<?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-3572864727668959736</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:47:26.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Feeling</title><subtitle type='html'>"I wish to vanish from this world and become pure energy."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-5124264038715433032</id><published>2009-03-27T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:24:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud To Be Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/ScxixR-q39I/AAAAAAAAAjI/jkSLkketRb0/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317733858797084626" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I miss her more than words can say. My amma was my best friend in the world and I will never be able to replace her love and friendship. One thing I think about to try to ease the pain is how I was so lucky to have such a great mother all my life of 25 years, some people don't ever feel that wonderful unconditional love and security in their life.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel she was taken too early from me.&lt;br /&gt;I will always miss her. I can still see my mother's smile. No one luv me more than her.&lt;br /&gt;If i have any problem she the only one that will help without i ask for help. She is the light that lighten my life. My mum carry every thing for me &amp;amp; my sisters. She takes a lot of burden on her shoulder in order to let us feel happy. She has been spending her life just for me &amp;amp; my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;"Amma why you leave me alone and go...? Who wil be here for me?"&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget her. She was my bestfriend. I love her so much. She was the love of my life. It is so hard to be strong without she with me... light of my life is gone, a voice i loved is stilled...&lt;br /&gt;Hope My Mum Is Ok and Not In Pain Whereever She Is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ॐgσ∂, ρℓєαѕє нєℓρ яєѕт му αммα’ѕ ѕσυℓ ιη ρєα¢є. ρℓєαѕє яαιѕє нєя υρ ву уσυя ѕι∂є ιη нєανєη &amp;amp; ℓєт нєя ѕυƒƒєяιηgѕ єη∂ ση єαятн. ι кησω тнαт уσυ αяє мєя¢ιƒυℓ &amp;amp; ¢σмραѕισηαтє, ѕσ ρℓєαѕє, тαкє ¢αяє σƒ нєя &amp;amp; вℓєѕѕ нєя ριтιƒυℓ ѕσυℓ ॐ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-815541113424726000?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/815541113424726000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=815541113424726000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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r...</title><content type='html'>A: Best Gf/Bf any one could have&lt;br /&gt;B: You love a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;C: People cant help but check u out&lt;br /&gt;E: People love you the way you are&lt;br /&gt;D: You are really lovable&lt;br /&gt;F: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;G: You never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;H: You have a very good personality and good looks&lt;br /&gt;I : People love you&lt;br /&gt;J : People Adore you&lt;br /&gt;K : You're wild and crazy&lt;br /&gt;L: AWESOME KISSER&lt;br /&gt;M: Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;N : Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;O : Best kisser ever&lt;br /&gt;P : You are popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q : You are a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;R: You love to kiss&lt;br /&gt;S: You are freakin crazy&lt;br /&gt;T: You are loyal to the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;U: You really like to chill&lt;br /&gt;V: your not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: You are popular&lt;br /&gt;X: You never leV: your not judgmentalt people tell you&lt;br /&gt;Y: Sexiest bitch alive&lt;br /&gt;Z: Never good enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-7951229126360773535?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7951229126360773535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=7951229126360773535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7951229126360773535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7951229126360773535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/11/ur-name-tells-u-who-u-r.html' title='ur name tells u who u r...'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-3515800636354868598</id><published>2008-10-12T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:04:26.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey on ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SPGvz34StsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R1oiP57gc9o/s1600-h/gal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256175545826326210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SPGvz34StsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R1oiP57gc9o/s200/gal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you taller than your sis?&lt;br /&gt;:: yeap ::&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;:: hmmm ::&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever spread a rumor about you?&lt;br /&gt;:: of course! ::&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;:: 3mth ago... ::&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good person?&lt;br /&gt;:: depends. ::&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;:: alarm ::&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;:: who knw ::&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can change for someone?&lt;br /&gt;:: depends. ::&lt;br /&gt;Were you smiling when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;:: nope. ::&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;:: 2months ago... ::&lt;br /&gt;Does your head hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;:: nope. ::&lt;br /&gt;What is your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;:: happi. ::&lt;br /&gt;What is the?&lt;br /&gt;:: the ???! ::&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;:: nahh. ::&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;:: My fren..Mona ::&lt;br /&gt;Are there people that you wished never existed?&lt;br /&gt;:: yes! ::&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about everything?&lt;br /&gt;:: DUH! ::&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends love you?&lt;br /&gt;:: mayb... ::&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to do something this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;:: not reli::&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you cried?&lt;br /&gt;:: nopez!! ::&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean?&lt;br /&gt;:: at times! ::&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;:: yesss. ::&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at ten last night?&lt;br /&gt;:: home ::&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;:: no laaa ::&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about converting your religion?&lt;br /&gt;:: hell no. ::&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?&lt;br /&gt;:: HAHAHAHA...YEAH ::&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you worry about running out of.&lt;br /&gt;:: hmmmm.. ::&lt;br /&gt;What songs make you feel like crying?&lt;br /&gt;:: nothin... ::&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you consumed alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;:: nvr took alcohol be4.. :p (tipu la tue) ::&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;:: hmmmm.. ::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-3515800636354868598?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3515800636354868598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=3515800636354868598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3515800636354868598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3515800636354868598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/10/survey-on-me.html' title='Survey on ME..'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SPGvz34StsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R1oiP57gc9o/s72-c/gal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2496187753408635143</id><published>2008-09-29T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:29:12.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When maths teacher writes love letter</title><content type='html'>My Dear SweetHeart,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane.&lt;br /&gt;There I saw you with our cute circular face,conical nose and spherical eyes,standing in your triangular garden. &lt;br /&gt;Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me.&lt;br /&gt;The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;You are as essential to me as an element to a set.&lt;br /&gt;The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality.&lt;br /&gt;My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10.&lt;br /&gt;With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2496187753408635143?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2496187753408635143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2496187753408635143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2496187753408635143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hang up,you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;14:You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;13:You walk really slow when you're with them.&lt;br /&gt;12:You feel shy whenever they're around&lt;br /&gt;11:Your heart beats faster but slower at the same time when you think about them.&lt;br /&gt;10:You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;9:When you look at them,you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;8:You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;7:They're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;6:You get high just from their scent.&lt;br /&gt;5:You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;4:You would do anything for them!&lt;br /&gt;3:While reading this,there’s one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;2:You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn’t notice number twelve was missing 1:You just scrolled up to check &amp;amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2489582464824642150?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2489582464824642150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2489582464824642150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2489582464824642150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2489582464824642150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/16-signs-ur-in-luv-with-someone.html' title='16 signs ur in luv with someone'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-552444333664191497</id><published>2008-09-12T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:12:41.