurhurhuhr, your fringe is not even straight lah!! WHAT THE F-*#(@!*#(@*"&lt;br /&gt;My Vampire Rabbit " I am a vampire rabbit, hoperdy hop, hoperdy hop, fly yer ry fly. I am a vampire rabbit, lalalalala."&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah I made a song out of him, he's quite cute really. he's small, her has 2 pointy teeth, relatively small eyes, dark purple wings, white purple fur and a rather box looking head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to read Tuesdays with Morrie.&lt;br /&gt;I Must must must quit the bad habit of reading books half way.&lt;br /&gt;T-T it's so annoying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3920824275330670952?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3920824275330670952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3920824275330670952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3920824275330670952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3920824275330670952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3920824275330670952' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rr3O0nx9WoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YdkthJDGMwI/s72-c/bio_stolz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4108016656935586606</id><published>2007-08-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:54:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanya is sitting on my left right now.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she think she gets possessed when she sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Cause once she sleeps, she can never get up, even though she had set 5 alarms a maid and a little sister to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;editted&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I just came back from a movie, its now 9:17pm)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tanya and I watched Rush Hour 3 with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;(btw Sarah Shahi from The L word acted in it. I won't be surprised if she turned down season 4 of the L word for Rush Hour 3, she appeared for maybe the first 10 minutes?)&lt;br /&gt;So here's something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34gdx8jm6Hk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34gdx8jm6Hk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tim tam lover friend who just can't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway. Rush hour 3 was really good. Really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;And Tanya was telling me about Avril Lavigne singing Girlfriend (Hey hey you fuckyou ahha jk) in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED LIKE HELL WHEN I WATCHED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LK7LQ1XuFec"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LK7LQ1XuFec" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think that it's real cause Tanya heard it over the radio once.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mad (Her good funny friend) fell on the floor and laughed once she heard it, yes right in the middle of a shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So My friend Vicky thought it'd be funny to make a Tagalog version (Filipino language)&lt;br /&gt;So here's her take on it, she got Lynn to help her with the translation, a Filipino herself.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't choose which vid would be funnier, so here's both of them.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon her wheezy pitchy gross voice, she has a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;(LOL really fucking hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BXCIjb1Png"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BXCIjb1Png" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpjDBAqa9HI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpjDBAqa9HI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not repost any of the videos which are being posted on my blog, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4108016656935586606?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4108016656935586606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4108016656935586606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4108016656935586606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4108016656935586606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4108016656935586606' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7560712190139853364</id><published>2007-08-07T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:35:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Disturbia&lt;/strong&gt;.. disturb yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrhjSHx9WmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VuYF4b70mKo/s1600-h/291149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrhjSHx9WmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VuYF4b70mKo/s320/291149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095932141347101282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rrhm0Xx9WnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rdkDjD1orvo/s1600-h/disturbia_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rrhm0Xx9WnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rdkDjD1orvo/s320/disturbia_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095936028292504178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shia LeBeouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this movie with Tsokool today.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of suspense, a hot girl, a charming boy, a dumb asian and a murderer and all that amounts to a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Shia LaBeouf is such an amazing actor. I can't imagine how he managed Transformers and this!&lt;br /&gt;There's really something about him that makes him rather different, or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;I like his boyish charm, it takes him to a level of sexiness, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Haha or maybe I'm having an insane (and highly embarrassing) girly crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;Girls have crushs on the lead singer of Click 5 or the lead actor of High school musical, and this is mine; Shia LeBeouf.&lt;br /&gt;I really think it's his presence that takes the movie to the next level and makes it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I really admire actors who can cry without even blinking and he can do that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not going to take this "love" to an obsession because my obsession can only be for John Mayer, and not for any other, even though Alan Rickman, Johnny Depp, George Clooney (Not so much so now.) and Shia LeBeouf are terribly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I took a bus to school this morning.&lt;br /&gt;My posse of friends did not turn up today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the four musketeers were not four but one today.&lt;br /&gt;E arrived after Enlgish, during break.&lt;br /&gt;She came to school soley for POA.&lt;br /&gt;However, the POA teacher did not come.&lt;br /&gt;And our geography teacher(holy cow she's one hilarious old lady, very lovable.) chased us out of our own class.&lt;br /&gt;Tori :What's going on? (stares at classmates outside the classroom)&lt;br /&gt;Germaine: She's having lesson&lt;br /&gt;Tori: isn't it our lesson now?&lt;br /&gt;Germaine: Yeah. she's having a lesson during our lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us to get lost while she watched a bunch of 5 NA girls sit for a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Carrie-Anne Moss (the lady from The Matrix) acted in disturbia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7560712190139853364?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7560712190139853364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7560712190139853364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7560712190139853364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7560712190139853364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7560712190139853364' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrhjSHx9WmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/VuYF4b70mKo/s72-c/291149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7726355870323282004</id><published>2007-08-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:17:05.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OUDATED VIDEOS AND VERY VERY RECENT VIDEOS (I took them an hour ago)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4MSMkqo7MQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a4MSMkqo7MQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Bird who looks like death with a very high pitched voice("Omg are you death?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm calista flockheart.. OF COURSE I'M DEATH YOU IDIOT!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kroDUxns6Sw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kroDUxns6Sw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing a very old Cheez (This was taken months ago when she had her 2nd lip piercing, her first;labret piercing closed. Ann pierced, I took the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KyZCdnzZs0Y"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KyZCdnzZs0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you how extremely painful it is to pierce the bottom of your naval. usually people pierce the top, but being me, I thought it wouldn't be painful even though Ann had warned that Sama literally screamed the night before during the piercing process. I didn't think it'd hurt too cause since young I had extra skin (C probably only takes note of this) at the bottom of my naval. So I braced myself and Ann pushed the needle through. It hurt quite, a lot. But wasn't too bad for I thought it'd be over soon. Except the needle got stuck half way, yes half way through my skin. Ann (the big giant gorilla) couldn't push the needle through and asked Twat to assist. Twat pushed it through (now there's a black dot where the needle was) except now the stud couldn't fit through because there was so much blood and it healed super fast. So anyway! Ann asked if I wanted to re-pierced it, I said Hell no. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, I commited (Like what LIVE lesson had taught me to) and pierced the skin above my naval, that didn't hurt too much. But the bottom was the WORST.&lt;br /&gt;I could literally feel my skin being torn as the needle went through and when it got stuck and Twat was busy pushing it through, the seconds felt like years.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a very happy girl with a very happy naval, who can't slouch no more due to the piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvcPbZ6JkCs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvcPbZ6JkCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-HjvTw6Clo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-HjvTw6Clo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrXozgJgERI/AAAAAAAAAuw/x2Nvh4cZSSw/s1600-h/PICT0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrXozgJgERI/AAAAAAAAAuw/x2Nvh4cZSSw/s320/PICT0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095234524940341522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat's piercing.&lt;br /&gt;It bled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;The piercing went through fine except the Lip ring couldn't fit through.&lt;br /&gt;Her lip was too fat.&lt;br /&gt;So after 10 seconds of trying to shove it through, we used some other needle instead.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my lip stud to use and stuck an eraser as a ball/stopper (the thing which i dont wear to school) so that she won't swallow it at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background music; The killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann is a good piercer though, I wouldn't mind her piercing me again.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want any piercings go to her.&lt;br /&gt;She does quite a clean job, but obviously any infections she won't hold responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;She's not a professional.&lt;br /&gt;Go for her for piercings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7726355870323282004?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7726355870323282004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7726355870323282004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7726355870323282004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7726355870323282004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7726355870323282004' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrXozgJgERI/AAAAAAAAAuw/x2Nvh4cZSSw/s72-c/PICT0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1029239835000823700</id><published>2007-08-05T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:11:43.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrV30QJgEQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/_i8AmZZbuiU/s1600-h/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrV30QJgEQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/_i8AmZZbuiU/s320/piggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095110293011304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex; BellZ&lt;br /&gt;That explains my sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;His youtube is really quite interesting. Unspoken love for a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4UtpsbhxPY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4UtpsbhxPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1029239835000823700?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1029239835000823700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1029239835000823700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1029239835000823700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1029239835000823700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1029239835000823700' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrV30QJgEQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/_i8AmZZbuiU/s72-c/piggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3624565217697883551</id><published>2007-08-04T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:45:48.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENTP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/entp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love.&lt;br /&gt;And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision.    &lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird how true it is. Anyway, I'm off to play my brother's PSP, do some art, get all my chemistry homework and hopefully math set 4 done, if I feel up to it.&lt;br /&gt;Or just revise on my science, plan out my time table for next weeks "TORI'S REVISION WEEK FOR UPCOMING CA3 TESTS".&lt;br /&gt;I am cleaning up my shit and  planning out my time now.&lt;br /&gt;I think with a girlfriend, it kinda gets me unorganized.&lt;br /&gt;haha heehee hoohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3624565217697883551?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3624565217697883551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3624565217697883551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3624565217697883551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3624565217697883551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3624565217697883551' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5458800995674621793</id><published>2007-08-04T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:58:58.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQw_QJgEPI/AAAAAAAAAug/C1Y9e99ZIeY/s1600-h/viagra"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQw_QJgEPI/AAAAAAAAAug/C1Y9e99ZIeY/s320/viagra" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094750941687582962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam mail from Admin Viagra sent me this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5458800995674621793?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5458800995674621793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5458800995674621793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5458800995674621793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5458800995674621793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5458800995674621793' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQw_QJgEPI/AAAAAAAAAug/C1Y9e99ZIeY/s72-c/viagra' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8344487846807349325</id><published>2007-08-04T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:55:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home club, "no gallery how leh?", school and all things good bad and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQwnAJgEOI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x6okGwk2248/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQwnAJgEOI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x6okGwk2248/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094750525075755234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to wake up in about 6 hours time, it's not too bad, since I always sleep at 1230am and wake up at 630.&lt;br /&gt;So its not much of a change.. Except.. my body kinda aches, my eyes are quite dry and my hair is wet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired, but I think it's just my blurred contact lenses that are making me think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was, the same. Whats new about school? Nothing, just as anal just as pointless but yet quite productive.&lt;br /&gt;Today only 17 people from my class came to school, the other 7 decided to either give school a miss or over sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Most came for the literature test though.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ann's place after school.&lt;br /&gt;Her house has this really homely cozy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok i've to warn you, my bedroom is very dirty and messy"&lt;br /&gt;But even the mess adds to the coziness.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite cute really.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many candles lying around, a buncha used fags in this toiletbowl shaped container, FNN O level book beside her bed, headphones for her phone under her pillow, so much candy lying around, wine from the night before, used cups from the night before and so many many pictures of Sama and old birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;Lazed around in her dad's bedroom while she rummaged the cupboards and small piggie banks for whatever coins she could find.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Heartland after.&lt;br /&gt;Bought huge coloured paper for tomorrows sengkang library cip project.&lt;br /&gt;Received a paper cut, that sliced off the flesh right below my finger nail, making my finger nail look longer than it should, really hurts, up till now.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 3 hours (I've been taking really long afternoon naps lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat came over at around 7 odd.&lt;br /&gt;She showered, I showere,d we changed and left the place.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Clark Quay, got lost, pissed for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Central building totally screwed up my sense of direction and hers too.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, i've never seen this before."&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we!"&lt;br /&gt;I was carrying Twats bag for her and I said "Oui, you're the dyke right, you should be holding it"&lt;br /&gt;Twat "No, I'll give you a chance to be more domineering :) hai yahhh don be like that la heee heeehee"&lt;br /&gt;"WTF!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for the exhibition at Home club.&lt;br /&gt;We were late and after standing up at Home club for about 45 minutes to watch the animation, I realised that we missed my sisters animation.&lt;br /&gt;T_T so.. we went there and didnt even get to see my sisters work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure I've seen it on her website before.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to see the paintings, graphic designs.&lt;br /&gt;Left for a BK COFFEESHOP.&lt;br /&gt;Had great fish ball noodles and we entertained ourselves by watching a buncha angmoh jocks who were busy chugging beer down their throats.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, one guy was so serious at the game that he had to mentally prepare himself as to chug it faster.&lt;br /&gt;He chugged a HUGE mug (those huge mugs at the coffeeshops for beer) down in 1.7 something second.&lt;br /&gt;1 SECOND LEH, WHAT THE?&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahhaa, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;They even brought this funnel and tube to chug it down even faster.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the river bank after nuahing for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably my favourite part of the whole night, spending time with her without interuptions and feeling insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Home at around 1130.&lt;br /&gt;Met a bunch of her friends, said our "Hi"s.&lt;br /&gt;I did feel rather out of place, afterall, I barely knew anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;And the only person whom I talked to the most (other than cheez and Alicia) was Marc, another of Cheez' friend.&lt;br /&gt;Headed in to dance after feeling extremely bored, quite pissed and upset.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked like they were in trance.&lt;br /&gt;I danced cause Twat wanted to and cause there was nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;I felt rather out of place and weird..&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, I thought, maybe I only go to clubs just to sit down, 'shake leg' and laugh at drunk people or people who grind reaaalll hard like they're having sex. ("HOW SICK IS THIS" very.)&lt;br /&gt;Mean, but I enjoy it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I felt odd cause my friends weren't there? &lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Alicia (Tan) on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Met M outside, who couldn't go in (she did not want to pay to get in).&lt;br /&gt;Headed home with Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's home club for you.&lt;br /&gt;Indie music (I LOVED THE DJ BTW. There was this really bouncy female dj who had so much stage presence.), Muse, The killers etc.&lt;br /&gt;People who look like they're on drugs, just bouncing to the beat and doing weird actions (the return of the 70s? or 60s? okay except less corny actions).&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd how my believe turned into quite the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, only D and a few others would know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8344487846807349325?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8344487846807349325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8344487846807349325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8344487846807349325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8344487846807349325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8344487846807349325' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrQwnAJgEOI/AAAAAAAAAuY/x6okGwk2248/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7462924061577903739</id><published>2007-08-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:54:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELP WANTED, PLEASE READ THE BELOW POST IF YOU'RE A WONDERFUL FRIEND OF MINE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrG3uQJgEMI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZoJ_Qno4-Ic/s1600-h/racial+harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrG3uQJgEMI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZoJ_Qno4-Ic/s320/racial+harmony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094054658769424578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know that it looks like crap but anyway, the librarian was so impressed by really shitty work(when I say shitty, i really mean shitty. so shitty that a primary one student can pull something else more creative and safely say that its cute. the work was horrorific, too many colours etc) so I figured that this to her must be really drop dead gorgeous of some sort?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm going to club tomorrow, I'm still gonna do cip on saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cool, I'm suppose to come up with a design(the one above) and basically transfer that design on to coloured paper and huge vanguard(?) sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Cut it out and paste paste paste on the front door of sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;Yahlah it's gonna be pretty embarrassing but i don't think it looks that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is suppose to be patriotic, cute and very vibrant and I don't have the time to think of a better design, let alone come up with one which is so difficult to cut out.&lt;br /&gt;I need to paste everything down by sunday (cause national day is coming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I NEED PEOPLE; FRIENDS OF COURSE, TO COME WITH ME TO DO THIS SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably die if I do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and the excuse "i cant draw. my art suxsxsxsxs" is not going to work, because all you've got to do is cut out oval shapes, star shapes and whatever outline I give you to cut.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS U GET A LOT OF CIP HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;They include both time you spend in the library pasting down and time u spend cutting and prepping the stuff at home.&lt;br /&gt;So you can tell them you prep for five hours at home, thats if you did it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy and will mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the people I want to ask for help is ; Tania, Zoe, Eme, Tanny, Twat, whoever who is interested.&lt;br /&gt;I really really need the help o.o&lt;br /&gt;erm but we've to go before the library opens, so its best that we go at around 9am? (I can't wake up any earlier).&lt;br /&gt;And Ann has agreed to help me, which is good :)&lt;br /&gt;it'll mean a lot, plus we've a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bed so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7462924061577903739?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7462924061577903739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7462924061577903739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7462924061577903739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7462924061577903739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7462924061577903739' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrG3uQJgEMI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZoJ_Qno4-Ic/s72-c/racial+harmony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7044326619146283890</id><published>2007-08-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:15:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I've been talking good about Twat lately.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's true that bad media is good media, that gossip always involves someone else's problems, how fat someone is and how hypocritical and backstabbing one is.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, gossip is.&lt;br /&gt;But I really love her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of her makes my heart race.&lt;br /&gt;She has been wonderful towards me, really wonderful and I thank her for maknig me feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the corny.&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry just now I could have cried.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to punch my maids; Lyn's face.&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to sew my brothers mouth shut so that he'd stop calling me "orney" for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;My math set 4 is missing and I just did it yesterday ok if not then maybe the day ebfore.&lt;br /&gt;So I found my answer sheet at my art table thingum but no set 4.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the maid moved it(no negative thoughts no negative thoughts, damn it.) so I got really mad, but being me, I did not shout at her but asked her to find.&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding it myself except I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I got even angrier when I realised that my Report Writing worksheets were missing, and I've a test on report writing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's with D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've to organise my things, but thats exactly what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;I filed my worksheets which were in my nightmare before christmas file(as thick as my chem book.) 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I checked All my math, science, etc etc files, but still couldn't find the missing worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why would I ever file my homework into my file.&lt;br /&gt;I was so frsutrated bcause I remember than on tuesday, I purposely did not put my set 4 into my bag cause I've not finished it.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT NOW I CAN'T FIND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is going for Baybeats on friday and not Home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no drunkd teenagers for me to look at, boo :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7044326619146283890?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7044326619146283890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7044326619146283890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7044326619146283890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7044326619146283890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7044326619146283890' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4973952869122213892</id><published>2007-08-01T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:56:24.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We watched a really interesting video about the Law of Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;How visualising and wanting will end you up getting it.&lt;br /&gt;And how "I dont want to be late i dont want to be late &gt;:(" in your mind will transform you to be late.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all a matter of positive and negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but notice that, most of the theory on doing it, is the same as Pastor Prince's theory in church.&lt;br /&gt;(There are some who feel that New Creation is snobbish, or that it's preaching a whole load of crap etc etc. But it is really up to you to believe. If your church is doing well for you and if you're learning something new which can be applied to your life everyday then so be it. But I was in a rather law abiding church last time, for about 12 years odd? And I did not learn anything. To me, if what the pastor says makes sense or if it's able to work for me, then I'd listen to him. If it doesn't, then I simply won't believe in it. It doesn't mean that I don't believe in God completely, it just means that I don't believe in what the pastor said. And I think it's cruel and rather stupid to judge a church by their appearance. (I guess the bigger your church is (NCC 1600 ovr people?) the more media it'd get, be it bad or good.)&lt;br /&gt;I remember him preaching something about saying what you want and proclaiming it that it is yours. He also talked about how one should not look at one self and say that the results are not showing, so basically, there must be faith.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really exactly believe in it, at first, but now I guess I do.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, sometimes I believe more in Science than God. God to me is more of a comfort during panick and other situations. Maybe I see him more of a good powerful friend? than.. the almighty?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong of a christian but I'd like to think that it's working fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, anyway! The video kinda erm motivated me and made me believe in the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State what you want (Ask), visualise yourself with it, say that you'll have it and finally you'll reap it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are some parts of the videos when I think that it's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;The gratitute stone?&lt;br /&gt;C'mon man, you pick up a buncha rocks and sell for 10 bucks? Thats called Corning people. (I couldn't help myself at that time but to turn around and tell Veron that "its the kinda stones that these corn man use to cheat old grannies who live alone in HDBs. And I bet the whole video is bullshit, they probably only made the video to earn money") But that's just me being cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the video really helpful and I think, that it holds a certain amount of truth behind it. I've seen it in my life. When I really really want something and really think about it day and night (ok maybe not that obssessive) I'd eventually get it. It takes time and I guess a lot of faith (Something which I usually lack at. But somehow faith just comes  naturally when I really want something? Maybe it's a kind of desperation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is really good and I really want to watch the new part.&lt;br /&gt;It really motivated me, a lot. Making me want to reach higher goals and most of all, wanting to study so much more this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok do I sound like I'm preaching or writing a review about how helpful LIVE have been? oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm going to Home club this friday for "No gallery how leh?" exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters animation is gonna be shown, so I'm on guestlist so as Twat.&lt;br /&gt;My sis is not going to be there though (she is still at her conference in the states. I think she's at San Diego? I can't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one wants to go for Home? it'd be cool, I guess, but I'll leave at around 12 plus 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, AND MY SISTERS AMAZON PACKAGE JUST CAME IN LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;OEMOGMOGMOGMOGMOGMOGMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALAN RICKMANS DVD FROM 1991 AND 1994 ARE HEREEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrBmhQJgEKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/6gc_3t2RshY/s1600-h/minitierradearmarios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrBmhQJgEKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/6gc_3t2RshY/s320/minitierradearmarios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093683900012564642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrBmuAJgELI/AAAAAAAAAuA/aaTRUv4VMEI/s1600-h/MESMER.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrBmuAJgELI/AAAAAAAAAuA/aaTRUv4VMEI/s320/MESMER.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093684119055896754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MESMER &lt;/strong&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;TIERRA DE ARMARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt; ARE HERE *swoons!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A closet land is about (ok ripped it off from the web heehee): A young writer is interrogated by a sadistic secret policeman. She is accused of embedding political messages in her children's stories. The entire movie takes place in one room, with only the two actors. The movie is set in an unidentified, modern police state. Written by Mark Logan {marklo@west.sun.com} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD JUST YOUTUBE IT OK, CAUSE ALAN RICKMAN IS GIVING ME THE HAWTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4973952869122213892?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4973952869122213892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4973952869122213892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4973952869122213892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4973952869122213892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4973952869122213892' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RrBmhQJgEKI/AAAAAAAAAt4/6gc_3t2RshY/s72-c/minitierradearmarios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4974274269644387657</id><published>2007-07-31T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:12:11.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs18/300W/i/2007/212/9/0/Heart_Breaker_by_barfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rq7gBwJgEJI/AAAAAAAAAtw/iThZ9iUcRq8/s320/Heartbreaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093254549311852690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning; Heart breaker ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay corny, I had another idea except I'm too lazy, no time and the pictures which I found for reference were lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kheng Mwee "i knw i knw, that's sarah!"&lt;br /&gt;Tori: no T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4974274269644387657?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4974274269644387657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4974274269644387657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4974274269644387657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4974274269644387657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4974274269644387657' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rq7gBwJgEJI/AAAAAAAAAtw/iThZ9iUcRq8/s72-c/Heartbreaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2462508837195230462</id><published>2007-07-30T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:20:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rq2smAJgEII/AAAAAAAAAto/Ecl-kfXqA6M/s1600-h/thnk+u+fr+yr+support+JP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rq2smAJgEII/AAAAAAAAAto/Ecl-kfXqA6M/s320/thnk+u+fr+yr+support+JP.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092916522500755586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school has these thank you cards and yet they still call us indecent.&lt;br /&gt;They can find so much fault in us and not look at themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather Pissed off when I came across this scandily cland cartoon lady with multiple bras hanging around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no problem with them wanting to sell this, but if they find girl on girl kissing disgusting and extremely explicit then what about a card with a cartoon woman wearing a bra?&lt;br /&gt;It's true there's not justice, never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm being a typical "complain Queen Singaporean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Twat called me an hour ago telling me that she lost her HP.&lt;br /&gt;poor babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2462508837195230462?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2462508837195230462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2462508837195230462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2462508837195230462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2462508837195230462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2462508837195230462' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rq2smAJgEII/AAAAAAAAAto/Ecl-kfXqA6M/s72-c/thnk+u+fr+yr+support+JP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2146604986662717540</id><published>2007-07-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:25:38.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some ego thing, don't indulge yourself in my 52 questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;Unless, you are stalking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings, who do you want it&lt;br /&gt;to be?&lt;br /&gt;- a random hot girl, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had to kiss the last person&lt;br /&gt;you kissed again, would you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;of course.. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I would, doubt so though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If your house were on fire, what&lt;br /&gt;would be the first thing you would&lt;br /&gt;save?&lt;br /&gt;my special drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you slept in&lt;br /&gt;the bed with?&lt;br /&gt;my mom (hHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you text the most?&lt;br /&gt;Twat, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite children’s book?&lt;br /&gt;The miraculous journey of Edward Tulane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;1.54..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could do it over again,&lt;br /&gt;start from scratch, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. I'd probably be too tired to actually live life again and try to live it "right" without regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you were at&lt;br /&gt;Botanic Garden?&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I'm goin there tomorrow, but erm.. many.. many. probably 10 years ago or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite ex..?&lt;br /&gt;none, that's why it didn't work out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where was the furthest place you&lt;br /&gt;traveled?&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand.. or Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;YES, loveeee it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Many, so many, too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What movie do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;The animation about the rat which can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do for New Year’s Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Party, hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it, definitely crappy, way crappy.Shit crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;I was incharge of cheer for this years sports meet, for the upper sec.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I am..? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What’s the last letter of your&lt;br /&gt;middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you hispanic?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;OOh, no actually, I used to hate them when I was younger, but somehow after looking at the care bear website for half an hour today (due to some teacher's day act thing) I think they are.. quite. cute. I like their colours more than their personalities though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you buy at the Movies?&lt;br /&gt;junk food. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;I used to play, but have forgotten. But I recently played my mom's phone poker game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Big shirt and knickers or nothing or shorts and a shirt orrrrr knickers or.. hmm. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Anything big ever happen in your&lt;br /&gt;CITY?&lt;br /&gt;T^T the last time I checked, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is your hair straight or curly?&lt;br /&gt;it's not curly, but it has a bounce to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like Liver and Onions?&lt;br /&gt;Never tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like funny or serious&lt;br /&gt;people better?&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Question 42, Art, Math and Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Any plans 4 tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, read Harry Potter, do tuition hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Whats your fav. song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.. er.. John Mayer trio? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you hate chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE=chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What do you and your parents fight&lt;br /&gt;about the most?&lt;br /&gt;We don't fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If you could have any job what&lt;br /&gt;would it be?&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest and most famous  and talented artist in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'd like to think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;Depends which day. Weekdays, I like the afternoons, Fridays I tend to like the night more. Saturdayszzz.. I prefer the evening and morning and Sundays I prefer the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you generally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2146604986662717540?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2146604986662717540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2146604986662717540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2146604986662717540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2146604986662717540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2146604986662717540' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7696245656038520395</id><published>2007-07-27T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:27:38.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RqnE0QJgEHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kOpQL5ge_io/s1600-h/DSC08686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RqnE0QJgEHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kOpQL5ge_io/s320/DSC08686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091817255686115442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday with this special lady right there, yes that one, c'mon go on and guess what her name is.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's right, big white straight teeth girlie; Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;The only girl who can give me a sorethroat after 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;We talk nonstop, like a bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping, laughing and talking.. erm talking yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught Gone shopping yesterday with Tanya.&lt;br /&gt;She was quite a tim tam yesterday, talking about tim tams, fantasizing about them at this Marks and Spencer shop. (haha just kidding, ok it wasn't tim tams, it wasn't tim tams)&lt;br /&gt;After the rather depressing and funny film; about a taitai who couldn't find love and "died" of a broken heart, an indian girl who lost everything but found love in a bicycle and a boy who bought a sword without knowing that at that moment he gave his love to a girl who couldn't return back.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ended up rather sad and the indian girl's acting was really good. She was the one, which almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after the movie we headed to borders for Tanya to satisfy her hunger for the american version of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wahlao so cool!!!" Tanya exclaimed as tears of joy pricked her big black eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the English Narrative lessons are getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Wisma's topshop after that, waited for Z.&lt;br /&gt;Met her, who just went for a brazillian(?) wax. (painful.. i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;Talked and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Study drew, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been rather good.&lt;br /&gt;My friends; E, D, Ann have been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;My carebear classmates including DRAPES THE SINGING COOKIE TREE WHO HAS GOT A CROW'S NEST IN HER HAIR, are darlings&lt;br /&gt;yadayada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the simpsons today, fucking fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;Must see.&lt;br /&gt;If only George Bush would watch it.&lt;br /&gt;You should stay for the credits, to see the people who do the voice overs. (not stay after the credits, just stay for maybe the first 5 min of the credits?)&lt;br /&gt;The person who does Homers voice also does many other voices for different characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANNY WONG AH MUN, IF YOU'RE READING THIS (if..) I JUST FOUND ANOTHER PERSON WHO LOOKS LIKE YOU; HE'S IN THE SMU PAMPLET THINGIE?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7696245656038520395?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7696245656038520395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7696245656038520395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7696245656038520395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7696245656038520395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7696245656038520395' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RqnE0QJgEHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/kOpQL5ge_io/s72-c/DSC08686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3891692178829101056</id><published>2007-07-25T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:08:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Even though Wednesday is suppose to have one of the most relaxed time table, but after studying 3h 50min of math, 1h 20min of bio and running after one stupid white ball during PE, I really must admit that Wednesday, is, very, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed back for extra Math lesson which proved to be very productive and quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;I kept ranting on about my stupid love for someone who is absolutely repulsive. I guess, that's why many say I'm mean and nasty. &lt;br /&gt;Ann got pretty annoyed and D whacked me on the arm when I laughed (and accidently spat) on her face.&lt;br /&gt;She whacked me so hard that my arm turned into a purplish red shade.&lt;br /&gt;(It's not my fault ok. Just read this. This was what Ann said to D during extra Math class "D, you're always either busy talking or raining" (Yes raining.))&lt;br /&gt;Kns she spat into my eye before ok, and my eye felt extra sticky and moist right after that incident.&lt;br /&gt;Her saliva seems to like people's eyes and face a lot.&lt;br /&gt;If you're lucky, her saliva would only land on your clothes. (that is. IF. you are lucky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this doesnt help my exhaustion and wanting to rest but I've got to do 2 SS questions (which 5 yr series I've not purchased), do Math set5 p1, finish chemistry hw and paint.&lt;br /&gt;Twat is out now, somewhere, hanging out with her friends. Having huge amounts of fun while I'm here sobbing over my rather erm.. &lt;s&gt;sad&lt;/s&gt; happy life. Too busy drowning herself with love and much affection that she can't care. &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather cynical and very angry today.&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to spit out all my hate here, but I know I'd get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not the kind of person who would express my anger, just to make sure that someone else would feel my anger and feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cause discomfort amongst friends or lovers.&lt;br /&gt;So I'd rather suck it all up, call it a blog post and start on the work which I had talked about.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike you, I don't throw my tantrums around to hurt others, to make sure that they feel as miserable as I am. (Here I go again, expressing what I had wanted to suck up.)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, there's so much more inside of me then what you see.&lt;br /&gt;Anger and hate, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women should come with warning labels on them.&lt;br /&gt;They put warnings on cough syrup and asprin and fertilisers and construction sites.&lt;br /&gt;A warning that lets you know that there's danger ahead&lt;br /&gt;A warning reminds you that you might get. hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl thrash \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3891692178829101056?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3891692178829101056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3891692178829101056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3891692178829101056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3891692178829101056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3891692178829101056' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8326628667389289164</id><published>2007-07-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:43:06.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave school a miss today and felt quite guilty after I deceived my mom into believing that I had a temperature.&lt;br /&gt;So I promised myself that I had to wake up at 9 to start on my art.&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and started off with work.&lt;br /&gt;All the way till 1pm, then I had my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today not only did I finish most of my art, but I've also got my hands on some diarrhoea medication ( I did not tell the doc that I had a fever, in case she wants me to take some sorta blood test and draw some blood from my used to be anaemic body.) and.. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows!&lt;br /&gt;Yipeee.. I've read to chapter 4 only. Can't wait to finish the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I need to do:&lt;br /&gt;a)Paint on canvas every day&lt;br /&gt;b) finish prep, paste down layouts, lovenotes for exmaminer and more drawings by friday.&lt;br /&gt;c)Get present from T, E, N (I lost her present wtf, and I've been working on it for what? 5 days or something. fuck). Eme.&lt;br /&gt;d)Pass Saegor and Eme their presents (I keep forgetting or rather I choose to forget cause am too lazy to bring to school T^T.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Read Macbeth and Sense of Belonging again (Quite embarrassing,umm, I've not finished reading all the stories in Sense of Belonging .__. haha. okay yeah not funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes my sister is probably in a plane right now, on her way to San Diego for a 3 week conference. Lucky biatch.&lt;br /&gt;Yes so this is my update of my rather mundane, boring, typical school girlie life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I watched Girl Thrash today, real.. thrash. But not as bad as the Hills, Highschool Musical and Ocean Laguna (I forgot the name of the show. hawhaw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note..&lt;br /&gt;(ON THE PHONE)&lt;br /&gt;Tori:Why you so grumpy?&lt;br /&gt;Twat: Dunno.. maybe period coming.&lt;br /&gt;Tori: oh. So you wanna go bathe first?