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A True Boyfriend Should Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she walks away from you mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Follow her&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she stare's at your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kiss her you idiot&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Grab her and dont let go&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she start's cussing at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Don't cuss back and make her feel worse, just deal with it for the time being&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she's quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Ask her whats wrong, but not a billon times when she says nothing&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she ignore's you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Give her your attention&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she pull's away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Pull her back&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you see her at her worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Tell her she's beautiful&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you see her start crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Just hold her and dont say a word&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you see her walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Sneak up and hug her waist from behind&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she's scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SMpNhZ25F5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_yZKpanY_hQ/s1600-h/icon010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245089952298506130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SMpNhZ25F5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_yZKpanY_hQ/s400/icon010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Protect her&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she lay's her head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Tilt her head up and kiss her&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she steal's your favorite shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Let her keep it and sleep! with it for a night&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she tease's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she doesnt answer for a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Reassure her that everything is okay&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she look's at you with doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Back yourself up&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she say's that she like's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;She really does more than you could understand, completly true&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she grab's at your hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Hold her's and play with her fingers&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she bump's into you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Bump into her back and make her laugh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she tell's you a secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Keep it safe and untold&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Don't look away until she does&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she misses you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;She's hurting inside&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you break her heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The pain never really goes away&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="nOn-$toP Entertainment Only @ MumbaiHangout" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://mumbaihangout.org/rnd.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When she says its over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;She still wants you to be hers&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/girly/images/icon019.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-552444333664191497?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/552444333664191497/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SMpNhZ25F5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_yZKpanY_hQ/s72-c/icon010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-6367905914896229615</id><published>2008-09-04T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:18:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Points to Think about</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A Foolish man tells a woman to STOP talking&lt;/span&gt;, but a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WISE man tells her that she looks extremely BEAUTIFUL when her LIPS are CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One GOOD way to REDUCE Alcohol consumption&lt;/span&gt;: Before Marriage - Drink whenever you are SAD; After Marriage - Drink whenever you are HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love your friends not their sisters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love your sisters not their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A man got 2 wishes from GOD. He asked for the Best wine and Best Woman. Next moment, he had the Best Wine and Mother Teresa next to him. Moral: BE SPECIFIC&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What is a BEST and WORST news you can hear at the SAME time?&lt;/span&gt; It is when your Girl Friend says YOU are the BEST KISSER among all your Friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let us be generous like this: Four Ants are moving through a forest. They see an ELEPHANT coming towards them. Ant 1 says : we should KILL him. Ant 2 says : No, Let us break his Leg alone. Ant 3 says: No, we will just throw him away from our path. Ant 4 says: No, we will LEAVE him because he is ALONE and we are FOUR .&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you do NOT have a Girl Friend&lt;/span&gt; - You are missing SOME thing in your life. If you HAVE a Girl Friend - You are missing EVERY thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;8. Question: When do you CONGRATULATE someone for their MISTAKE? Answer: On their MARRIAGE.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When your LIFE is in DARKNESS&lt;/span&gt;, PRAY GOD and asks him to free you from Darkness. Even after you pray, if U R still in Darkness - Please PAY the ELECTRICITY BILL.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Why Government do NOT allow a Man to MARRY 2 Women&lt;/span&gt;. Because per Constitution, you can NOT be Punished TWICE for the same Mistake.&lt;br /&gt;11. "A Ship is always safe at the shore - but that is NOT what it is built for" - Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-6367905914896229615?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6367905914896229615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=6367905914896229615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6367905914896229615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6367905914896229615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-points-to-think-about.html' title='Some Points to Think about'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-6624939400099554494</id><published>2008-09-01T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:01:59.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't Quit&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong as they sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uphill;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the funds are low, and the debts are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;high;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit Rest if you must, but don't you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quit.&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can never tell how close you are;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be near when it seems a far.So, stick to the fight when you're hardest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hit -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's when things go wrong that you mustn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-6624939400099554494?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6624939400099554494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=6624939400099554494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6624939400099554494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6624939400099554494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/09/dontt-quit.html' title='Dont&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2064816749816948194</id><published>2008-08-28T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:46:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect the Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SLZz1Dg67HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AgFzs2apvSE/s1600-h/icon002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239502571805797490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SLZz1Dg67HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AgFzs2apvSE/s400/icon002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once a upon a time a bird fell in love with a white rose. One day she (bird) proposed him (white rose), but white rose refused. White rose said I don't love you. Bird daily came and proposed him. Finally, white rose said when I will turn red, I will love you. One day bird came and cut her wings and spread her blood on the rose and the rose turned red. Then the rose realized how much bird loved him but it was too late because bird was dead. So respect the love and feelings of the person who loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2064816749816948194?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2064816749816948194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2064816749816948194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2064816749816948194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2064816749816948194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-love.html' title='Respect the Love..'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SLZz1Dg67HI/AAAAAAAAAL8/AgFzs2apvSE/s72-c/icon002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-1768319421345186260</id><published>2008-08-26T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:51:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed The Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=16080a95-cf03-4dd4-bc24-4118e2639386"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Get the &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/tobori001"&gt;Feed the Frog&lt;/a&gt; widget and many other &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/"&gt;great free widgets&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.widgetbox.com"&gt;Widgetbox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-1768319421345186260?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1768319421345186260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=1768319421345186260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1768319421345186260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1768319421345186260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-feed-frog-widget-and-many-other.html' title='Feed The Frog'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-691736193277498737</id><published>2008-08-24T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:06:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt; I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; - The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-691736193277498737?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/691736193277498737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=691736193277498737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/691736193277498737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/691736193277498737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe........'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-1683309158666956785</id><published>2008-08-18T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:35:56.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have known me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good and bad times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have seen me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was happy and when i was sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have watched me laugh and cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for believing in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For supporting me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for always being there ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A PERFECT FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ask me for how long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will i be your friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then my answer will be "i don't know".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B'coz i really don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Whiich is longer forever or always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's none more perfect than a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend whose smile and thoughtful ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add happiness to everyday;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend who cheers and comforts me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i have found that kind of friend in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-1683309158666956785?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1683309158666956785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=1683309158666956785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1683309158666956785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1683309158666956785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-friend.html' title='A Perfect Friend'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-6210206232041325068</id><published>2008-08-12T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:48:14.