&lt;br /&gt;Twat: No.&lt;br /&gt;Tori: Then you want to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Twat: No&lt;br /&gt;Tori: Oh then what do you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Twat: I want to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;Tori (laughs) okay, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;Twat: &gt;:| bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8326628667389289164?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8326628667389289164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8326628667389289164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8326628667389289164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8326628667389289164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8326628667389289164' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1220981017311612791</id><published>2007-07-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:50:08.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I saw V and Eme the past few days, wearing their new big frammed sorta round black spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;V looked good in them, she really looked like a geek. And Eme looks good too, cause hers had some sort of pattern?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Jon (Twat's friend) today, only to find out that he has the same specs as V.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got home to read T's blog, to find out that she also has almost the same specs (maybe smaller, i dont know, can't really tell;i've not seen them in person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the specs are cheap, 50bucks odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Twat in the afternoon after doing some art.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that by going to her place, I can both spend time with her and with my work.&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up spending time with her, walking her dog, meeting Jon for dinner at a crowded hawker centre, walking around Bedok Central's Pasamalam, spending more time with Twat, her brother and cousin at her place and going home.&lt;br /&gt;It was all in all a very happy day, and I'm left very happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my grubby little paws on the Harry Potter book ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;Becuase.. I want to read it, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat's cousin read it like a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;He said he downloaded it.&lt;br /&gt;Some dude took pictures of every single page a week ago, typed it out and published it online.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine 900 pages and you typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;Quite.. amazing..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I was flipping through the channels today and chanced upon Channel News Asia report on the Sale of Deathly Hollows H.P.&lt;br /&gt;T^T some girl started crying when she got the book saying that "I feel like a part of my childhood is being torn away" or something like that. Quite funny lah, it's just a book afterall.... o_O right. People usually only cry AFTER they read the book.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some mad woman dressed up as Mooney? (I forgot his name, the one with the robot eye) And most of the people who queued for the HP book in the morning (something I noticed only..) looked like people with no lives;losers.&lt;br /&gt;Some, not all of course.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool I guess, since most arrived in Harry Potter Costumes.&lt;br /&gt;I really think the School uniform is super cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1220981017311612791?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1220981017311612791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1220981017311612791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1220981017311612791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1220981017311612791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1220981017311612791' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3439512009703486298</id><published>2007-07-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:47:32.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught Harry Potter The order of the Phoenix yesterday with Tanya, straight after school.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad, nor was it that fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;But I read the book, so I think that it's only normal to feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I honestly think it's impossible to fit in 500pages worth of story into a 2 hours plus movie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't really like book 5. In fact I thought it was one of the worst HP books.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is still book3 and book 6.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon.. book 7 will join the two.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hopefully, I'll get the book tomorrow, except it costs what? 50bucks?&lt;br /&gt;Not very worth it but who cares man, I'm so gonna read it before anyone spoils it for me.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I'll fcking kill you if you spoil it for me.)&lt;br /&gt;I hate spoilers, they should just burn in hell and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Alan Rickman was insanely hot in the order of the phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;There's something about Professor Snape that makes him really really sexy. (hahaha what a perv.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3439512009703486298?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3439512009703486298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3439512009703486298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3439512009703486298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3439512009703486298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3439512009703486298' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-947115214452657349</id><published>2007-07-18T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:51:25.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanya just asked me to read Xiaxue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;So I did and man! does that woman have seriouss issue.&lt;br /&gt;I mean there's a fine line which seperates "keeping it real" and "being a bitch in your face".&lt;br /&gt;I guess being a bitch in your face, is really too in your face, that it's not keeping it real no more.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just another egotistical selfish publicity stunt yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new, nothing smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, weird thing I noticed.. She puts so much foundation ( either that or the contrast in her photos really make her face white) that it emphasizes how small and yellow her teeth are. My teeth are small too, but thank god I don't have a white background to emphasize how yellow they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED MY PREP WORK AND COLOURING THE COLOUR AWARD SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY/ IT'S 8:51PM AND I'VE NOT STARTED STUDYING FOR MY MATH TEST TOMORROW T^T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rp3gnYaueYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wAkH1E2N4dU/s1600-h/IMG_4105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rp3gnYaueYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wAkH1E2N4dU/s320/IMG_4105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088470121172597122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Nday N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for meiji fresh milk, cornflakes and milo balls.&lt;br /&gt;School was a bore and quite a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 6 horus in school, I only spent 2 hours doing something productive; 1h 20min studying biology and 40min of PE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-947115214452657349?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/947115214452657349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=947115214452657349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/947115214452657349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/947115214452657349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#947115214452657349' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rp3gnYaueYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/wAkH1E2N4dU/s72-c/IMG_4105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1884958360212310306</id><published>2007-07-17T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:28:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black and White&lt;br /&gt;We'll cause a riot and create a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models; E, Ann, D, V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/it38pkZU_CU/s1600-h/mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/it38pkZU_CU/s320/mug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064319777569106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AIw6HJu_-kE/s1600-h/mug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AIw6HJu_-kE/s320/mug1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064319777569122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/trW2cmLvg84/s1600-h/mug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/trW2cmLvg84/s320/mug2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064319777569138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvT4aueRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/foWncvt9xT4/s1600-h/bw+punjabi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvT4aueRI/AAAAAAAAAsg/foWncvt9xT4/s320/bw+punjabi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064066374498578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueSI/AAAAAAAAAso/TBAnk_T69cg/s1600-h/funbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueSI/AAAAAAAAAso/TBAnk_T69cg/s320/funbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064070669465890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueTI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LyI-fLFf6js/s1600-h/funbw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueTI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LyI-fLFf6js/s320/funbw1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064070669465906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/K5iUM1rCWgQ/s1600-h/funbw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvUIaueUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/K5iUM1rCWgQ/s320/funbw2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088064070669465922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1884958360212310306?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1884958360212310306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1884958360212310306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1884958360212310306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1884958360212310306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1884958360212310306' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpxvioaueVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/it38pkZU_CU/s72-c/mug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7521857164393796802</id><published>2007-07-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:04:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdaymorning/afternoon, I spent my day at home cleaning my Junk in my trunk.&lt;br /&gt;Finally my trunk (crib yo)is clean!&lt;br /&gt;I filed ALL my worksheets (there were 3 mountain high stacks of paper on my table.) and was perspiring once I was done.&lt;br /&gt;The room looked relatively neat and clean for about 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Then I started on my art, which basically made the room all messy again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Twat, Candy and M( who fucking slept till 430pm) came over, my dad fetched us to N's place.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated her 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a small and cozy celebration.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;There was cake, and fuck load of chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;Just picture this.&lt;br /&gt;Her maid comes in every half an hour with a tub of freshly fried chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;She ordered food from the kopitiam beside her house and got it delivered to her place. ( The good part of staying beside a kopitiam).&lt;br /&gt;And she told everyone that it was a Must to try the kopitiams.. Chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movies, played twister.&lt;br /&gt;Good clean fun, yes very good.&lt;br /&gt;First time in a long time that I've been to a party with no alcohol, dancing, getting high on EC.&lt;br /&gt;So it was a change, good change of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sunday, so the usual.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a really ooh loo place at tiong bahru to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;When I got out of the car, I thought we were in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;Saegor came over just now, so saegor around and to talk and watch Dodge ball.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so fucking hard at the part when the coach (I almost typed Couch T-T) said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Is it necessary to throw wrenches at us?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Is it necessary to drink my pee?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: no.. -eyes wearily&lt;br /&gt;Coach: It isnt, but I still drink it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WHAT THE FUCK (I'm laughing again).&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard that I drooled on my bio textbook Chapter on Plant reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D came over.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to wear our handmade Punjabis tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wear the Saudi Arabic costume; The outfit which skin you can only see is one's eyes and hands.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom scolded me and said that it is a "religion not a race!"&lt;br /&gt;So decided not to make that.&lt;br /&gt;We made black Punjabis though.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hilarious ok.&lt;br /&gt;we'll look like we're attending a funeral tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun, cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Chinese O level Listening. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7521857164393796802?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7521857164393796802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7521857164393796802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7521857164393796802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7521857164393796802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7521857164393796802' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1332381382823106137</id><published>2007-07-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T23:09:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:03pm&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm feeling incredibly hot and tired.&lt;br /&gt;I just did math and a bit of my art.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache as huge as an elephant in a fridge.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try to forget what happened, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;It comes creeping back without me even realising.&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated at so many things, so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Just because they did not go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt her just because she had hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge.&lt;br /&gt;My head is really very giddy.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather numb and not exactly cherry and sugar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time that's all I need. So much time.&lt;br /&gt;Work is something that can never be finished, not now at least.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm done with something, there's always something else to do. And then something fucks me up and now my whole plan for studying what today screwed up and instead, I ended up watching 2 hours of tv whilst doing Math HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I can actually say that I'm not happy with my life, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpcnD4aueQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vAV6U0rXD1w/s1600-h/386575898l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpcnD4aueQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vAV6U0rXD1w/s320/386575898l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086577251775838466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that which has disappeared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1332381382823106137?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1332381382823106137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1332381382823106137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1332381382823106137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1332381382823106137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1332381382823106137' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpcnD4aueQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vAV6U0rXD1w/s72-c/386575898l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8762269181948199809</id><published>2007-07-13T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:13:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one likes changes unless it's a change for good, but no matter how bad the routine you're stuck in, there'll still be part of you which will be reluctant to leave.&lt;br /&gt;But change is something that can not be stopped and people change, that's something we all have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;For the good or for the worse differs for different people.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much one can numb himself from change, to force some sort of delusion that it's not going to change,but reality will just come biting you back in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, reality will come back hitting you harder than before, harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;And once you get into a state where you feel stripped from your clothes, your materialistic things and just be you, yourself, you might actually see how deluded other human beings are.&lt;br /&gt;How they can get happiness just by buying a piece of clothing then quickly getting upset for not being able to get another shirt.&lt;br /&gt;And how they worry so much about not being famous, about not having enough friends who are not real friends.&lt;br /&gt;How everything around frustrates you and leaves you in anger, as they whine about their miserable lives 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;And you get even angrier as you yourself whine about your fucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;How things have not gone the way it should, though signs have told you to take a U turn.&lt;br /&gt;As you take in the cold hard facts and many peoples opinions, you're left without an opinion of your own.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what you should do, because you've realised that you don't even own a character under all those materialistic things.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like a child, as the armour you had built for the past few years starts to crumble down on you.&lt;br /&gt;Pressured to change fast, to accept, to appreciate, to love, to do well, you know not about what you actually want and not what you must do.&lt;br /&gt;For that, you hate those who pressure you, who forces you to love, to be good, to be kind. You hate them for betraying you.&lt;br /&gt;For deceiving you just to be a good role model in this fucked up society which just makes you conform.&lt;br /&gt;You hate it even more for that one person who told you that you're special.&lt;br /&gt;That you're first priority.&lt;br /&gt;That you're her number one.&lt;br /&gt;And only to find out that there's another number one, that in fact, you are not that special.&lt;br /&gt;You reluctantly gave in, just to let another be happy.&lt;br /&gt;And without control, maybe fall in love, and be as happy as the other.&lt;br /&gt;Only to get betrayed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;You feel helpless as you try your best to swallow that hard ball in your throat.&lt;br /&gt;You ignore love for fear that it might come back attacking again.&lt;br /&gt;You try your best to trust despite your immense fear of falling back into the same trap.&lt;br /&gt;But may I question, why are you still trying?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really love? or is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I got to see D in school today, after a week of not seeing her (excluding Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;Lol the thought of her acting like her mom trying to wake her up on tuesday keeps running through my head, I can't help but laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8762269181948199809?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8762269181948199809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8762269181948199809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8762269181948199809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8762269181948199809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8762269181948199809' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-654840104847404243</id><published>2007-07-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:24:28.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once I reformat my computer, I need to install Photoshop CS, Microsoft word (Yes wtf, I don't even have microsoft word now), Wedcam, L word episodes and burn all my photos and videos into discs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would consider myself half Raunchy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=420 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_humor/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,652292,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;What's So Funny?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_652224-4,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_humor/blog/dark.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sense of humor is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;Dark&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Who says Goths don't have a sense of humor? Goth or not, you certainly seem to appreciate the dark side of life, and it shows in your sense of humor. You might like dark (or black) comedy, because it pokes fun at our fears and anxieties. &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_652224-4,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#3E8A01&gt;Read more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,652292,00.html?par=gu|blog|humor" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#3E8A01&gt;What is your sense of humor?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&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/14586313-654840104847404243?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/654840104847404243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=654840104847404243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/654840104847404243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/654840104847404243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#654840104847404243' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-9006558267896297592</id><published>2007-07-12T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:29:47.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I just barfed out my brunch and feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I don't have fever anymore, even though I had a temp of 38.7 last night.&lt;br /&gt;I guess sleep does wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still going to see the doctor to find out why I barfed, why my head's still throbbing and why I feel weaker than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4OIaueJI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZLeXeQJVC9Y/s1600-h/DSC08616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4OIaueJI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZLeXeQJVC9Y/s320/DSC08616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086173907102103698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4eYaueKI/AAAAAAAAAro/-LVgrVMbQJM/s1600-h/DSC08626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4eYaueKI/AAAAAAAAAro/-LVgrVMbQJM/s320/DSC08626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086174186274977954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast of teeth size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4lYaueLI/AAAAAAAAArw/YF_egi41exQ/s1600-h/DSC08633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4lYaueLI/AAAAAAAAArw/YF_egi41exQ/s320/DSC08633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086174306534062258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW44YaueMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/eUjjA9X6rtU/s1600-h/DSC08628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW44YaueMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/eUjjA9X6rtU/s320/DSC08628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086174632951576770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW5NIaueOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/urovWZLY-Og/s1600-h/DSC08650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW5NIaueOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/urovWZLY-Og/s320/DSC08650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086174989433862370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Izzys place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpWyYIaueHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EIuEZteiVXs/s1600-h/DSC08661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpWyYIaueHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EIuEZteiVXs/s320/DSC08661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086167481831028850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpWymoaueII/AAAAAAAAArY/wnozC8UumKw/s1600-h/DSC08664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpWymoaueII/AAAAAAAAArY/wnozC8UumKw/s320/DSC08664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086167730939132034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think flash makes people look gross. okok looking good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-9006558267896297592?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/9006558267896297592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=9006558267896297592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/9006558267896297592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/9006558267896297592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#9006558267896297592' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RpW4OIaueJI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZLeXeQJVC9Y/s72-c/DSC08616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2930977736215531407</id><published>2007-07-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:29:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanya is a really nice kid to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;She is incredibly supportive, smart and rather silly at times.&lt;br /&gt;(smetimes she believes what Eme says. Wtf, Eme talks rubbish most of the time. Trying to convince people that there's no school tomorrow, that kinda shit, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya came over after school, bathed changed, she stood around in her bra and towel telling me that she can't change until she's completely dry or she might get heat rash.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed to Plaza Singapura, caught Transformers (robots in disguise).&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that it's fucking fucking brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;It's better than spiderman 3 and Fantastic 4 put together.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was 2 hours plus, but it was not draggy at all.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a very very funny show.&lt;br /&gt;Shia can really act and Megan Fox (?) is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Tania told me that they spent like 16 days on one frame. (one frame; less than a second) I guess it's for the transforming part.&lt;br /&gt;Plus it looked so real.&lt;br /&gt;Really far above my expectation, Steven Spielberg never fails to shock the audience.&lt;br /&gt;After the really awesome movie, we went to meet Twat.&lt;br /&gt;Sat around then cabbed to my sister's place.&lt;br /&gt;Ate, drank and socialise really little.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the new show which Mark Produced. It was good, incredibly funny too, basically the kinda crap that people would want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Drank more.&lt;br /&gt;Left her place at around 10 plus, only to walk 2 bus stops down.&lt;br /&gt;My head was throbbing and I was feeling rather cold.&lt;br /&gt;2 empty cabs passed by, but no one btohered to flag it. T^T.&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus to outrum in the end.&lt;br /&gt;While we were in the train, Eme took out her baby; a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;And started to play.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;We started singing "Maria Maria" to Muriz.&lt;br /&gt;A whole load of people stared.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 1115pm with a massive headache and muscle cramps.&lt;br /&gt;Slept, and woke up for school only to realise that I've got a fever.&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to school anyway, or my mom would scold and say that I'm being really irresponsible to go out during a school day.&lt;br /&gt;Suffered in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;Temperate; 38.3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2930977736215531407?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2930977736215531407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2930977736215531407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2930977736215531407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2930977736215531407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2930977736215531407' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7307640815071591773</id><published>2007-07-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:26:14.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really acute pain in my belly, so I did not catch transformers with Sohkool today.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went home to do my art ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then slept from 4-630.&lt;br /&gt;My god, I thought that I did not have enough prep work, so I made a whole list of drawings I've to do.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that I don't have enough space to fit in all my drawings, cause they tend to be too big.&lt;br /&gt;T^T&lt;br /&gt;Now everything looks quite squashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my sisters place with a bunch of friends tomorrow, to rate Mark's new MTV show which he produced ( If im not wrong, well if he didn't produce it, he most definitely would not ask us all the way down to rate a random show).&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested and if you're willing to hang out with M ( who gets high on glucose tablets and suffers from ADD), Sohkool, Zoe, Ann, Sam, T, Eme, L (most of which are not confirmed) and me, please give me a call.. or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's at 8pm and she stays in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to blog about how shiok tomorrows subjects are, but am quite lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I've only got Bio, English, Geog, Art art art arttttt= rather relaxed huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. I'm feeling rather empty today. well okay maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7307640815071591773?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7307640815071591773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7307640815071591773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7307640815071591773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7307640815071591773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7307640815071591773' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-6334437576326924046</id><published>2007-07-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:55:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;It's yet again another sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Today was slightly different from most of my sundays, because many things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes so many things.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with.. my morning.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, headed to church with my dad and brother.&lt;br /&gt;My mother had to attend a wedding lunch, so she could not come.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to taka to lunch after church, then kino, where I bought Death Note 12.&lt;br /&gt;(I fflipped through the pages in the car, and found out the ending. Not exactly very shocking, but.. still shocking. Haha makes no sense. I can't be bothered, cause really its 1147pm, my back is aching and i want to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Went down at around 5 to meet T.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the field with our plastic bags, hoping to find a nice step to sit on and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that 3 ahbengs were already sitting on the steps which we had wanted to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went behind a power box ( you know the kind which Marisse destroyed).&lt;br /&gt;After getting stonned and being all fascinated by dogs shitting. We headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Did a bit of math work, completed Donuts MATH P1.&lt;br /&gt;D then called me, headed over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;I saved her dehydrated life by providing her with Mother earths best natural resource! Water.&lt;br /&gt;She could've been better and wasn't exactly feeling in a lollipop mood, so we talked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm probably the worst person on earth to go to when one is sad, unless it's Saegor ( she always comes to me when she's super upset. The last time she cried to me, was when her FNN work got destroyed by her horrible horrible computer.) I tried my best to cheer her up.&lt;br /&gt;She left once my Dad called me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to pack her a lunch box, or give her a bottle of water, but was too shy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my moms birthday by eating dinner, with my sister of course ( who bought a cake btw).&lt;br /&gt;Did art for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Cut cake, made a lot of noise with the familia.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ugly Betty.&lt;br /&gt;My back is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm a born asshole. Not like you're not one too. Bleah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-6334437576326924046?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/6334437576326924046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=6334437576326924046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6334437576326924046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6334437576326924046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#6334437576326924046' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8868778063408313211</id><published>2007-07-07T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:42:24.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother is an inconsiderate sonofagun.&lt;br /&gt;So I got woken up by his piano playing, you know he has been playing the same fucking song for a month already so you can imagine how pissed off I was.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I keep hearing the same few notes/bars over and over again ( He has not finished the whole piece), and I don't blame him because he doesn't play the piano, but what the fuck ok, early in the morning, around 8 plus, plus it was raining so all the more I want to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;It still wasn't so bad because he was playing it with the soft paddle.&lt;br /&gt;Then he lifted up the soft paddle and decided to play it full blast.&lt;br /&gt;I came outta the room and asked him to "stop playing KANASAI."&lt;br /&gt;That still wasn't toooooo bad yet, then he came in took my air con remote to switch on or off his air con.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, then he fucking SHOVES the remote control by into its slot, obviously if you bang it down with That much force it'd just fall off.&lt;br /&gt;And it did fall off the holder with a loud crash on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even bother to pick up the fucking batteries and cover for the back and instead just stared at it for 5 seconds and closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, he comes it, takes my black chair from my table and starts pushing and making a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking inconsiderate, you are already taking my fucking things and you're so fucking rude.&lt;br /&gt;Well I still wasn't too pissed, instead I decided to just get my fat arse outta bed and do some art.&lt;br /&gt;After his tuition, he puts the chair back into my room.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to put it back properly.&lt;br /&gt;He freaking takes the chair away and throws the pillow on the floor expecting people to pick up after him.&lt;br /&gt;Ungrateful bad tempered stupid ass brat.&lt;br /&gt;Then he tries to put the chair back but my white chair and my maids beddings made the space to squeeze the chair through too narrow.&lt;br /&gt;"It can't go through" he leaves it there beside my white/computer chair and walks out.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;I really want to shake him and ask him what the fuck is his problem.&lt;br /&gt;He always makes things so difficult you know. It's not as if I had pissed him off, in fact I lent him my stuff and every single fucking saturday, he has to make it so hard for me to live.&lt;br /&gt;He throws the chair there, expects me to put it back to the table.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he stormed out of my room and went to talk to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I mean HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PUT SOME FUCKING BLACK FOLDABLE CHAIR BACK INTO ITS PLACE? JUST LIFT IT UP AND MOVE IT, IT ONLY TAKES WHAT? 30 SECONDS?&lt;br /&gt;I know, if it's so easy why don't I just do it.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind doing it except he has been acting like a little princess literally since morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed that I slammed my door and shouted what the fuck and locked it.&lt;br /&gt;He then tried to open my door after talking to my parents and said in one whole sentence "You dont want me to put back huh" and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch, fucking ungentlemenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you're going to be in such a bad mood if you've tuition in the morning, then fucking change the timing.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking inconsiderate princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is probably the only time he has pissed me off this badly in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he doesn't normally do this.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how some of my friends can stand their irritating siblings who are far worse than my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't wait to watch LIVE EARTH( or whatever is that global warming concert) John Mayer is performing ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8868778063408313211?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8868778063408313211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8868778063408313211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8868778063408313211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8868778063408313211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8868778063408313211' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-47929754875008706</id><published>2007-07-07T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:38:25.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I spent 2 hours with D in a computer lab. I figured that it'd be a good time to get to know each other better by friendstering as usual ( I would just like to say, that I only surf friendster hard core when I've nothing else to do, and it only happens in school.)&lt;br /&gt;After finding hot lesboz, ugly lezbos, ex girlfriends of ugly lezbos, ex girlfriend of slutty lezbos and so on. She was so bored that she had to go to www.funnyflash.com ( or something like that?).&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at  some stupid clip of Ron and Harry Bothering Snape.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Harry"&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm Ron."&lt;br /&gt;"Lets bother Snape"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I'm Snape, the Potions master"&lt;br /&gt;-Harry and Ron walks in "Bother bother bother x100 in a really faggy voice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decided to play Maggie Lau's Flash games.&lt;br /&gt;The cooking; Dai Pai Dong?&lt;br /&gt;Then the Office game.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she was incredibly lame as I searched for That 70s show on Dailymotion.com.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the schools lousy computer did not have Adobe, so I could not play the show and neither could I download Adobe. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up playing fucking Maggie Lau's games with D ok.&lt;br /&gt;I tried playing the cooking game, which I really sucked at.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the Office game ( D I finally completed the WHOLE thing at home!)&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the Facial Game.&lt;br /&gt;And half an hour before 2, I told D that I'd kill her.. or laugh.. or do something if we had stayed back after 2 just to complete a game.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 10 minutes before 2, D told me to play the Mcdonalds game.&lt;br /&gt;So we played the Mcdonalds game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what time it was when we were half way through the game ( We kept restarting cause I kept getting bankrupt.) It was 2.02pm.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the minister came to our school today, so yes that explains why our gray coloured school is slightly less gray. There are more than 30 Singapore related flags hung all around the school.&lt;br /&gt;So Many, so scary.&lt;br /&gt;You see multiple lion head flags being hung along the corridoor.&lt;br /&gt;And along the school gate/fence, there are poles with flags of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the Singapore History/SS corner, which is taking up so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah for contributing to Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;So since the school decided to light up the SS corner with many high voltage light bulbs thingums, the Principal or whoever, decided to switch a few of the canteen lights off.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an Ice cream stall situated in our school today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm postiviely sure that a particular teacher was rather Anal about the fat mass in our school canteen food, and wanted us to lose weight by removing all Mayo and stuff from the canteen. ( Left D in a very bad state btw. Angry too.)&lt;br /&gt;And now, they've this ice cream stall thing (which is only for a day though) BUT they've the best mini mart there is ever.&lt;br /&gt;That's probably the only thing I like about the school besides the Auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;The mini mart sells 8 days, Teenage and random crap magazines.&lt;br /&gt;And it has all sorts of machines inside too ; Mashpotato machine, Nachos machine, cookie machine, slurpie machine ( Okay I'm not sure about the last two but anyway..).&lt;br /&gt;It even sells Cup noodles, lots of junk food; chips and such.&lt;br /&gt;They actually set up the mini mart to prevent us from going opposite to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly pity the aunty opposite. I think half of her profit comes from the school girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, they also tried to beautify the already gray and rather colourless school by adding trees and potted plants. But honestly, the potted plant against a huge gray wall is just going to enhance its emptiness and grayness. It'll look pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Well too much critic, too little time, Hawhaw. Okay I've to say that, it's coming along rather well but there's a big question which is in many students heads " HOW THEY GET SO MUCH MONEY SO LITTLE TIME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Minister comes then got Moolah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I headed home to sleep, Twat came over in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;We read, talked, watched tv, ate, played computer games ( Oh my god, I continued my Maggie Lau's flash games yet again, and completed the Office game and Baby sitter game.)&lt;br /&gt;She left at around 11.30pm for home.&lt;br /&gt;After fetching her down and passing her, her new friend, her birthday present, a blue coloured sort of flat rabbit looking thing named Bloo (Blofawn for full)with a white heart (Which I had personally sew on, incredibly cute).&lt;br /&gt;I got home and carried on surfing the net and playing Maggie Lau's flash games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite an addiction but I've stopped, to blog.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to bed after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D you ahhhh... suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh we made Bloo wear Diapers .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-47929754875008706?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/47929754875008706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=47929754875008706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/47929754875008706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/47929754875008706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#47929754875008706' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2066973822482513033</id><published>2007-07-05T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:10:25.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://thebakedside.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell really really good muffins.&lt;br /&gt;You should buy it in bulk or for your friends, really worth it man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2066973822482513033?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2066973822482513033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2066973822482513033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2066973822482513033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2066973822482513033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2066973822482513033' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-406415533654702445</id><published>2007-07-05T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:50:15.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hyde "So we've to get 50 bins by midnight... and its thanks giving and all the stores are closed"&lt;br /&gt;Jackie "Have you wondered how you hair knows when to grow? And how far in your head does it go.. -looks around.. does it touch your brain?&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: Okay we've to get Jerrie Garcia here a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;Fes: Oh let the girl rap.. I like to think about My head&lt;br /&gt;Kelso: THATS IT! THATS THE NAME OF THE SHOP.. THE HEAD :D&lt;br /&gt;Donna: You know what will be cool. If we get like those things that carries the milk in them.. They're called crates... crapes.. CRAPES! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: That's a good idea but how are we going to get 50 crates by midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: How are we going to drink all that milk??.... (pause) I KNOW, we need 50 boxes of cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: No. we're going to steal them.&lt;br /&gt;Angie walks in&lt;br /&gt;Angie: So have you come up with anything?&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: Yeah yeah.. we just thought of a good idea, we're going out to get some......... erm.......... &lt;br /&gt;Donna: Crapes! Kelso : The head! Fes: Popperz! (together)&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: Uh right, uhh.. yeah okwe'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning&lt;br /&gt;Dad walks in&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What happened to the bins like the other stores have?&lt;br /&gt;Angie: Oh Daddy... erm I forgot to tell you that-&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: That it was my idea to use Crates instead of bins&lt;br /&gt;Dad: hmm? &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;Hyde: Cos you know, i thought it'd look cool like.. we stole it or something..&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ok we'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can tell what I've been doing besides studying, school and art.&lt;br /&gt;That 70s show .&lt;br /&gt;Hyde is still my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Chinese oral was quite a flop. I could not read the passage at all. But I didn't give up, instead I just gave some words which I did not know some sort of pronunciation. Sounded words. I was rather nervous and my attempt of wearing a hairband, looking cute and pathetic did not..exactly work. I guess my voice turned off the male teacher and he could not stop staring at his paper with his head down as he leaned on his arms (even during the coversation. Crazy rude biatch.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I conversed rather well, at least better than what I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. My passage was so badly done. I tried my best to read it as fluent as possible, but I couldn't help but stutter at words which I did not know and because of that, I tend to mispronunce some words which I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Train wreck of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tanya told me that as long as you open your mouth they'd pass you. &lt;br /&gt;Tanya then said "Yeah you should just go up to them and do this"&lt;br /&gt;Just picture her with her mouth wide open going "Ahh" &lt;br /&gt;Fucking moron. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna: Eric, I kissed the Milk man&lt;br /&gt;Kelson: Happy thanksgiving Forman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-406415533654702445?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/406415533654702445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=406415533654702445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/406415533654702445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/406415533654702445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#406415533654702445' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3479612570453807941</id><published>2007-07-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:36:04.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RouvVfN7MII/AAAAAAAAAqA/KSkf9MXrwCg/s1600-h/JG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RouvVfN7MII/AAAAAAAAAqA/KSkf9MXrwCg/s320/JG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349388109754498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jilly Greenberg.&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture extremely adorable, the orang utan looks funny beside Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like deleting the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summarise this post:&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Prank of Drapes&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;Twat&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo&lt;br /&gt;CSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3479612570453807941?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3479612570453807941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3479612570453807941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3479612570453807941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3479612570453807941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3479612570453807941' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RouvVfN7MII/AAAAAAAAAqA/KSkf9MXrwCg/s72-c/JG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-9013884791255267648</id><published>2007-07-02T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:01:29.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Twat and I headed to Cine Leisure to hopefully catch Jude's gig.&lt;br /&gt;We reached there at around 630 or 635?&lt;br /&gt;He told me that his slot was at 630, but apparently no one was on stage.&lt;br /&gt;The MC for the show was busy entertaining people by talking to the crowd and apologising for the band mates who were late.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know if that band was Judes so Twat and I just waited.. for an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;That was how late that band was.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise that the band was not Judes but some band called Rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but I absolutely find it pretty assholic when band members or bands come late.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are the guest band or not, the rock and roll attitude is so rude.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the whole Jrock scene is not my scene so maybe it's cool to be extremely late (not fashionably.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to NYDC to eat the most overpriced food of the century.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Cine's Japanese Fastfood restaurant to meet Nina and Co.