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Friendship&lt;br /&gt;. . .. is you&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is love&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is forgiving&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is understanding&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared secrets&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared laughter&lt;br /&gt;.. . . can be angry at times&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is dependable and true&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times&lt;br /&gt;.. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there&lt;br /&gt;.. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is relaxed and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is a shoulder to lean on&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is an ear to whine to&lt;br /&gt;.. . . gets better with age&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared tears&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared joy&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is shared&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is love&lt;br /&gt;.. . . is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-6210206232041325068?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6210206232041325068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=6210206232041325068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6210206232041325068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6210206232041325068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-9099434035958185223</id><published>2008-08-09T10:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:46:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey On Me</title><content type='html'>1) If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?&lt;br /&gt;:: nope. ::&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;br /&gt;:: errr..hmm. ::&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you last sleep other than your house?&lt;br /&gt;:: My fren's House. ::&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;:: yeap. :: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJ0r3p3zpnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8TgmKZp6s9k/s1600-h/gal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232386577207109234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJ0r3p3zpnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8TgmKZp6s9k/s400/gal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;:: nope. ::&lt;br /&gt;6) do you remember what you were like a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;:: yeah.... ::&lt;br /&gt;7) Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;:: My sista. ::&lt;br /&gt;8) Can you vote next election?&lt;br /&gt;:: Yup. ::&lt;br /&gt;9) What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;:: The ting tings - That's not my name. ::&lt;br /&gt;10) When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;:: dunno.. ::&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you love right now?&lt;br /&gt;:: My laptop..(jt lost my 1st love N95) ::&lt;br /&gt;12) Who was the last person to call you beautiful/gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;:: hmm....duno ::&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you date smart people?&lt;br /&gt;:: yup. ::&lt;br /&gt;14) Where were you at 2:02 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;:: hmm..home. ::&lt;br /&gt;15) Last place you took a trip to?&lt;br /&gt;:: Emm cant remember. ::&lt;br /&gt;16) How do you feel about the person who texted you last? &lt;br /&gt;:: err..no feelings ::&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you use smiley faces on the computer alot?&lt;br /&gt;:: nt so often. ::&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;:: yeap.. ;) ::&lt;br /&gt;19) Who did you last go out to eat with?&lt;br /&gt;:: my bf. ::&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you have unlimited texting?&lt;br /&gt;:: yes. ::&lt;br /&gt;21) How old will you be in 14 months?&lt;br /&gt;:: 26 ::&lt;br /&gt;22) When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;br /&gt;:: 2hour ago... ::&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;:: hide it... ::&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you wear eyeglasses or contacts?&lt;br /&gt;:: No.. ::&lt;br /&gt;25) What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;:: Typing.. ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-9099434035958185223?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/9099434035958185223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=9099434035958185223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/9099434035958185223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/9099434035958185223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey-on-me.html' title='Survey On Me'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJ0r3p3zpnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8TgmKZp6s9k/s72-c/gal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4373348100045606214</id><published>2008-08-08T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:10:18.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Today..</title><content type='html'>--Smile at stranger.&lt;br /&gt;--Listen to someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;--Drop a coin where a child can find it.&lt;br /&gt;--Learn something new, then teach it to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;--Tell someone you're thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;--Hug a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;--Don't hold a grudge.&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be afraid to say " I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;--Look a child in the eye and tell them how great they are.&lt;br /&gt;--Don't kill that spider in your house, he just lost, so show him the way out.&lt;br /&gt;--Look beyond the face of a person into their heart.&lt;br /&gt;--Make a promise, and keep it.&lt;br /&gt;--Call someone, for no other reason than to just say "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;--Show kindness to an animal.&lt;br /&gt;--Stand up for what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;--Smell the rain, feel the breeze, listen to the wind, enjoy the sun.&lt;br /&gt;--Use all your senses to their fullest.&lt;br /&gt;--Cherish all your TODAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great advice for today, any day, and EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img title="ImpImages.com" alt="Friends18.com Orkut MySpace Hi5 Scrap Images" src="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk311/impimg/wd/good-day/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4373348100045606214?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4373348100045606214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4373348100045606214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4373348100045606214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4373348100045606214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-today.html' title='Just for Today..'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2207986774333663412</id><published>2008-08-06T11:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:27:38.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks , 6 months , 6 years</title><content type='html'>Read...enjoy &amp;amp; think ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6 weeks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6 years&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dating process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Of course I love U.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Back from Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Phone Ringing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Here, for you.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : PHONE RINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6 years : AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;br /&gt;6 months : You bought a new dress again???&lt;br /&gt;6 years : How much did THAT cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Planning for Vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??&lt;br /&gt;6 months : What's so bad about going to India on a charter plane?&lt;br /&gt;6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6 months : I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2207986774333663412?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2207986774333663412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2207986774333663412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2207986774333663412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2207986774333663412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-weeks-6-months-6-years.html' title='6 weeks , 6 months , 6 years'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-7737874928766764570</id><published>2008-08-05T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:48:22.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All My Beloved Friends!</title><content type='html'>True friends always pop up to say hello....&lt;br /&gt;True friends don't care if you're a little different...&lt;br /&gt;True friends never fight like cats and dogs...&lt;br /&gt;True friends will drive you anywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;True friends let everyone come along....&lt;br /&gt;True friends don't laugh at you when you get new glasses...&lt;br /&gt;True friends help you up when you're down...&lt;br /&gt;And true friends never let you do something you'll regret when you wake up the next morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-7737874928766764570?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7737874928766764570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=7737874928766764570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7737874928766764570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7737874928766764570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-all-my-beloved-friends.html' title='To All My Beloved Friends!'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-8052826714916150784</id><published>2008-08-02T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:10:16.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some very Good &amp; Very bad things..</title><content type='html'>Some very Good and Very bad things ...&lt;br /&gt;The most destructive habit......................&lt;em&gt;Worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest Joy...............................&lt;em&gt;Giving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss................&lt;em&gt;Loss of self-respect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfying work...............&lt;em&gt;Helping others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest personality trait.............&lt;em&gt;Selfishness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most endangered species.........&lt;em&gt;Dedicated leaders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest natural resource...............&lt;em&gt;Our youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm"..........&lt;em&gt;Encouragement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem to overcome.................&lt;em&gt;Fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective sleeping pill........&lt;em&gt;Peace of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most crippling failure disease............&lt;em&gt;Excuses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful force in life..................&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous pariah..................&lt;em&gt;A gossiper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's most incredible computer........&lt;em&gt;The brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to be without................... &lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadliest weapon.......................&lt;em&gt;The tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two most power-filled words..............."&lt;em&gt;I Can&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The greatest asset..............................&lt;em&gt;Faith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worthless emotion..................