&lt;br /&gt;A few of Nina's friends just got back from Thailand and one of them brought back a baby squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;It was so tiny, smaller than my hand and it still needs milk.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing when Twat told me that one of the girls smuggled it in by hiding it in her 2nd panties( she was wearing 2) to get pass the checking, body search and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's very hard to take care of such a young animal. If I'm not wrong, you've to feed it every two hours and let it sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat came over, watched half of the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. &lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the 6th movie to come out, where Malfoy cries only to end up bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I'm really panicking for art so try not to ask me out, I'll probably turn you down.&lt;br /&gt;If I've the time, I'll ask you out, or else that just means that I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-9013884791255267648?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/9013884791255267648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=9013884791255267648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/9013884791255267648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/9013884791255267648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#9013884791255267648' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1228130013154181092</id><published>2007-07-01T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:33:10.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The stench of the Coffeeshop owned by a Malay Family, still clings on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, Herbal Essence doesn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day doing my art and math tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 45 minute bus ride to Tampines mall, it left me both nauseous and with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;My head was throbbing and I swore to myself that it would be the last time I'm ever going to take a 45 minute bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was absolutely horrid.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vic, sat around as we watched young teenagers sing their heart outs, like they really want to be the next Teen Idol.&lt;br /&gt;Twat came to meet us, she was in a foul mood and her mood only took a 90degree turn after 2 hours and then another 90 degree turn after an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Charis did really well and yes, she did get in.&lt;br /&gt;(well duh, the rest really sucked. They were either off key, too damn nervous and off key or basically too damn nervous off key and had no stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to a Coffeeshop at Tanah Merah to eat supper/dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mama Ant then sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I must do tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;-draw&lt;br /&gt;-do Ms donut HW.&lt;br /&gt;-Call Cheng San and Sengkang Library&lt;br /&gt;-Do chemistry hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1228130013154181092?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1228130013154181092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1228130013154181092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1228130013154181092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1228130013154181092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1228130013154181092' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4762510688585778293</id><published>2007-06-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:06:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a minute ago, I was contemplating on whether I should send that email reflecting my feelings about my form teachers behaviour to my form teacher. I figured that since I was going to send her my testimonial, I might as well compliment her and tell her how her teaching/careful guidance has affected me and my classmates. Lol the line "I know that deep down inside there's a huge warm ball of fluff thats waiting to come out" kept running through my head, I had to resist the temptation of writing that down. (cause it didn't really make sense and she might feel insulted, she seems quite sensitive)&lt;br /&gt;I typed it all out, telling her how my classmates and I never want to dissapoint her and that we do understand that we're not exactly the easiest class to manage. I had wanted to talk about the stress she is probably under(the school system, my mom's in one, everyday she comes home pretty pissed off. Not because of the students but because of the system) but I didn't. I didn't want to sound like a smart alec and she might think that I'm quite fake at knowing what she is really going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about it, quite long and quite hard about whether I should send that. In the end, I ended up deleting the whole chunk. I felt like I was not sincere enough, maybe I had written that just to get back at her? To make her feel bad, which she is probably already feeling. ( A girl in my class cried uncontrollably, fainted on the floor and when she saw my form teachers face, she literally** crawled back in fear.) &lt;br /&gt;I do question her behaviour at times. And wonder why she gets so angry easily, or why she must make a girl cry and keep crying while she scolds her for not bringing her worksheet or for not being smart.&lt;br /&gt;She really has her ways with words. Sometimes, after spending an hour and 40 minutes with her, I'll feel really drained. &lt;br /&gt;She questions if we live our lives right and if what we are doing now is going to benefit the future. All these questions really left me feeling empty and pretty useless.&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if I felt like I wasn't living my life right.&lt;br /&gt;Then she has the motivational part which is "then live it right from now on"&lt;br /&gt;Which I really can't find the answer for. How can I live my life right? completely right?&lt;br /&gt;I find it impossible.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I don't want to listen to her and may delude myself in thinking that it's a load of bullshit, but it gets to me, and it really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;But then I really question, is she living her life right?&lt;br /&gt;I think as long as you are happy and as long as the people around you are happy, then you are living your life right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always asks us about "what would Jesus say if he sees us not doing our math homework, or copying a friends work?"&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to shoot the question back "What would Jesus say if he sees you scolding a terrified girl, a child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against her, in fact, I think she is a nice and very down to earth. She's smart too. &lt;br /&gt;But I guess, everyone can't help but put their own personality in the way they teach us. That's why teachers are different. That's why their teaching styles are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still do disagree in how she handles some things. It's just a personal opinion. Doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ARGH, STUPID 3.5KM TOMORROW. KNS.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4762510688585778293?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4762510688585778293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4762510688585778293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4762510688585778293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4762510688585778293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4762510688585778293' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5151708246872244098</id><published>2007-06-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:15:46.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My morning didn't really start off well.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up earlier than usual, as Ann wanted to meet me at 6.55, to go to school. Only to wait for 10 minutes at the side of the main road, looking like a zombie and feeling like one too.&lt;br /&gt;Once E and the rest reached, I got even more pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is giving me a lift and I should be thankful for it, and I am.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a huge chunk explaining myself, but I figured that it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, poor Ann baby woke up at 7 plus, Lol. so E, glyn Kong and I took the bus to school.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel better Saegor and I still love you very much, I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why E never fails to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay most of her jokes are pretty corny so it doesnt make me laugh really hard, but this being herself just really made me laugh real hard.)&lt;br /&gt;So Mrs B did not come to school today.&lt;br /&gt;We had a question on Macbeth, except the whole class was not told to bring Macbeth so most of the class headed to the library to use the computers, read books, sleep and such.&lt;br /&gt;E, D and I used the computers and searched for my blog and read the test.&lt;br /&gt;I told them to make a test after I talked about my test. &lt;br /&gt;D was pretty excited and got into the whole Ego self thing immediately.&lt;br /&gt;(Hahhaha, just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;E reluctantly did one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What should I call my test?&lt;br /&gt;V: Birds great test?&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh ok&lt;br /&gt;V: yeah -points at the screen. See the example there says Bobs great test, so you can follow that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we carried on doing our own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;V turns around (She was stuck at the first question and could not think of a single question about herself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;V: Just write like who did I spend my holidays with or smething? Eme wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Huh but I spent it with --- like so loser ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;E: What do I want to be when I grow up... (types in a bunch of options&lt;br /&gt;V:haha ok good.&lt;br /&gt;E: actually I want to be all of that leh. &lt;br /&gt;V: LOL WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making their stupid tests (yes la quite stupid. I mean how would you know what's my greatest fear and all that shit right.) we started to friendster hot lesbians, unhot lesbians and basically people with a good social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: YAH LOOK AT HER. THIS IS HER SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY LEH. ITS LIKE ON TOP OF ORGANISING A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY SOMEMORE INVITE SO MANY PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;E: O.O yeah looks so difficult.... I dont have that many friends.&lt;br /&gt;V: LOL WTF?! YOU MAKE YOURSELF SOUND DAMN LOSER?&lt;br /&gt;E: WHAT, IT'S TRUE WHAT. The hard part is inviting the people. Cause there's not enough to invite.&lt;br /&gt;V: Lol quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay my uncle just came into my house. KM's brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I waited for what? 20 minutes for a fucking bus.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was melting.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Only to draw a pencil, watch tv, sleep, and do some photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, something has been bugging me recently.&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I will cover myself with the blanket, only to feel hot and think about the future.&lt;br /&gt;About O levels.&lt;br /&gt;About My art O levels especially. Thinking "Oh my goodness, four weeks time and I've  to stop."&lt;br /&gt;My heart would start to race and I would start to break out in cold sweat (is that even the right term) and.. yes I'd panick.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would think about "how can I make myself sleep"&lt;br /&gt;The thought or running suddenly becomes so appealing and I get even more excited.&lt;br /&gt;I really so dearly, want to lose that layer of fats around my butt.&lt;br /&gt;My arse is getting a little bigger, which is not good.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I might get stretch lines, which isn't that pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;"If only the condo's gym is open till midnight. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've a pretty high aim for my O levels which I really hope I can acheive.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really worried about is probably Lit and English.&lt;br /&gt;And a bit for Maths and Humans.&lt;br /&gt;But not too much on art or science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chinese, my god, that subject is almost as if God made it for me to not do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;But I MUST NOT GIVE UP HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;I STILL HAVE CHINESE ORALZ AND LISTENING COMPREHENSION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5151708246872244098?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5151708246872244098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5151708246872244098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5151708246872244098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5151708246872244098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5151708246872244098' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1253144030644861101</id><published>2007-06-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:34:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/626388"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/626388/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh this is gonna be fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1253144030644861101?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1253144030644861101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1253144030644861101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1253144030644861101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1253144030644861101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1253144030644861101' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4139190311592653895</id><published>2007-06-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:11:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RoEB_GE2AeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iQSRSbUD6p0/s1600-h/DSC03564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RoEB_GE2AeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iQSRSbUD6p0/s320/DSC03564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080344038124945890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;Abby came out on the wantondooles blog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Fantastic 4 rise of the silver surfer. I found it better than the first fantastic 4 movie.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch/dinner with Niania and Twat, we ate japanese food :)&lt;br /&gt;Then bought some gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a very fun day though it kinda left me pretty exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4139190311592653895?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4139190311592653895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4139190311592653895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4139190311592653895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4139190311592653895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4139190311592653895' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RoEB_GE2AeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iQSRSbUD6p0/s72-c/DSC03564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4479881747938409621</id><published>2007-06-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:14:23.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I hate my tutor?&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't especially if he is &lt;br /&gt;a)naggier than any woman I've ever met in my life&lt;br /&gt;b)naggier than my mom&lt;br /&gt;c)cynical and narrow minded&lt;br /&gt;d)believes that making a mistake is a sign of hopelessness and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;e)barely encouraging and worse than my form teacher (just imagine, yes just imagine)&lt;br /&gt;f)a homophob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about my art almost as if it is the worst thing on earth. Or rather, the vibe he gives, is the typical "Its gonna get you no where". Well, what the fuck, I'm still 16, I've not exactly planned out what I want to be in 20 yrs time. Of course I do say "I want to do something which involes art" &lt;br /&gt;I won't say that it's just a dream and impossible to reach. Anyone can reach anything as long as he/she has the passion for it, the determination and the talent also helps.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate it when people have the mind set that art is gonna get you no where.&lt;br /&gt;If art is going to get you no where, then what are advertisments for?&lt;br /&gt;Wall paper design?&lt;br /&gt;Web design?&lt;br /&gt;Furniture design?&lt;br /&gt;Illustration for books?&lt;br /&gt;Art does not mean that one has to be a painter for the rest of his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;For an artist to succeed (According to my sis.. or someone , i can't remember), he/she just needs to paint something rather unsual and nice to look at, and get rich old men to buy his/her piece at 20 000 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;And once word goes around, you will soon get 50 yr old men approaching you buying your pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It also helps if you've a pretty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on another note. I went to the Tuas incineration plant today.&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember staring at the huge heap of garbage below me and watching the men use the crane to transport the refuse into the furnace. For some reason, I found this excursion quite enjoyable. Better than the zoo... thats probably cause you can go to the zoo anytime and you can't exactly go to the incineration plant anytime.&lt;br /&gt;The crane which carried the garbage,looked exactly like a particular arcade game which requires you to use buttons to move a gadget to pick up your favourite soft toy,and throwing it into the opening where you'll be able to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;The control room was a whole different world.&lt;br /&gt;The computer looked so different and most of the workers were men. &lt;br /&gt;I remembered E saying "look at them, as if they never see girls before."&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jounrney there and back took 2 hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone had a good sleep, especially Ann and D whose mouths were hanging wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, going to call Twat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4479881747938409621?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4479881747938409621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4479881747938409621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4479881747938409621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4479881747938409621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4479881747938409621' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4489610501881708493</id><published>2007-06-24T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T11:10:23.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6g0XGKuC-ek"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6g0XGKuC-ek" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbopckQbp1Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbopckQbp1Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL FCKING FUNNY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad are so cute, they just emailed me from Scandanavia and sent me their lovey dovey photos. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uGH... FIRST MATH TUITION IN WHAT? 2 MONTHS? TODAY. LATER AT 1130. X_X&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather reluctant to sit down and study with a tutor, though I know it's pretty much gonna be havoc a little since my parents aren't around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4489610501881708493?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4489610501881708493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4489610501881708493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4489610501881708493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4489610501881708493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4489610501881708493' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8646458237865588548</id><published>2007-06-23T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:43:21.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUST DO ART NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY T, E, EME, TANYA THE LEZBO, SAEGOR BIRTHDAY PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATHE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8646458237865588548?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8646458237865588548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8646458237865588548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8646458237865588548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8646458237865588548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8646458237865588548' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7850147558283476594</id><published>2007-06-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:37:02.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rnt0JWE2AdI/AAAAAAAAApw/rfK1ABNq1HA/s1600-h/21876459560878l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rnt0JWE2AdI/AAAAAAAAApw/rfK1ABNq1HA/s320/21876459560878l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078780708683907538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat looks like a monk, spot her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw my term 3 time table. So I guess we are suppose to follow that.. right?&lt;br /&gt;orhney is smelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7850147558283476594?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7850147558283476594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7850147558283476594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7850147558283476594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7850147558283476594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7850147558283476594' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rnt0JWE2AdI/AAAAAAAAApw/rfK1ABNq1HA/s72-c/21876459560878l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3221393231679861391</id><published>2007-06-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:12:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kOAcJLck6U/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kOAcJLck6U/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move into someone else's place stare into some others eyes. and soon you'll realise. that you didnt need another kind of green to know. youre on the right side. i'm on the right side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially look like an indian, no I'm not any tanner nor have my accent changed, but I've the dot, that significant dot on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Except it's not on my forehead but my nose (or as Ann says "Suarkoos ogre noseeee -inserts saegor face").&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think of facial, it gets me all excited and yet I do feel nervous. I love the face massage and just the thought of someone touching my face really relaxes me (yah lah sounds creepy. Obviously your hands must be clean. And No, I hate it when my friends touch my face. cause they're fucking dirty.)&lt;br /&gt;But I get nervous when I think of the squeezing. &lt;br /&gt;My mom said "My goodness, it feels like they're cutting your face into a million pieces"&lt;br /&gt;Which is true, so I usually ask them to stop once I can't feel my hands. (My little fists would tighten so much that once I relax them they'd immediately turn warm, and there'll be this hot sensation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my day..&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I met Twat and headed to the Sengkang library where we started shelving for 6 hours including the extra long break which we took.&lt;br /&gt;The LA (librarian assistant (how do you spell that..hmmm.. Le chat?) told me that it may seem easy but it's actually difficult. I immediately agrreed with her. And what's the worst thing is that there are always books to shelve. Outta the 20+ hours which I've done for the past few days, there were only 2 times when I need not shelve; when there were no books.&lt;br /&gt;She carried on "Yes and the worst part is that we've to work from either 9am-5 or 12-9"&lt;br /&gt;T_T yeah okay, at least they earn money ok. I work from 12-7 and I dont earn a single cent and I'm doing the same amount of work as them.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I try to work slower, by shelving the books slower to conserve whatever energy I might be conserving. But it hardly works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after CIP, we met Akiko and went down to talk for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Twat and I then headed to Siloso's Tripizza for Ann's surprise birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;Sam paid for everything, thank you, give Ann big angpow on her birthday cause my uncreative mind cant come up with any present.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Riane, Nats, Sam, Ann, Lydia, JY, Cheryl were there.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great and probably overpriced. Well since when was stuff from sentosa not overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Twat home, cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my parents are not in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3221393231679861391?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3221393231679861391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3221393231679861391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3221393231679861391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3221393231679861391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3221393231679861391' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8781483552839530087</id><published>2007-06-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:19:20.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this is how working feels like.&lt;br /&gt;Shelving books for 8 hours really left me tired and so exhausted that I've barely any energy  to blog.&lt;br /&gt;What is there even to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;I shelved books for 8 hours today, and oh my god, something really exciting happened today.. I sheleved the book on the wrong shelf!!!&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad yesterday cause Twat was with me.&lt;br /&gt;Today I did 7 hours alone.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the toilet alone.&lt;br /&gt;Shelved alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn massage.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow facial and painting, can't wait!:)&lt;br /&gt;For now, rest.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at 130 for the past few days, not good for health. So today, I'm prolly gonna sleep at 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8781483552839530087?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8781483552839530087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8781483552839530087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8781483552839530087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8781483552839530087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8781483552839530087' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2658542886644853466</id><published>2007-06-18T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:34:57.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnWBcGE2AcI/AAAAAAAAApo/D3C8r9nx2jM/s1600-h/emv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnWBcGE2AcI/AAAAAAAAApo/D3C8r9nx2jM/s320/emv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077106474597351874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww,&lt;br /&gt;I love you belly much Emoooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I know, dont we look good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one: You look at him/her and see if you like what you see&lt;br /&gt;Step two: Try to fit in by being extra friendly towards their friends then her/him.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: If all else fails, walk away, there's no point impressing someone who clearly does not acknowledge your presence.&lt;br /&gt;Step four: Grab a burger and a large coke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are ants crawling around my table.. it is pretty freaky.&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored, I need to find a new friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2658542886644853466?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2658542886644853466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2658542886644853466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2658542886644853466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2658542886644853466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2658542886644853466' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnWBcGE2AcI/AAAAAAAAApo/D3C8r9nx2jM/s72-c/emv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-872508979577512987</id><published>2007-06-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:29:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sexy Em is finally 16. I don't know if turning 16 makes anyone feel more special or less. Cause to me, it makes no difference. Except that teachers are now able to scold you by saying "You're already 16 not 15! Grow up"&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you're 40, still living with your parents who has a box for a mind and barely have any opinions of your own and you're asking me to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been really.. tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day at church, lunching with my family.&lt;br /&gt;The usual topics that goes on during dinner and lunch time; future jobs, how to become a dictator, evaluate the current maid, talk about previous maids, Compare the current maid and the previous maids and rank which is best, complain about the school system, discuss about the Goverment in Singapore and insulting my mom's bad habits (watching too much tv.&lt;br /&gt;I helped my mom shop for clothes today, from 3.30 all the way to 7. Helped my brother find for clothes and my sister joined us much later to get a bag.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to coffeebean for mocha, coffee and ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;Finally bought my head scarf, which I really really really like. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I can't believe I spent about 4 hours or more shopping for other peoples things.&lt;br /&gt;It was exhausting but I guess this is my way of returning the favours my mom had made for me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at around 9, only to find out why Daddy had not wanted to shop with us. He had left for India, without telling anyone besides my mom, who obviously forgot about the flight. &lt;br /&gt;T_T Best fathers day gift huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;Something special that happened 2 nights ago, my Dad called me smart for figuring out that fathers day is not special and that it's just another marketing scheme to get you girlies to buy big sunflowers for your daddys or new golf clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It's true that you will miss something once you lose it. JM brain washing meeee. hak.]&lt;br /&gt;P.S: MY PARENTS WILL BE OUT OF TOWN FOR TWO WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New piercings? Maybe, probably, yes. Saegor, birthday present new naval piercing, lip piercing, neck piercing, nipple piercings? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought, nothing really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-872508979577512987?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/872508979577512987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=872508979577512987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/872508979577512987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/872508979577512987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#872508979577512987' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4656451756041646615</id><published>2007-06-15T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:54:47.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnKZO2E2AbI/AAAAAAAAApg/dcokAE6g17Q/s1600-h/679046_CD_L_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnKZO2E2AbI/AAAAAAAAApg/dcokAE6g17Q/s320/679046_CD_L_F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076288210313019826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, I'm a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, happiness kinda leaves me confused and gives me.. yes mixed emotions.. I remember this phrase, someone wrote it in a book or said it or something. It was something like; When I was happy I found it a complete waste of time, cause I did not learn anything and it did no good.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was from Little Miss Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I bought the above album. ^^ ke ke ke.&lt;br /&gt;Very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet raspy soft voice is filling my room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Twat early in the morning to shelf books at the Hougang library.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 excruciating hours I've learnt that the skinny malay lady who helped me with the shelving was from Sarawak and that Shelving books ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;The children section was horrible, everything was outta place. The lady who went by the name of Sabah (short form.) was really frustrated. She told me how she had arranged all the books early in the morning and now it's all messed up. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed to Sengkang's Pizza hut to eat yet another plate of disgusting meatball spaghetti. It tasted gross. The spicy drumlets tasted good, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Sengkang's library.&lt;br /&gt;Made appointments with the library lady.&lt;br /&gt;Twat's really sweet, she's going to do CIP with me for 2 days, each day 7-8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;She came over after walking under the hot sun, which made me a little ditsy, and thus I had random spasms which pissed her off.&lt;br /&gt;"WHat"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it, very embarrassing"&lt;br /&gt;"=( you feel embarrassed with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;-_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori: You.. you.. youu.... look like.. A BAHZHANG! Baby BaZhang.&lt;br /&gt;Twat: O_o What?! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at my place, oh my gawd, my maid started knocking on my door, shouting "Sarah sarah, Watch tv, watch tv"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH. KNS.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, Twat couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And and, I dreamt that I was an inventor and I was just like Willy Wonka, except I make toys to shoot candy.&lt;br /&gt;:) Willieee wonkaah.&lt;br /&gt;She had her dinner at my place with me.&lt;br /&gt;Laid around my bed, did some touch up on domo-on-my-wall (So dumbasses who come to my house often; Lizard, T, Eme (Esp you violent shit) you better not be dumb as to lean your back on it), talked and danced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hypocrite, and I really hate it.. Makes me feel no different from Gossipgirl, Shopgirl, Shopaholic (Hahhaa those are books right?)&lt;br /&gt;My god, Do you know that Doralynn Tan reads Glamor girls, or Shop girls, or some bitch book?&lt;br /&gt;So disgusting ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered she was checking some Bitch book.&lt;br /&gt;And Ann and I were insulting the book only to realise that our friend was seriously reading it.&lt;br /&gt;"YUCK SO DISGUSTING"&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha. Those books are a waste of time, just like the book "The whole business with Kiffo and the pitbull" The worst book I've read in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I need to exercise. For the past few nights, I've been wanting to exercise.. except my timing is always so bad. I usually only get the urge at around 11 or 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I don't exactly want to jog at that time and risk getting raped just for wanting a hot bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bod bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I'm a crazy fan girl for only you, John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: I know that I keep, using, commas, and, that its, not, right, but, just, ignore, it, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4656451756041646615?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4656451756041646615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4656451756041646615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4656451756041646615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4656451756041646615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4656451756041646615' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RnKZO2E2AbI/AAAAAAAAApg/dcokAE6g17Q/s72-c/679046_CD_L_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1957300324739608794</id><published>2007-06-15T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:04:21.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried my best to wake up early today but I couldn't instead, I woke up at around 10.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that it was because of yesterday morning or the day before, that have made waking up early so difficult. Yesterday I woke up at around 11, and my god, was it bad for health or what.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to erm, touch up on some clouds, which seriously needed much more touchup.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Twats new place!&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a hotel, a small one, not too big, very cozy, very nice, very perfect except that she shares her room with her brother.&lt;br /&gt;We then left her place for Town.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jon, Alyssa and Alyssa's friend, whose name I can't seem to remember.. Then again, i don't think she introduced herself.&lt;br /&gt;Dined at MOS burger.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, got rather angry and found it a waste of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I don't find a point in the outing and hate it even more when I'm not enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;At least when I go out, I've a purpose, and that's to shop, to meet my mom for lunch, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least when I go out, not knowing what to do, I still end up enjoying myself by spassing or stonning with a couple of friends. Yes on carbon monoxide and a lot of pollution.&lt;br /&gt;But my mood drastically improved and took a 180degree turn once I bought a top from GAP.&lt;br /&gt;Only 9.90, and thanks to my petite size, I can wear it as a dress and be a skank! (I kinda like that word. Skankkk. You skank!)&lt;br /&gt;Walked to a few places, first was Far East (And for those who know me well, knows that I hate that place. It smells bad, the people are gross, it smells bad. And the only reason why I go there it either to shop [stuff's cheap]or eat chippys or eat kebab or because all my friends are there lining up for a fried mars bar) then Tangs then Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some food back, which tasted really good.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Tv and ate our dinner using our hands. Not everythings moved to her new place and not everything is bought yet. Her moms bedroom has a bedframe, some stuff and no mattress, so yes you can guess that we didn't have spoons at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv, spassed around, got bored.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see her mom and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think her mom looks like my mom except much skinnier, different face shape. But equally as fair.&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed home after prison break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down to the hougang library to do CIP tomorrow with Twat.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and say hi, unless you've food or belated birthday presents for me.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1957300324739608794?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1957300324739608794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1957300324739608794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1957300324739608794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1957300324739608794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1957300324739608794' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1239793282257679484</id><published>2007-06-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:05:07.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4ZWE2AWI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b5OGKc8RaHo/s1600-h/DSC07929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4ZWE2AWI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b5OGKc8RaHo/s320/DSC07929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548419376152930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatible.&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally as tall, both have big noses and fat cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally as weird and DS.&lt;br /&gt;HAW HAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4ZmE2AXI/AAAAAAAAApA/YBS4lXu0HoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4ZmE2AXI/AAAAAAAAApA/YBS4lXu0HoQ/s320/IMG_1362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548423671120242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4Z2E2AYI/AAAAAAAAApI/9XXa8iDeaXE/s1600-h/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4Z2E2AYI/AAAAAAAAApI/9XXa8iDeaXE/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548427966087554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4aGE2AZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IJuGGZZ0k04/s1600-h/DSC07940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4aGE2AZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IJuGGZZ0k04/s320/DSC07940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548432261054866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4aWE2AaI/AAAAAAAAApY/65R8SHTAlGw/s1600-h/DSC07949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4aWE2AaI/AAAAAAAAApY/65R8SHTAlGw/s320/DSC07949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548436556022178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae and John Mayer opens the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the medicine man?&lt;br /&gt;I heard that he can cure my heart.&lt;br /&gt;A love potion or maybe armour to protect whats mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cupids arrow can't shoot through.&lt;br /&gt;Not again&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr Medicine man&lt;br /&gt;Can you mend my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me back whats mine&lt;br /&gt;And kill the cupid for shooting that arrow.&lt;br /&gt;Child listen&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you back something that was never yours&lt;br /&gt;Cupid is blind&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;I can't mend whats not been broken&lt;br /&gt;I can't make a love potion&lt;br /&gt;For you see, I can't find your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1239793282257679484?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1239793282257679484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1239793282257679484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1239793282257679484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1239793282257679484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1239793282257679484' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/Rm_4ZWE2AWI/AAAAAAAAAo4/b5OGKc8RaHo/s72-c/DSC07929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4183427453554675679</id><published>2007-06-13T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:53:06.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DE9llClgTqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DE9llClgTqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;THIS MAD 15 YR OLD CALLED VICTORIA HAD SEX WITH 300 MEN.&lt;br /&gt;(SOUNDS DAMN STUPID I KNOW, BUT REALLY VERY WEIRD..)&lt;br /&gt;Her mom is called vicky and her mom calls the kid Tori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUXPWQ-wTVg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUXPWQ-wTVg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parody, was laughing my arse off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like changing my URL, start another blog, or something.-shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, not trying to sound big headed, but I feel like there are so many unwanted people reading my posts.&lt;br /&gt;And half the time, I'm unable to post what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at around 7plus, my friends started to pour into my house to have.. yes my birthday potluck. (to further celebrate my glorious sweet sixteen; hurhur, no it's just an excuse to watch a good movie and eat.)&lt;br /&gt;Paddy, Zoe, Eme, Muriz, Twat, N, Tania, Charis and I hope I did not miss anyone out, came over to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie which starred Jim Carrey and Kate Wins-? in it. Good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the movie, Charis came in with a birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my surprise, was actually a human being, a guest, maybe.. I thought, a John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES LO AND BEHOLD!&lt;br /&gt;It was Vic.&lt;br /&gt;-___-" Hahhahaa, he came in with a birthday cake from Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream mango flavour, really tasted damn good.&lt;br /&gt;C took out another cake, shaped of a mushroom, extremely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cheese cake, and yes it looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Like a fluff.&lt;br /&gt;Ate watched spassed, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling down pants, dancing, talking, laughing, playing Happy Family (Eme was the pregnant mom).&lt;br /&gt;She gave birth to The pig, who was one eye blind.&lt;br /&gt;Zoe gave birth to a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing smart to say ( I've to start painting tomorrow, no more excuses Tori, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;What I hate abt my birthday is that, it's an indication that half my holidays are gone and I've not been doing anything extremely productive.&lt;br /&gt;That scares me, a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4183427453554675679?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4183427453554675679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4183427453554675679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4183427453554675679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4183427453554675679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4183427453554675679' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-2655255541703144658</id><published>2007-06-12T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:53:34.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had quite a lot of fun last night.&lt;br /&gt;Eme, T, Twat and I got a ride from Pris' godma.&lt;br /&gt;It's now called the lesbian car or something.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Met N, Paddy, Chev, Zoe, Tania, Ju, Akira, Desmond, Ann, Paddy at Plaza Singapura's Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;Spazzed, Ate, made a hell lot of noise playing the "ding and dong" game. &lt;br /&gt;Headed to Play at around 9 plus?&lt;br /&gt;The party only got going at around 1030, except no one dared to dance.&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, being my friends, had to entertain themselves by playing catching, chop chilli chop chilli chop chop chop (FUCKING HILARIOUS I TELL YOU. ALL 5-6 OF THEM WERE DOING DIFFERENT ACTIONS, ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS).&lt;br /&gt;Most of them left at around 12 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and when it was 12am, they all crowded around me, and I can't remember who, think it was L and T or Ann? that carried me up, holding both my legs, and everyone started singing happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;Sat on Ann's shoulder at one part of the party and started uh, jumping aroudn and dancing?&lt;br /&gt;Twat was like a bullet train, she couldn't stop dancing, as if her shoes were possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a drunk girl, saw many ugly butches, saw hot girls, danced with a random girl, met Twats friends and socialised, saw two andros making out (yes it's like seeing two hot gay boys making out for some reason.).&lt;br /&gt;Left with Ann, Twat,Tania and Eme.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the opposite coffeeshop to have supper.&lt;br /&gt;That is when we saw the drunk girl again, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;Tania, Eme, Twat and I headed to Ann's place to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;She had 2 queen size beds and a single bed (except she couldn't get the single mattress and that bitch lied to me and slept on a sleeping bag in the end).&lt;br /&gt;at around 5 in the morning, HEY HEY YOU YOU I CAN BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND song started started to play on full volume, it pissed me off and woke me up but it didn't wake Twat up. (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Managed to wake her up, Tania and her left.&lt;br /&gt;Then I slept beside Eme and I saw her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I managed to sleep beside Twat on a bed o_O&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that there's this girl who received 1k just to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I received a little surprised when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;On my computer table, sat a skinny black tie and a note.&lt;br /&gt;"try the cake xox bird"&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;She made it of course.&lt;br /&gt;She actually went all the way to my place to pass me my birthday present. Love you love you plenty many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-2655255541703144658?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/2655255541703144658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=2655255541703144658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2655255541703144658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/2655255541703144658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#2655255541703144658' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-1510778279575770738</id><published>2007-06-11T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:24:06.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.herstory.ws/grrrls/butchhunt/body_main_07.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Annual butch hunt is this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a participant called AKIRA (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) &lt;br /&gt;So I guess Akira should go and then theres a participant who was from my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-1510778279575770738?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/1510778279575770738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=1510778279575770738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1510778279575770738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/1510778279575770738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#1510778279575770738' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8369867775776351699</id><published>2007-06-10T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:24:57.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnlTMQMIlIk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnlTMQMIlIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FUCKING BRILLIANT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8369867775776351699?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8369867775776351699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8369867775776351699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8369867775776351699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8369867775776351699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8369867775776351699' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7402416593323120697</id><published>2007-06-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:36:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMIaApFCLu8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMIaApFCLu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song really melts me, her voice brings about some sense of calmness and puts me at ease. And her lyrics are absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few albums I must get by tomorrow or the day after:&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer Trios TRY&lt;br /&gt;and Corinne Bailey Raes Album.&lt;br /&gt;And If I'm in a good mood I'd get another Hotel Costes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excited about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a lazy sunday.. just waiting for monday..&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 hours on the phone, conferencing with the 2 weirdest people which I know; Eme and T.&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, who would've thought we'd be conferencing on the phone, Hahhaa yes weird combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gakk Celeste Chen was on the front page news.. it made me a little sick. But I guess the cute, slutty, bitchy, casual and entertaining( well not to me) posts were good enough for the press.