&lt;em&gt;Self-pity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful attire......................&lt;em&gt;SMILE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The most prized possession................&lt;em&gt;Integrity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful channel of communication.....&lt;em&gt;Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious spirit.................&lt;em&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in life..................&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-8052826714916150784?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8052826714916150784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=8052826714916150784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/8052826714916150784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/8052826714916150784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-very-good-very-bad-things.html' title='Some very Good &amp; Very bad things..'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2890919866266392636</id><published>2008-08-01T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:12:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::::MHO:::: BOYS &amp; GIRL :::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a BOY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY is quite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJLgcxJYQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH0jQs6p2Hc/s1600-h/boy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229488902164202146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJLgcxJYQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH0jQs6p2Hc/s400/boy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has nothing to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He not in the mood of arguing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY looks at u with eyes full of question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is really confused...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY answers "I'm fine" after a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is actually fine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY stared at you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is either amazed or angry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY lays in your lap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is wishing amazed for you to be his forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is spending a lot of talk time to get your attention...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY sms's u everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is forwading them...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY says I love u,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the first time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a BOY says that he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has made up his mind that you are his for at least a week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL is quite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229488112317892722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJLfuyvWCHI/AAAAAAAAADA/8CBdldd_ftw/s400/gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is thinking deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is wondering how long you wil be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL stares at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is wondering why you are lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is seeking for your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL sms's u everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She wants you to reply at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL says I Love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL says that she can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL says " I miss u",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one in this world can miss you more then her.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2890919866266392636?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2890919866266392636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2890919866266392636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2890919866266392636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2890919866266392636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/08/mho-boys-girl.html' title='::::MHO:::: BOYS &amp; GIRL :::::'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJLgcxJYQqI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH0jQs6p2Hc/s72-c/boy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-3354924040879722817</id><published>2008-07-31T13:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:45:17.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop waiting ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi250.photobucket.com/groups/gg275/10HSR1G0CE/stop.gif" /&gt; waiting until you finish school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you go back to school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you lose ten pounds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you gain ten pounds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you havekids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; your kids leave the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you start work, untilyou retire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;you get married, until you get divorced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;Friday night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; Sunday morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you get a new car or home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; your car or home is paid off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;winter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you are off welfare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;the firstor fifteenth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; your song comes on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you've had a drink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you've sobered up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;you die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; you are born again to decide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that there is no better time than right now to &lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/spylead377/Animation/style_be_happy.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-3354924040879722817?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3354924040879722817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=3354924040879722817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3354924040879722817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3354924040879722817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-waiting.html' title='Stop waiting ;)'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/spylead377/Animation/th_style_be_happy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-5385558884258159259</id><published>2008-07-30T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:45:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are strong&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when you take your grief and teach it to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are brave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are happy...&lt;/span&gt; when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are loving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are wise...&lt;/span&gt; when you know the limits of your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are true... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you admit there are times you fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are alive... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are growing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you know what you are but not what you will become.&lt;br /&gt;You are free... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are honorable... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you find your honor is to honor others.&lt;br /&gt;You are generous... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when you can take as sweetly as you can give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are humble... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you do not know how humble you are.&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are merciful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;when you don't need a mirror to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are rich... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when you never need more than what you have.&lt;br /&gt;You are you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when you are at peace with who you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-5385558884258159259?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5385558884258159259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=5385558884258159259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/5385558884258159259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/5385558884258159259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are.html' title='You Are...'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-899643061061517301</id><published>2008-07-29T10:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:33:18.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Women &amp; Love...;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJEya96p66I/AAAAAAAAACw/DaldZqSpM-o/s1600-h/th_women.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229016081232423842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJEya96p66I/AAAAAAAAACw/DaldZqSpM-o/s400/th_women.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;if u kiss her, u are not a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't, u are not a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u praise her, she thinks u are lying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't, u are good for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SI6P8E23-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/u1PbiZete0k/s1600-h/p38.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u agree to all her likes, u are a crimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't, u are not understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u visit her often, she thinks u are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SI6R8W2gliI/AAAAAAAAACo/sejxFr5E-b0/s1600-h/p38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276683536111138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SI6R8W2gliI/AAAAAAAAACo/sejxFr5E-b0/s320/p38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u don't, she accuses of double crossing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u are well dressed, she says u are a playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't..u are a dull boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u are jealous, she says it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't, she thinks u do not love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u attempt a romance, she says u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u don't, she thinks u do not like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u are a minute late, she complains its hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if she is late, she says that's the girls way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u fail to help crossing the street, u lack ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u do, she thinks it just one of men's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tactics&lt;/span&gt; of seduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u stare at another woman, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accuses&lt;/span&gt; u of flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if she is stared by another men, she says that they are just admiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u talk she wants u to listen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if u listen she wants u to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so simple, yet so complex,&lt;br /&gt;so weak, yet so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so confusing, yet so desirable,&lt;br /&gt;so damning, yet so wonderful women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-899643061061517301?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/899643061061517301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=899643061061517301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/899643061061517301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/899643061061517301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-about-women.html' title='All About Women &amp; Love...;)'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJEya96p66I/AAAAAAAAACw/DaldZqSpM-o/s72-c/th_women.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-3573985638775326175</id><published>2008-07-28T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:29:51.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laugh ... TV verse HP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TV &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; Handphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wife is like TV, girlfriend is like Handphone (HP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At home watch TV&lt;/span&gt;, go out bring HP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No money, sell TV. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got money change HP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes enjoy TV,&lt;/span&gt; but most of the time play with HP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TV free for life but HP, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you don't pay the services will be terminated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV is big, bulky and most of the time old,&lt;/span&gt; but handphone is cute, slim, curvy and very portable at any time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Operational cost for TV is often acceptable &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but for HP is high and often demanding,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most Important, TV got remote..&lt;/span&gt; HP don't have.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least....... . TV do not have virus, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but h/p yes......... .have VIRUS....... ........ once get it, terus KONG........&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha. ..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so better choose TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g89/beforethestorm/tv.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn246/stefannosusanto/smiley/phone.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-3573985638775326175?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3573985638775326175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=3573985638775326175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3573985638775326175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3573985638775326175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-for-laugh-tv-verse-hp.html' title='Just for laugh ... TV verse HP'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn246/stefannosusanto/smiley/th_phone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2189966670920544296</id><published>2008-07-27T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:02:15.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Beauty Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIvxyWlie_I/AAAAAAAAABw/OyRrd3v5r1s/s1600-h/f9.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227537639852375026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIvxyWlie_I/AAAAAAAAABw/OyRrd3v5r1s/s320/f9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For attractive lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak words of kindness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seek out the good in people. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share your food with the hungry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let a child run his fingers through it once a day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find One at the end of your arm.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Audrey Hepburn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2189966670920544296?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2189966670920544296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2189966670920544296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2189966670920544296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2189966670920544296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-tips.html' title='Simple Beauty Tips'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIvxyWlie_I/AAAAAAAAABw/OyRrd3v5r1s/s72-c/f9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-5479082391824490600</id><published>2008-07-25T12:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:04:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Tips for A Better Life..must read.....</title><content type='html'>1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read more books than you did in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;18. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;26. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;27. GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;28. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;30. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;31. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;32. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;33. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;35. Call your family often.&lt;br /&gt;36. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;37. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;38. Don't over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;39. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/eyes/images/52.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/eyes/images/55.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/eyes/images/54.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/eyes/images/31.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-5479082391824490600?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/5479082391824490600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=5479082391824490600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/5479082391824490600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/5479082391824490600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/39-tips-for-better-lifemust-read.html' title='39 Tips for A Better Life..must read.....'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-1870507762010095331</id><published>2008-07-22T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:08:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All The Sons / Daughter + son &amp; daughter in law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope this is inspirational and touching to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without our parents, we won't be here. No parents will resort to harm their own children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A touching story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the son came back, the mother immediately ate the food without a word. She stared at him. The son took a taste on his mother's food and spitted out immediately. He ranted at his wife, " Didn't I told you that my mother cannot take too salty food?!" The wife shouted,"OK! She's your mum! You cook for her in future!"After saying that, she stormed into their room angrily. Feeling helpless, the son told the mother, "Mum, don't eat this anymore. I will cook you a bowl of noodles."The mother said, "Son, you have something to tell me? Don't keep everything to yourself."Son: "Mum, I am going to get promoted soon and my upcoming working schedule will be very, very tight...and as for my wife...ummm... she said she will be going out to work...."The mother understood what he meant and said in a begging manner, "Son, please don't send me to the Old Folks' Home.." The son remained silent and tried to think of a good reason to persuade her mother.Then he said," There is nothing wrong with the Old Folks' Home.Once my wife had went out to work, no one will serve you as well as theHome which provides you meals and care. It would definitely do much better than being at home."The son went for a bath after that and went into the Study Room.He looked out from the windows and thought back and hesitated a while.... His mother has been remaining as a widow since she was young with him, and brought him up pain stakingly, solely.She tried all means to earn as much as she could, in order to support him in studying overseas. Yet she expected nothing nor used her past painful experience to threaten his son to be filial.While now, his wife is threatening him with the stake of their marriage."Should I send my Mum to the Home?" He asked himself."The only person who will accompany you till the end of your life would be your wife.." said a friend before. "Your mother is in old age now, and if she's lucky, she might be able to live for a few more years longer. Why not be filial to her for this period of time? reminded by some relatives.He was stuck in a dilemma. He did not want to think anymore, in order not to affect his decision.The son found a Home with high standards, built on a beautiful and transquil mountain top. He told himself that he would feel much better when the more he spent. When the son helped his mother into the lobby of the Home, the 42" TV was turned on. The programme shown on screen was a comedy. But no one was laughing.A few old folks, dressed similarly in clothing, were sitting there, in adaze. There was one who was sitting improperly on a sofa, there was one who was bending down to pick up a piece of biscuit from the floor, therewas one who was talking to himself...The son knew that his mother likes sunlight, so he chose a room with ample sun rays shining into the room. By viewing out from the room, was a big piece of greenery scene. Few nurses were wheeling some old folks out for some fresh air.It was so pathetic of silence in the background. The sun would still need to set down. Soon it was dusk. The son told the mother,"Mum, I am leaving."The mother waved to him to say goodbye, opening her toothless mouth..He turned back to look at his mother. She was full of grey hair andwrinkled skin with deep set eyes...He found that she was really old. He remembered when he was six, due to some circumstances, his mother cannot bring him along with her thus temporarily placed him at a relative's home for few days. He recalled hugging his mother's thigh and begged her not to leave him alone. In the end, his mother never leave him alone and decide to stay with him.He stopped thinking and left.When he returned home, his wife and his mother-in-law were busy discarding things from his mother's room, happily.One of the discarded item was his tall trophy which he won as First Prize when he was young. He wrote an essay on "MY MOTHER". The second item discarded was a dictionary. That was the first gift from his mother, who scrimped and saved for a month in order to buy for him.He shouted,"Enough! Stop discarding anymore!"His mother-in-law cried," There were so much rubbish. If don't discard,there would not be any place for my stuff.."His wife continued,"Yeah! Need to dump away that old, stinky bed of your mum too. We will buy a new bed for my mum later,"He saw some pictures from the stack..they were taken at a zoo andamusement park when his mother brought him there."These are precious belongings of my Mum! You can't discard them!""What sort of attitude is this? I demand you to apologise to my Mum NOW!" ranted the wife.The husband said," When I got married with you, that showed that I will love your Mum too. But why can't you do the same too?"He went back to the Home and saw his mother weeping in between her frail legs. She was missing the moments when her son would apply ointment for her every night...The son kneeled before her and said,"Mum, here I come. I brought the ointment too." The mother said," I will apply it myself, Son! You still need to work tomorrow. Go home, Son!" Son said,"Mum, please forgive me!Let's go home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Daughters &amp;amp; Sons: Please remember to return gratitude to your dads and mums. For Daughter-In-Laws &amp;amp; Sons-In-Laws: Please love your in laws as you did to your parents, becasuse without them, you will not find your partners...they are parents too..To everyone - its not about sending them away. even for those who are keeping them at home and treating them like they never existed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From today : Go wish them every morning &amp;amp; Thank them for bringing you to this world.For what ever you do to them , you will receive in 2 folds back + bonus !!!! Cos you have kids too and they are watching you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wife / Husband can leave you and go but Mum / Dad is a bond for life. No matter how bad you treat them they - Mum / Dad will still love you.Treat your wife/husband badly, see what happens? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-1870507762010095331?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1870507762010095331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=1870507762010095331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1870507762010095331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1870507762010095331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-all-sons-daughter-son-daughter-in.html' title='To All The Sons / Daughter + son &amp; daughter in law'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-3358375224246765549</id><published>2008-07-22T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:20:10.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship And Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can only go as far as you push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Don't let the past hold you back; you're missing the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while, you might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think that the world means nothing, think again. You might mean the world to someone else&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;True friendship never ends. Friends are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Good friends are like stars&lt;br /&gt;You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't frown.&lt;br /&gt;You never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM. (Isn't that the truth?) Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Most people walk in and out of you life. But only True friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-3358375224246765549?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/3358375224246765549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=3358375224246765549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3358375224246765549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/3358375224246765549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship-and-love.html' title='Friendship And Love'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-37493293397977815</id><published>2008-07-22T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:47:09.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Advertisements</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life-size stickers of people were stuck on automatic sliding doors at a mall in Mumbai, India. When someone approaches the doors move apart and it feels like the people on the door are moving away. The person enters to find the message 'People Move Away When You Have Body Odour.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225676953887771938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVVgLNtDSI/AAAAAAAAABY/C-K4orgDkvo/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A giant mirror was built that allowed passersby to stop and look at themselves wearing Indivi clothes at a shopping mall in Tokyo, Japan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVWXd4Sp9I/AAAAAAAAABg/pQBSPQi6xK0/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677903791040466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVWXd4Sp9I/AAAAAAAAABg/pQBSPQi6xK0/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very cost-effective advertisement in Hong Kong for a yoga school. It showcases the prowess of a yoga practitioner on the flexible stems of drink straws. A surge of enquiries and enrollment went after up this promotional stunt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVXqMmgebI/AAAAAAAAABo/EXyRoMaH-mI/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225679325082188210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVXqMmgebI/AAAAAAAAABo/EXyRoMaH-mI/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-37493293397977815?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/37493293397977815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=37493293397977815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/37493293397977815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/37493293397977815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/creative-advertisements.html' title='Creative Advertisements'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIVVgLNtDSI/AAAAAAAAABY/C-K4orgDkvo/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-7622481290786675833</id><published>2008-07-20T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:43:50.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful of Angry Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What A Betrayed Woman Is Capable Of Doing … !!! Enjoy … I Mean Take Care … ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SILQI-HTeAI/AAAAAAAAABI/hSDa5f838sc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SILQbahthmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yl1ULXmfH9k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967687098959458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SILQbahthmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yl1ULXmfH9k/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-7622481290786675833?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7622481290786675833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=7622481290786675833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7622481290786675833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7622481290786675833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-careful-of-angry-women.html' title='Be careful of Angry Women'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SILQbahthmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yl1ULXmfH9k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4757301576819883667</id><published>2008-07-19T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:36:15.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoz of The Operator..;)</title><content type='html'>A woman wanted to reach her husband on his mobile phone but discovered that she was out of credit; she instructed her son - to use his own phone to pass across an urgent message to daddy who is at site. After junior had called, he got back to mummy to inform her that it was a lady that picked up daddy's phone the three times he tried reaching dad on the mobile.&lt;br /&gt;(Women!!)&lt;br /&gt; She waited impatiently for her husband to return from site, immediately she sighted him, she gave him a very hot slap, while the man was trying to ask why? She repeated the slap, people from neighborhood rushed around to know the cause of this. The man asked junior to tell everybody what the lady said to him when he called,&lt;br /&gt;junior said&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;the number u are Trying To call Is not Reachable At The Moment. Pls Try Again Later&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4757301576819883667?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4757301576819883667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4757301576819883667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4757301576819883667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4757301576819883667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/becoz-of-operator.html' title='Becoz of The Operator..;)'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-333252080428639669</id><published>2008-07-18T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:25:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/hearts/images/89.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIBDn2JDnmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1D5ZT8kds2E/s1600-h/169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224249919577235042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIBDn2JDnmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1D5ZT8kds2E/s320/169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now after the marriage you can read it from below upwards !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-333252080428639669?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/333252080428639669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=333252080428639669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/333252080428639669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/333252080428639669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-after-marriage.html' title='Before &amp; After Marriage'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIBDn2JDnmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1D5ZT8kds2E/s72-c/169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-7311146943239665728</id><published>2008-07-18T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:20:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color &amp; Light in Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIA1-_2YKvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7VpUh4uy0bg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224234924157446898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIA1-_2YKvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7VpUh4uy0bg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-7311146943239665728?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7311146943239665728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=7311146943239665728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7311146943239665728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7311146943239665728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/color-light-in-nature.html' title='Color &amp; Light in Nature'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SIA1-_2YKvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7VpUh4uy0bg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2042187767282552584</id><published>2008-07-17T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:14:17.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is Important?</title><content type='html'>If&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;is equal to&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;Hard Work&lt;br /&gt;H A R D W O R K&lt;br /&gt;8 1 18 4 23 15 18 11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;nowledge&lt;br /&gt;K N O W L E D G E&lt;br /&gt;11 14 15 23 12 5 4 7 5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;L O V E&lt;br /&gt;12 15 22 5 = 54%&lt;br /&gt;luck&lt;br /&gt;L U C K&lt;br /&gt;12 21 3 11 = 47%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us think this is the most important ??? )&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes 100% ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it Money ?&lt;br /&gt;.. NO ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;M O N E Y&lt;br /&gt;13 15 14 5 25 = 72%&lt;br /&gt;leadership ? ....&lt;br /&gt;NO ! ! !L E A D E R S H I P&lt;br /&gt;12 5 1 4 5 18 19 9 16 = 89%&lt;br /&gt;very problem has a solution, only if we perhaps change our attitude.&lt;br /&gt;To go to the top,to that 100% ,&lt;br /&gt;what we really need to go further...&lt;br /&gt;a bit more...&lt;br /&gt;ATTITUDEA T T I T U D E&lt;br /&gt;1 20 20 9 20 21 4 5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is OUR ATTITUDE towards Life and Work that makes OUR Life 100% !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2042187767282552584?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2042187767282552584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2042187767282552584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2042187767282552584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2042187767282552584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-important.html' title='what is Important?'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4771065559762038073</id><published>2008-07-17T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:12:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFxoqpiWeDI/AAAAAAAAASk/yNj6seHwinA/s1600-h/gal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214157550501918770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFxoqpiWeDI/AAAAAAAAASk/yNj6seHwinA/s400/gal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;Kissed anyone 2day: Yup...my nephew&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: yup..