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7402416593323120697?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7402416593323120697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7402416593323120697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7402416593323120697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7402416593323120697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7402416593323120697' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-924758653957325850</id><published>2007-06-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:25:36.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I REALLY WANT TO GET JOHN MAYERS TRIO ALBUM.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan sent me a song; another kind of green. And I basically heard heaven.&lt;br /&gt;He is.. yes pretty orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;This was what Nat came up with:&lt;br /&gt;"ohh sexy voice john mayer..oh yeaa i wish i was the mike..no wait i want to be the guitar..oh yea put those fingers on me just the way you like it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fucker.&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, if I could be any object which John Mayer owns, it wouldn't be his mike or his boxers or his porn magazine, but his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;He probably treats his guitar better than a lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-924758653957325850?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/924758653957325850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=924758653957325850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/924758653957325850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/924758653957325850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#924758653957325850' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-6896829819742453554</id><published>2007-06-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:12:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored, seriously bored.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like painting cause I've been painting for the past hour. I know, it is not even long, but I feel like there's this art block once again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bored or maybe I'm just feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;With the Killers blasting on full volume, I can't stop typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking my back just to know your name.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight. Never thought I'd let a rumour ruin my moonlight. Well somebody told me that you had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to finish my book now.&lt;br /&gt;andddd&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pending on her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yes a weird sense of emptyness.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-6896829819742453554?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/6896829819742453554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=6896829819742453554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6896829819742453554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/6896829819742453554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#6896829819742453554' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4224199110169363670</id><published>2007-06-07T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:51:41.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I figured that I must be more organised. And that means, me being like E.&lt;br /&gt;E always has her day fully planned out.&lt;br /&gt;"Later I'm going to the Gym. Then I'm going out with my mother to do this and that. Then I'm going home to sleep and study 2 chapters of math"&lt;br /&gt;And yes she gets everything done. Every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite the opposite of that.&lt;br /&gt;"Today I'm going to finish half of my prep work."&lt;br /&gt;Two days later&lt;br /&gt;"I've only finished 2 sketches. :$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it's good that I actually mention things that I want to do, and actually sorta plan to do.. cause I will somehow stick to it.. more or less..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've to meet up with T and Eme and go to the police station to settle old business.&lt;br /&gt;That means I won't be attending art, yet again. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we're going to shop at Crocodile cause there's a 50% sale.-_- honestly, the only person I know who wears Crocodile is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Probably gonna spazz..&lt;br /&gt;I've to buy a nice toy gun to sketch.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll finish most of my angel drawings.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll drop by Saegors place to take pictures for my art; staircase, rabbit, her shrek face and maybe even her sister. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Stop eating cookies you fatso.&lt;br /&gt;-___- I can't help it, I probably ate about 12 cookies today, they taste so good. They are pretty expansive and they're my brother's. And they're soft yet crunchy and the chocolate in it is both sweet and smooth. It really tastes like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's that huge tray of sinful brownies in my oven now. Everytime I go to the kitchen, I'll pinch out half a brownie to eat. And By the way, the brownie is fucking diabetic and is too sweet for Anyones good.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I only ate 2 proper meals and A whole load of junk food. Sweet stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4224199110169363670?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4224199110169363670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4224199110169363670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4224199110169363670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4224199110169363670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4224199110169363670' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3729226803601862345</id><published>2007-06-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:17:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8VoeL3O1XE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8VoeL3O1XE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words, what the fck?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MU8uZ7QFLFo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MU8uZ7QFLFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTJGWYk4Kyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTJGWYk4Kyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit Paris Hilton really reminds me of bryan boy over here. With the whole shoulder thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a bad song..not to mention, a very bad music video too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And D, I checked out the Superstar guy you were talking about, and he's not tt good looking -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3729226803601862345?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3729226803601862345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3729226803601862345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3729226803601862345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3729226803601862345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3729226803601862345' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7099587420678396541</id><published>2007-06-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:20:36.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really feel like a ba boo seng, Singh? I've not washed my hair with shampoo for two days. Sounds hell gross, and yes it is hell gross. I've not washed my hair with shampoo because there's no shampoo in the toilet. Why there's no shampoo? Because we've finished using Herbal Essence. Why don't I replace it? Because the cupboard ran outta shampoo too. Why don't a buy new shampoo? Because I've convinced myself that the maid will do so the next day. Apparently, two days have passed, and there's still no shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really must talk to Lyn about this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day with Twat.&lt;br /&gt;She and her on off mood swings, really, piss, me, off, like, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like you wanna stab her with a fucking knife and twist it round and round.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that psycho.&lt;br /&gt;But I've learnt to not think about it too much. As in her temper.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I provoke her even more, just to get a kick outta it all.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ann the shrek in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to the nearby mama shop to spaz, puff, ate, drank, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we do is argue, it gets well tiring. I don't understand. Maybe I really am a very hard person to be with? &lt;br /&gt;I admit that I do neglect you, but that's just who I am. There are things that have to be done, yeah I can do it after we meet or before, but if you have not realised every time we go out, we'd spend almost the whole day together. And when I've free time, I'm always stuck with work. Thats why I sent the details of the party when I was with you. It's so fucking difficult. &lt;br /&gt;And it really Fucking Fucking Fucking sucks when I can't meet your expectations. &lt;br /&gt;Yes you deserve so much more, and I can't give you that much. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't give you that much attention. &lt;br /&gt;Think about this, I spent 10 minutes talking to my friend while I lie beside me, then you get mad, and you don't talk to me for the next 2 hours. In the end, you not talking to me, will cause us to lose 2 precious hours of spending time together. Does it really help, giving the cold shoulder? Does it make you feel any better? Because I really feel like fucking shit when you do so. &lt;br /&gt;It's abusive and very cruel, I hope you realise.&lt;br /&gt;I am also to blame, and I'm not pushing the blame to you, but just think for a moment ok.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for what I've done, for causing you the pain and torture. For basically not meeting your expectations. I'm not asking you not to expect anything from me, but just.. god, I guess it'll never be easy to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry not at you, but at myself. (Hah I know it sounds really cliche or whatever. But it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering, yes I still love you. Even if I want to stab you. (obviously, a joke... -inserts straight face.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7099587420678396541?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7099587420678396541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7099587420678396541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7099587420678396541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7099587420678396541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7099587420678396541' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5974807700283017379</id><published>2007-06-06T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:49:33.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that she doesn't love me as much as before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5974807700283017379?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5974807700283017379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5974807700283017379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5974807700283017379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5974807700283017379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5974807700283017379' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-680876722008611865</id><published>2007-06-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:12:01.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the lit seminar/talk in town, I headed to Lido to catch Shrek 3 alone.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, I bumped into Zoe, and had quite a good chat with her while we stuffed ourselves with Junk Food.&lt;br /&gt;I then left for the movie, and had quite a good time. I've this feeling that the two men sitting beside me were gay, and one had a really bad stench, so I moved away.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why, but I kept noticing Aurther; the character which Justin Timberlake voices for. Maybe it's because I knew that Aurthie was being played by JT And that made me notice him.&lt;br /&gt;In a erm.. odd kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like you can see JT mouthing the words ( hmm... o_O)&lt;br /&gt;Met Twat and Steph at Taka's pepperlunch after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Steph left to meet her personal Tinkerbel.&lt;br /&gt;Twat and I walked around aimlessly, and I bought a few birthday gifts for people ^^, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jon, played Hot wheels, watch Gayder man ("with great power comes great reponsibility kids" Jon "Look at gayfag man. stupid fker keeps coming out every 2-3 hours") Played some stupid games on a really old play station.&lt;br /&gt;After walking around aimlessly for about an hour, we sat outside taka.&lt;br /&gt;She modelled, sat there, while I drew her. It was great fun. &lt;br /&gt;And today.. Twat gave me a Jellyfish and the weirdest/cutest pen ever. o.o I couldn't stop playing with it and yes I couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;She really is such a darling.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Wisma, checked topshop out.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Akiko, who.. erm.. well really looks like Akira now.&lt;br /&gt;If she was 1.7 and had extremely straight teeth, she'd look really good.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she still looked just as adorable, almost like a little sister, tiny fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered her saying " You still sound man as ever"&lt;br /&gt;T_T my voice is That low huh.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, we went for a swim. It felt good and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Despo housewives, watched another dvd.&lt;br /&gt;Home home home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, there's another lit workshop tomorrow *_* I'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-680876722008611865?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/680876722008611865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=680876722008611865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/680876722008611865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/680876722008611865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#680876722008611865' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5191892887979677220</id><published>2007-06-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:46:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RmLwRelWjZI/AAAAAAAAAow/x3lf9HvikQY/s1600-h/MORON.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RmLwRelWjZI/AAAAAAAAAow/x3lf9HvikQY/s320/MORON.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071880313430773138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Loving, Kawaii b0i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what the best birthday present is, that's giving me countless spa cupons/vouchers and facials.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes then Twat won't be a slave t me anymore. I always ask her to massage me and she gets really angry).&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow, I'm going to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing intelligent to say..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my sister woke me up with the pink plucker thing. I got pissed. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Akiras got a secret, in a cage which I know of.&lt;br /&gt;^^v sucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5191892887979677220?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5191892887979677220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5191892887979677220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5191892887979677220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5191892887979677220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5191892887979677220' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RmLwRelWjZI/AAAAAAAAAow/x3lf9HvikQY/s72-c/MORON.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4443352747478836858</id><published>2007-06-03T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:37:54.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I went out with Twat to town..&lt;br /&gt;We caught Pirates of the Carribean Worlds end.&lt;br /&gt;Must say it was funnier though a little draggy. &lt;br /&gt;Almost like they were making a POTC parody.&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the crabs.. kinda weird little stone like creatures.&lt;br /&gt;And Johnny Depp. He is such an extrodinary actor, really brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Met M and Zoe Later on in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Then Twat came over to spaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent my day drawing, this post is really mundane and boring, Maybe you should consider closing this page, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Or typing under address "www.youtube.com" and search for "Patrick Wolf Magic Position"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Spent my day painting.. very little. Headed out to town yet again to dine with Twat at Cine's foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and after buying our food.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down only to realise that Jude, in all his glory; Red Checkered Pants, white shoes (forgot what they're called.), was sitting opposite us.&lt;br /&gt;Twat refused to believe that, That boy was Jude.&lt;br /&gt;Twat: You go and say hi lah.&lt;br /&gt;V: Don't want, what if it's the wrong person. Though I'm very sure that thats him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to help me get chilli from the chicken rice stall.&lt;br /&gt;He So happened had to be there, and she just had to ask him if he was jude.&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging ^^v and heys to the boy, we headed off.&lt;br /&gt;Uh so met Twat and her friends, Jon and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to some restaurant at Meridian hotel, only to experience the worst kind of death.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a cafe.. playing&lt;br /&gt;Boyzone, Westlife-like songs, and looking at straight girls making out with their boyfriends, and another girl dead drunk at 8pm ( a bit too early, but they've been drinking since 3) not knowing anyone there, you try to read your book only to realise that it's way too dark&lt;br /&gt;So headed to Liat Towers starbucks to eat a muffin! and drink a latte.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird that we saw Jude many times tonight.. Its like all of a sudden he's everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. nothing intelligent to say.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon T, I want to pull down your pants soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4443352747478836858?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4443352747478836858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4443352747478836858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4443352747478836858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4443352747478836858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4443352747478836858' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8121008810247913751</id><published>2007-05-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:39:32.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to delete a few posts.&lt;br /&gt;Was really disgusted by my own self pity.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, nothing can be more disgusting than self pity.. okay except stupidity and extremely happy people who goes "HI!!!!! HOW YOU FEEELING TODAY, I FEEL GREAT, YOU LOOK SAD, AWWWW. WHY YOU SAD. HERE, A BIG COLOURFUL LOLLIPOP FOR YOU! LOOK YOU ARE BLUSHING"_|_&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, there are the HIV positive african children living in dumps, eating grass to survive and with a dead mother in their house and a father without a head.&lt;br /&gt;Now yes, I definitely can't take self pity if there are people like that around, who still manage to smile to angmoh tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the combination of music and art, really calmed me down.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my period has ended, so ahh.. it made me feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to draw on my canvas and hopefully finish outlining and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll probably catch Pirates with someone, dont know who, so volunteer yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you're charming and smart, then leave me a tag.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, Twat fits the bill, or maybe Saegor (HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!)Or maybe even the weird combination of D , EME and I.&lt;br /&gt;But first, I must collect my report book and call the National Library and Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSWER YOUR PHONE RICH.&lt;/strong&gt;stop nicole richieing around, hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss good food, I miss being out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confined, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;Must be cause, I've been staying home so much, drawing, and lazing, and basically not doing anything that productive.&lt;br /&gt;Well I did finish reading deathnote 11.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it's getting draggy... maybe it's just me, yeah, it's probably me cos Mello didn't really appear that much in that volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need to watch new good movies and update my freaking outdated Ipod mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+E /\/\e (inserts chinese charaters Bao Bei)xxx+, remember ...-wriggles eyebrows on my burpday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8121008810247913751?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8121008810247913751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8121008810247913751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8121008810247913751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8121008810247913751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8121008810247913751' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4999442187800937528</id><published>2007-05-31T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:52:50.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read C's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I think that what I want for my birthday is way too expansive for you guys to afford.&lt;br /&gt;plus I've not given T, Zoe, Bird, C their presents yet. T_T worst friend in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what they had wanted, except that Bird wants a bag and T wants a hoody.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks cause it's either I don't have the time to buy, I can't find, or I've no money.&lt;br /&gt;If only presents were as easy as red packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is my wishlist, thats if you want to get me anything in the first place&lt;br /&gt;-skinny black tie&lt;br /&gt;-tight black jeans&lt;br /&gt;-tee shirts&lt;br /&gt;-Eme&lt;br /&gt;-John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;-Katherine Moennig&lt;br /&gt;-friends&lt;br /&gt;-all the acrylic paints&lt;br /&gt;-new cube(yes cube) of white water colour paint from.. D. Rowley.&lt;br /&gt;-That prehistoric creature from Toys R us, not seamonkeys, Aquareous something..quite stupid actually.&lt;br /&gt;-any art book, which may like&lt;br /&gt;-$172 dress from sme random spanish shop&lt;br /&gt;-white leather chucks from converse.&lt;br /&gt;-Call off the punishment, etc. Yes that'll be the best present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't care if my sweet sixteen is with no presents, as long as I've my friends. That will mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so self centred, I want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got out of my house yesterday, to not only go for school, but to Vivo  too!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch POTC with Twat in the evening, except the 5, 5300 and 6 shows were selling fast.&lt;br /&gt;And I really was not gonna pay 9.50 for a seat which is second row to screen.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we walked around aimlessly, and window shopped a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Which left us both hungry and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to burger king to eat a rather tasteless english burger The fries was the only item which had taste, well of course, the amount of salt and the amount of chilli I dip it in must  give some sort of flavour hmm.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, supper, late tea, food, we went to the outdoor playground and stared at random children.&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to the cutest Japanese store, which sold the cutest, pinkest, wooden ... kitchen set?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it did look very fun, so we spent most of our time there, looking at stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Twat wanted to leave of course, but I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Best Denki, I spazzed around while she looked for new headphones.&lt;br /&gt;Twat had major spasms and almost flicked the tiny little price tag into someones eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Got into a huge fight with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Edward Scissors hands with Twat, talked, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I really really liked the movie o.o&lt;br /&gt;x_x poor Edward was seduced by mousey looking desperate Housewives.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie did make me feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget about the FROLIC @ MOS thing, I can't make it anyway cos I've to drown myself with 87 hours of CIP from the 11th of june to the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;8 hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;I do acknowledge that this photo is entirely my fault, and that I should not have kissed her cheek or lip. It is indeed, a sinful act to kiss another female friends cheek as I may be classified as a lesbian. A lesbian, something so crude and vulgar that will indeed defame the schools name.&lt;br /&gt;Oh be gone you sinful lesbian, be gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crawls.&lt;br /&gt;ha, ha. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4999442187800937528?