&lt;br /&gt;Eat: of course la&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: ...&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: nope..&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : Those who just say but don't act&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;Talked to an ex: Yup..we r gud fren.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 10.25 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now: my mom&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any siblings: yup&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you want children : Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often: Seldom..&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like your hand-writing: nope&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are your toenails painted: Yup :)&lt;br /&gt;Q: What colour shirt are you wearing: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday : update my blog&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last: hmm..cant remmember&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: at office.mybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?: yes&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?: umm...mybe&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Hmm..my nokia&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: infinity,and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?: Nope..!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: yes..!&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?: nope..lalu depan church penah ar&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?my mum,my sis n of course my bf&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: depends&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4771065559762038073?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4771065559762038073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4771065559762038073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4771065559762038073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4771065559762038073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you.html' title='DID YOU...'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFxoqpiWeDI/AAAAAAAAASk/yNj6seHwinA/s72-c/gal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-1282867278819633594</id><published>2008-07-17T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:11:24.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you Trust Your Friend ?</title><content type='html'>Everyone is having friends and everyone will make friendship.But everyone will have some doubt on his/her friend that does he/she is telling the truth in all aspects or in any aspect that we questioned him/her. My question is how much you will trust your friend or how you will trusted by your friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFHyR3cWzOI/AAAAAAAAASU/Qi6zdXJ1eYo/s1600-h/fren.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211212632598957282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFHyR3cWzOI/AAAAAAAAASU/Qi6zdXJ1eYo/s400/fren.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/casino"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/friends/images/sign063.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/friends/images/sign008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/friends/images/sign051.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skamu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Orkut Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-1282867278819633594?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1282867278819633594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=1282867278819633594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1282867278819633594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1282867278819633594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-you-trust-your-friend.html' title='Can you Trust Your Friend ?'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFHyR3cWzOI/AAAAAAAAASU/Qi6zdXJ1eYo/s72-c/fren.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-6793787872367568308</id><published>2008-07-17T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:10:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendship Means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friends are God's way of taking care of us. Some people make the world special just by being in it. Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away they were meant to be there...to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. "Friendship consists of only one soul; inhabiting two bodies." I asked God for water, he gave me an ocean. I asked God for a flower, he gave me a garden. I asked God for a tree, he gave me a forest. I asked God for a friend, he gave me YOU. Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people become friends and stay a while... Leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts... And we are never quite the same Because we have made a good friend!! What is a friend? It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself." If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." "True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." Time stands still at that glorious moment when you realize you've found a new friend. I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend." "I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay." A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. "We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere." Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say. If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them. "My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life." "Hold a true friend with both your hands." Even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. My best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. True friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. No matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. We don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change. A true friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be somewhere else. Real friends are those who, when you've made a fool of yourself, don't feel that you've done a permanent job. How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have discovered a friend. The best kind of friend is the one you could sit with on a porch swing, never saying a word, and then walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've ever had. Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have. Most people walk in and out of you life, but only friends leave footprints in your heart. Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us. When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. True friendship never ends. Friends are forever. Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.if u want this type of person then contact LittleBee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zrestha.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/friends/images/sign074.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skamu.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-6793787872367568308?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/6793787872367568308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=6793787872367568308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6793787872367568308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/6793787872367568308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-friendship-means.html' title='True Friendship Means...'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-1430369155660536658</id><published>2008-07-17T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:09:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Most Romantic Things 2do w/ Your B/f or G/f</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFH18I7m02I/AAAAAAAAASc/32EX7p_RPtM/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216657382822754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFH18I7m02I/AAAAAAAAASc/32EX7p_RPtM/s400/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisper to each other.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook for each other.&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold hands&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;br /&gt;7. Roses.&lt;br /&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every timeyou're together.&lt;br /&gt;9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write poetry for each other.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.&lt;br /&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want. Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;br /&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&lt;br /&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;21. Sing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.&lt;br /&gt;24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;26. Dance together.&lt;br /&gt;27. I love the way a girl looks right after she's fallen asleep with her head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they haveto look in a mirror to read it. 29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her about them.&lt;br /&gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;35. Be Prince Charming to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.&lt;br /&gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;br /&gt;39. Take her to see a romantic movie and remember the parts she liked.&lt;br /&gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;42. Make sacrifices for each other.&lt;br /&gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay together.&lt;br /&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren'tthinking about them, and make sure they know it.&lt;br /&gt;45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;br /&gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.&lt;br /&gt;50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and always remember to say, 'Sweet dreams.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-1430369155660536658?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/1430369155660536658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=1430369155660536658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1430369155660536658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/1430369155660536658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/50-most-romantic-things-2do-w-your-bf_8645.html' title='50 Most Romantic Things 2do w/ Your B/f or G/f'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SFH18I7m02I/AAAAAAAAASc/32EX7p_RPtM/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-8921457493539512895</id><published>2008-07-17T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:09:02.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SEeMuTybBfI/AAAAAAAAASE/p9NIXrx94l8/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208286221290898930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SEeMuTybBfI/AAAAAAAAASE/p9NIXrx94l8/s400/Love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SH6pizm3U2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_rHmfuHgjaQ/s1600-h/HEARTS_love-life-learning_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223799033230218082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SH6pizm3U2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_rHmfuHgjaQ/s320/HEARTS_love-life-learning_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-8921457493539512895?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/8921457493539512895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=8921457493539512895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/8921457493539512895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/8921457493539512895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE?'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SEeMuTybBfI/AAAAAAAAASE/p9NIXrx94l8/s72-c/Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-7963094786607698522</id><published>2008-07-17T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:05:19.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Language Tells Us a Lot About a Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch and you will see what the body is telling you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because most of our body language comes straight from the subconscious mind. When we are unhappy for example, we don’t sit up as straight, we walk slower, the tone in our voice changes, and when we are happy our gate, posture and voice expresses it.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s just make a few points about the face alone. When we are giving a fake smile we actually use different facial muscles than when we are sincerely happy. But then that refers back to consciously trying to portray, or rather lie who we truly are, thinking or feeling, and when we are being genuine. One act is done consciously and the other comes direct from the subconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;There is the well known saying that “&lt;em&gt;the eyes are the window to the soul&lt;/em&gt;”, and the eyes alone can tell you a lot about how a person is feeling. If they don’t look at you when you are having a conversation with them for example, can mean a lot of things such as, they think they are better or more superior then you, they are lying, shy, nervous. On the same token, if you look too straight into someone’s eyes for too long, you will make them feel uncomfortable. Normally they are not picking up on this fact consciously, although sometimes that is the case, but most times this is coming from their subconscious mind signaling to them that something is up. Studies through the use of laboratory instruments have shown that the slightest change in eye expression is picked up at the subconscious level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-7963094786607698522?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/7963094786607698522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=7963094786607698522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7963094786607698522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/7963094786607698522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/body-language-tells-us-lot-about-person.html' title='Body Language Tells Us a Lot About a Person'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4428692258649951087</id><published>2008-07-17T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:04:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Does Not Need A Reason‏</title><content type='html'>Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..&lt;br /&gt;Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!&lt;br /&gt;Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,because your voice is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;because you are caring,&lt;br /&gt;because you are loving,&lt;br /&gt;because you are thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;because of your every movements.&lt;br /&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer. Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;br /&gt;Darling,&lt;br /&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you..&lt;br /&gt;Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Now can you smile? Now can you move?&lt;br /&gt;No, therefore I cannot love you...&lt;br /&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Do love need a reason? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;And love doesn't need a reason..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, cannot be touched, but can be felt in the heart&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE DOES NOT NEED A REASON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skamu.com/icons/hearts/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/hearts/images/239.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4428692258649951087?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4428692258649951087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4428692258649951087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4428692258649951087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4428692258649951087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-does-not-need-reason.html' title='Love Does Not Need A Reason‏'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4154752009413354254</id><published>2008-07-17T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:42:20.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Lover..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJFenqCoGbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/650qzKslS3A/s1600-h/DreamingGirl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229064677747071410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJFenqCoGbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/650qzKslS3A/s400/DreamingGirl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A guy who call me beautiful instead of hot..&lt;br /&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch me sleep..(&lt;em&gt;itz means dun ask me to wake up early in the morning to prepare break1st haha&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Will wait for the guy who kiss my forehead and eyes..(&lt;em&gt;for me it show his care&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show me off to the world when I'm in my sweat..&lt;br /&gt;Who hold my hand in front of his friend and colleagues..&lt;br /&gt;Who hug me when im sad..&lt;br /&gt;Will wait for the one who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares me &amp;amp; how lucky he is to have me..(&lt;em&gt;not h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ippocrates&lt;/span&gt; but this show he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the one who turns to his friend &amp;amp; say "that's her..and i love her so much.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go to sleep and dream again;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the only thing to do, until my dream lover come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4154752009413354254?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4154752009413354254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4154752009413354254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4154752009413354254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4154752009413354254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dream-lover.html' title='My Dream Lover..'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lLs017WKISo/SJFenqCoGbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/650qzKslS3A/s72-c/DreamingGirl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-4221255812764864295</id><published>2008-07-17T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:46:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bio....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Facts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDvQIcv65EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jLyI4duBDcM/s1600-h/gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204982637931455554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDvQIcv65EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jLyI4duBDcM/s400/gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a Girl&lt;br /&gt;BirthPlace: Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 31&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female&lt;br /&gt;Left or Right Handed: Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This or That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Lust: &lt;em&gt;Love but now dono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few Best Friends or Many Regular Friends : &lt;em&gt;Many Regular Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: &lt;em&gt;Coke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money or Happiness: &lt;em&gt;Both&lt;/em&gt;..:)&lt;br /&gt;Lip or Nose Pierce: Non&lt;br /&gt;Night or Day: &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim or Phone: &lt;em&gt;Phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have You Evers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah a lot within this few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Lie to someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a "secret" admirer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup..they knoe who they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope..but now a Big Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u in love now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno..confused!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to disapper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah...NOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preferences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile or Eyes: &lt;em&gt;Both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses: &lt;em&gt;Both..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or Taller: &lt;em&gt;Taller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence or Attraction: &lt;em&gt;Intelligence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook-up or Relationship: &lt;em&gt;Relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun or Moon: &lt;em&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-4221255812764864295?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/4221255812764864295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=4221255812764864295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4221255812764864295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/4221255812764864295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bio.html' title='My Bio....'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDvQIcv65EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jLyI4duBDcM/s72-c/gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-577454249144333121</id><published>2008-07-17T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:59:54.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences between love and like</title><content type='html'>Love and like? Hmmmm.... &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDeGBcv65BI/AAAAAAAAARk/by06xV-9edg/s1600-h/love..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in front of the person you love, you feel happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you can always smile and stare into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The person you like is always on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person you love is always in your heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skamu.com/icons/hearts/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Skamu.com - The only place for Myspace icons, Orkut avatars, and profile codes" src="http://www.skamu.com/icons/hearts/images/223.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-577454249144333121?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/577454249144333121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=577454249144333121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/577454249144333121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/577454249144333121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/differences-between-love-and-like.html' title='Differences between love and like'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572864727668959736.post-2073266769487486689</id><published>2008-07-17T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:58:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDZbOMv647I/AAAAAAAAAQk/EziH8Z1cwkw/s1600-h/about+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203446718971700146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDZbOMv647I/AAAAAAAAAQk/EziH8Z1cwkw/s400/about+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDZVysv646I/AAAAAAAAAQc/TtIqZ2XxjiA/s1600-h/tamilchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3572864727668959736-2073266769487486689?l=teenfeeling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/feeds/2073266769487486689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3572864727668959736&amp;postID=2073266769487486689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2073266769487486689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3572864727668959736/posts/default/2073266769487486689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teenfeeling.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl.html' title='A Girl'/><author><name>zrestha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05030630923923271652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lLs017WKISo/SKPU05D88PI/AAAAAAAAADg/nP2MhssYU8g/s1600-R/blue%2Beyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kZ6xeiVcdUE/SDZbOMv647I/AAAAAAAAAQk/EziH8Z1cwkw/s72-c/about+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