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4999442187800937528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4999442187800937528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4999442187800937528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4999442187800937528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4999442187800937528' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5302356824175133966</id><published>2007-05-27T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:49:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEAR FRIENDS, PLEASE TAKE DOWN ALL GIRL ON GIRL ACTION, GIRL ON GIRL KISSING PHOTOS, OR YOU MIGHT END UP IN DEEP SHIT LIKE ME. &lt;br /&gt;HEARD THAT THEY'RE ON A WITCH HUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;But I jus realised that all the people I've dated had perfectly, unnaturally straight white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate people with unnaturally brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;so gross, eeeek..&lt;br /&gt;especially if their eyebrows are black, hahahahahhaahhaa omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5302356824175133966?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5302356824175133966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5302356824175133966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5302356824175133966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5302356824175133966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5302356824175133966' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8961762929331315797</id><published>2007-05-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:55:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet sixteen is coming, not like it really matters, but anyway, since there's this club party which is also on my birthday, I would really like it if I could "celebrate" my birthday there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm going to take advantage of my birthday and try to get you chicas to party with me @ MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to : T, M, Gorilla, Zoe, Eme, N, C, E, D, Chng, Sohcool... many many more just too lazy to type out ok.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it'll be really fun if a lot of guys are going. The more the merrier, kns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I clubbed was.. I think.. 3 months ago? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MOS goes by Year and not by birthday so as long as you're born on 1991 then you can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** FROLIC @ MOS ***&lt;br /&gt;12th JUNE 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest events happening in&lt;br /&gt;the month of June !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme : Bitchy &amp; Glamorous !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come dressed in your hottest &amp; sexiest&lt;br /&gt;and attract our photographers,&lt;br /&gt;plus receive a lil’ door gift :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by our local beauty, DAWN YANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN ARENA&lt;br /&gt;Get hyped up with your oh-so-hot&lt;br /&gt;CHEERLEADERS&lt;br /&gt;&amp; watch the teams compete for a cash&lt;br /&gt;prize of $1000!&lt;br /&gt;Following that,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the BIG EATERS gorge on burgers&lt;br /&gt;&amp; compete for $500!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever EATS the most, wins.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting our GORGEOUS MODELS&lt;br /&gt;that will be catwalking in the fashion&lt;br /&gt;show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOOVE&lt;br /&gt;Pop Lock It Drop It !&lt;br /&gt;Smoove will be filled with heart-&lt;br /&gt;throbbing dancers from various dance&lt;br /&gt;schools,&lt;br /&gt;with each school displaying their jaw-&lt;br /&gt;dropping moves &amp; talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bored of R&amp;B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit on 54!&lt;br /&gt;Join in the LIMBO &amp; MAMBO&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bend as low as you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURE&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively for VIPS &amp; GUESTS only ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited &amp; all ready to party ?&lt;br /&gt;With SO MANY CRAZY ACTIVITIES going on&lt;br /&gt;in just a night,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; DIFFERENT VARIETIES OF MUSIC,&lt;br /&gt;who would wanna miss FROLIC @ MOS ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there by 8pm,&lt;br /&gt;on 12th JUNE 07,&lt;br /&gt;or be the outcast of the June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets (include 1 free drink)&lt;br /&gt;Presale : $20&lt;br /&gt;Door : $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact ME for tickets&lt;br /&gt;for ticket sales or more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a joint initiative by a group&lt;br /&gt;of event planners)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8961762929331315797?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8961762929331315797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8961762929331315797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8961762929331315797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8961762929331315797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#8961762929331315797' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7818108648488744549</id><published>2007-05-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:38:10.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is horrible, wtf man. Only 5 days of suspension, he deserves way more.&lt;br /&gt;Haha so you've served justice huh, what the f..&lt;br /&gt;Yes put yourself in her shoes for a moment and think. If your dad had a heart attack you would definitely rush down to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uczWUs3vTh4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uczWUs3vTh4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan boy is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqzmUTcrjLQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqzmUTcrjLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZDHQ9b9fbo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZDHQ9b9fbo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop does wonders doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to say something mean but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking never looked so fashionable. Got it off&lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com/bryanboy_le_superstar_fab/2007/05/smokers_anonymo.html#more&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Bryan Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad for health kids. It'll leave you with pimples and bad breath (really bad breath, some what like a sewer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrOlWjTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mIS6idyPO-U/s1600-h/smoke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrOlWjTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mIS6idyPO-U/s320/smoke1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884586626714930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrOlWjUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/i4k2WdNsW3A/s1600-h/smoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrOlWjUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/i4k2WdNsW3A/s320/smoke2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884586626714946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha omgg(oh my gay god[lol find him on my space]) little tinkerbel and a cig and a psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrelWjVI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/lh_ZxPUtoGw/s1600-h/smoke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrelWjVI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/lh_ZxPUtoGw/s320/smoke3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884590921682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAOlWjWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/l3wJl3yOj3c/s1600-h/smoke4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAOlWjWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/l3wJl3yOj3c/s320/smoke4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884947403967842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAOlWjXI/AAAAAAAAAog/hmUPmMNvN0A/s1600-h/smoke5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAOlWjXI/AAAAAAAAAog/hmUPmMNvN0A/s320/smoke5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884947403967858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAelWjYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jQwqGkjMnk4/s1600-h/smoke6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhMAelWjYI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jQwqGkjMnk4/s320/smoke6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884951698935170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Mugger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7818108648488744549?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7818108648488744549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7818108648488744549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7818108648488744549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7818108648488744549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7818108648488744549' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlhLrOlWjTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/mIS6idyPO-U/s72-c/smoke1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-7105365853024952226</id><published>2007-05-26T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:36:41.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjhOlWjSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SGxqmW6xcqw/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjhOlWjSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SGxqmW6xcqw/s320/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068770065618734370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjFulWjQI/AAAAAAAAAno/hwVD9PeOQXw/s1600-h/d76_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjFulWjQI/AAAAAAAAAno/hwVD9PeOQXw/s320/d76_16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068769593172331778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjF-lWjRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/E8RSADLfvdA/s1600-h/my+baby+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjF-lWjRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/E8RSADLfvdA/s320/my+baby+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068769597467299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald macweezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Mello, you're really too sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please forgive me for saying this, but I really want to be an anime character in Deathnote so that I can....... Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-7105365853024952226?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/7105365853024952226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=7105365853024952226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7105365853024952226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7105365853024952226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7105365853024952226' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlfjhOlWjSI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SGxqmW6xcqw/s72-c/DSC02483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4698922143472530594</id><published>2007-05-25T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:14:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay very unintelligent post/observation up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Click that little red cross on the top right hand corner of your screen if you're allergic to stupidity and girlie pop singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlZg5elWjOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CFNDurmURLA/s1600-h/katherine_mcphee_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlZg5elWjOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CFNDurmURLA/s320/katherine_mcphee_300x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068344971230612706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katherine Mcphee (Who was number one in the POP chart(mtv music video show thing))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlZhHulWjPI/AAAAAAAAAng/rqRlvql5X0U/s1600-h/vanessa-hudgens-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlZhHulWjPI/AAAAAAAAAng/rqRlvql5X0U/s320/vanessa-hudgens-picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068345216043748594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Vanessa Hudgens( who was number 3 or 4? in POP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I watching the show, I was LIKE OMGOMOSDMGSDOMGSDOMG they look alike.&lt;br /&gt;And even their lyrics sound alike.&lt;br /&gt;o.o wtfwtfwtf, so original.&lt;br /&gt;Guess "Ok" is the new word, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Hudgens' 'Say Ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not ok&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say ok? (Say ok)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away&lt;br /&gt;(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be ok)&lt;br /&gt;Say Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nanny&lt;/s&gt; Mcphee's 'Over it':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over your lies&lt;br /&gt;And I'm over your games&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you asking me&lt;br /&gt;When you know I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why, but for some reason, it sounded like there were more "Okays"&lt;br /&gt;in Mcphee's music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok dumbass observation.&lt;br /&gt;And a very big dumbass for watching such a show.&lt;br /&gt;T_T there wasn't anything good on tv and Lilly Ellen(?) caught my eye, so I got stuck on that channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4698922143472530594?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4698922143472530594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4698922143472530594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4698922143472530594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4698922143472530594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4698922143472530594' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlZg5elWjOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CFNDurmURLA/s72-c/katherine_mcphee_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-985555030764102165</id><published>2007-05-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:29:42.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlWFJOlWjNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fx2C08FGjLY/s1600-h/WANTED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlWFJOlWjNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fx2C08FGjLY/s320/WANTED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068103349255441618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My galpal is weird.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-985555030764102165?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/985555030764102165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=985555030764102165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/985555030764102165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/985555030764102165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#985555030764102165' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TPRTETZt-Fg/RlWFJOlWjNI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fx2C08FGjLY/s72-c/WANTED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-3422196128590486145</id><published>2007-05-23T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:57:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who looked like a fishball today?&lt;br /&gt;Thats right! My Chica, D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drus: D looks so screwed. Look at her. Her hair, then her swallon eyes and swallon lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing you're missing is my "shrek nose"(Ann is responsible for that statement.)&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing intelligent to say today (Not like I ever had anything intelligent to say *hee hee twirls blonde hair).&lt;br /&gt;Clearly very bored and very unmotivated, to study chinese that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do after my Chinese O levels:&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with Twat&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with M&lt;br /&gt;- Talk to tattoo boy&lt;br /&gt;- Shop for music&lt;br /&gt;- Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;- Read the books "Gods delusion" and "Dawkins Delusion" and Deathnote 11&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my art&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Greys Anatomy with T and nuah.&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Tattoo boy's Lord of Dogstown&lt;br /&gt;- Spaz with Eme&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my O level Art Observational drawings&lt;br /&gt;- Study more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culling song keeps playing in my head....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-3422196128590486145?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/3422196128590486145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=3422196128590486145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3422196128590486145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/3422196128590486145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#3422196128590486145' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-4387193750589448499</id><published>2007-05-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:09:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When Mayer was seventeen, he was suddenly stricken with a cardiac arrhythmia that sent him to the hospital for a weekend. The trauma of the incident sparked his songwriting, and he penned his first lyrics the night he got home. Shortly thereafter, he began suffering from crippling panic attacks and even now he keeps Xanax (an anti-anxiety drug) with him, just in case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Mayer_(musician)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that Xanax does wonders on people and gets you all floaty and happy.. wonder how I can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and JM has many tattoos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayer experiences music → color synesthesia, or the sensation of "hearing colors," which he mentioned in a Rolling Stone interview.(Edwards 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, he gets to see colours when he plays music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-4387193750589448499?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/4387193750589448499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=4387193750589448499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4387193750589448499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/4387193750589448499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#4387193750589448499' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-210259971474602075</id><published>2007-05-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:01:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My anger and frustrations are indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, maybe I do deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Just being a spoilt brat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had to deal with long school hours, CIP trip( I got E's autistic boy, who's a head taller than me,who scratches his balls and asks for High 5s every 10 seconds) and midsummers night dream *which was very good*.&lt;br /&gt;So I come home at what? 11.30pm&lt;br /&gt;After being in school from 10-2&lt;br /&gt;At Pathlight from 2-5&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to go out;at home from 5-6&lt;br /&gt;At dhoby from 630-715&lt;br /&gt;Climbed countless steps to reach the play at fort canning from 715-10 plus&lt;br /&gt;Back to dhoby 1030-11&lt;br /&gt;Trained home from 11-1130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get a break&lt;br /&gt;Instead. I have to lug my sick and tired body to school tomorrow at 7AM&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up at 630&lt;br /&gt;And have to go for fucking useless propaganda assembly from 715-8&lt;br /&gt;And stay in the god forsaken noisy ass classroom with no teacher, barely studying due to the noise level from 8-9&lt;br /&gt;Then take a chinese test&lt;br /&gt;And then make more noise&lt;br /&gt;And collect results from dunno when till 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wouldnt feel pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after crying out in frustration and after a cold shower, I have finally come to my senses and forgived my mom for being so selfish; cause I've been selfish towards her too many times.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say my mom is doing this out of selfish reason?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she said "I teach my students not to be late, so you cant be late. Or else it'll be lke?!?! And not like you get excuse yadayada, teacher wont mark attendance yada yada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;quit&lt;br /&gt;talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;br /&gt;Shitgirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-210259971474602075?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/210259971474602075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=210259971474602075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/210259971474602075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/210259971474602075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#210259971474602075' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-5740106759373412243</id><published>2007-05-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:15:50.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother turned 12 this afternoon. He was back to his little demon possessed self.&lt;br /&gt;He shouted at my Dad and Mom for not picking up their phones. Then he threw the air con remote into the dustbin ( by accident, but didnt bother to pick it up, stupid git)and threw his uniform around the house ( socks, shirt, pants, smelly, gross, boys are stinky, you get the picture).&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was pretty upset when he talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that boy needs anger management and has really big respect issues.&lt;br /&gt;He can't respect my parents, and me. I find him very childish and times and just  irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf, not like you shouting at the thing will make it move any faster or slower.&lt;br /&gt;He creates this huge mess only to expect people to clean up after him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how his future wife is gonna handle him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll be bigger than him, haw haw haw haw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a 3 hour nap in the afternoon, drew and ate.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we received our chinese midyr exam papers back today, I've gt a score of 44.5/100.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a feeling that I didn't deserve that mark.&lt;br /&gt;:) ahwell..&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Os in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Count down starts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched a chinese drama show today ^^v. Had the urge to change the channel every now and then but I resisted!!! ooh yes I did. So proud of myself. I really hate drama show, sometimes the characters stupidity just gets on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-5740106759373412243?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/5740106759373412243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=5740106759373412243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5740106759373412243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/5740106759373412243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#5740106759373412243' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-8342596133767217500</id><published>2007-05-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:47:45.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>« Daily Tuna &lt;br /&gt;Canned Tuna » &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson And John Mayer To Wed In May? Ha! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCK MY HEART STOPPED AND I ALMOST DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"of all I think he loves being Jessica Simpson’s new man. Sure you may think that winning a Grammy is one of his biggest accomplishments to date but, we all know that Jessica Simpson is by far his biggest crowing achievement. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achievement?God achievement?! ACHIEVENTMANCIHCIEHCIEHCIWENCOWENCOWENWICIOWN MORE LIKE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR MAGGOT LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry that the words angry frustrated annoyed pissed off is unable to describe my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Probably just insanely jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I would be so happy for him if he had gotten married to someone smarter.&lt;br /&gt;He's so witty, funny and smart, and if I'm not wrong, he's gonna publish a book.&lt;br /&gt;A book; something which dumbblondeskinnyslut probably has not touched in her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/?p=2499&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine if he's happy I'm happy.. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JM should really becareful bout the the fans he attracts. One day, he might find his blonde lover dead ( brunette now.. i think.).&lt;br /&gt;If not for your witty blog posts Mayer, I would've lost all respect for you and your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So much so, that he’s even managed to make her look like him, which is not good! Where’s pretty boy Nick when we need him? "&lt;br /&gt;From the daily Tuna. Yeah Jessica simpson, the girl who mistook tuna for chicken.&lt;br /&gt;!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!!!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do realise that all he can say is "she is beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;What happened to her personality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14586313-8342596133767217500?l=toritease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/feeds/8342596133767217500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14586313&amp;postID=8342596133767217500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/8342596133767217500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14586313/posts/default/7563243971559132157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toritease.blogspot.com/index.html#7563243971559132157' title=''/><author><name>Tease</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14586313.post-6823762002286489751</id><published>2007-05-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:05:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieFmMmgYY3E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ieFmMmgYY3E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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