<?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-6669451086247686456</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:02:27.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE is a BLISSFUL SIN</title><subtitle type='html'>Il est son grand amour pour le moment..
(He is her love right now)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7842309115974689531</id><published>2009-08-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:40:07.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if u squueze lemons, u'll get sugar?</title><content type='html'>well life hasnt come to a full circle just yet for me.&lt;br /&gt;lemons and sugars are these basic ingredients for how i fair now.&lt;br /&gt;3 more months to squeeze all the lemons out and maybe,just maybe...i'll get sweet lemonade instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juicy no more! lets crystallize!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-7842309115974689531?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7842309115974689531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7842309115974689531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7842309115974689531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7842309115974689531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-u-squueze-lemons-ull-get-sugar.html' title='if u squueze lemons, u&apos;ll get sugar?'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4334875658945634852</id><published>2009-05-16T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:24:33.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's no naive dame</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lil' miss introvert&lt;/span&gt;. all she wanted is to call the 'rentokil' and destroy those pests and haughty 'heiress'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's not here to make any 'friends' nor foe. all she cared for is herself. yes,she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lil' miss selfish&lt;/span&gt; too! anyone's got problem with that? why wont people stop bugging her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she doesnt need any more faux remarks by anyone. just give her space and she'll shut up.mhm call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lil' miss anti-social&lt;/span&gt; now eh?, thats rite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's not ur doormat anymore!or anyone else's for that matter! she's not ur stepping stone too. so get ur own grave and dig it urself! she'll wait for ur orbituary to come. call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lil' miss morbid&lt;/span&gt; for all she cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's not decaying..but she seems more brittle than before?why is that so?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's not here to stay. she's here to learn n succeed. she'll keep on running till her foot hurts n bleeds. she'll just&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; them off whoever is in her way. yes! lets all call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lil' miss ignorant&lt;/span&gt; now. she wont mind. all she wanted is to be in melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she can not let her petty mixture of emotions control her. not this time. she wont let it happen. she's no saint. she has no shiny halo too. she just needs people to mind their own business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she wanted no fame. she wanted no posts nor those short-term recognition. all she wanted is her privacy. how she'd dream to have her own privacy and just a tiny weeny space. yup that's all.that's ALL that will make her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4334875658945634852?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4334875658945634852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4334875658945634852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4334875658945634852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4334875658945634852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-no-naive-dame.html' title='she&apos;s no naive dame'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-6654599555397867793</id><published>2009-03-31T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:03:34.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a smack on the ARSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is short they claimed.but why did i waste half of it?&lt;br /&gt;three months went by leaving me bits of ashes to grieve upon.&lt;br /&gt;why is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'24' &lt;/span&gt;a day&lt;/span&gt; still not enough?&lt;br /&gt;or should i request for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months will come with a breeze of sheer insanity.&lt;br /&gt;why haven't i woke up from my reverie?&lt;br /&gt;how do i know if i am doing it right?&lt;br /&gt;how can i tell? are there any hints that i can ponder upon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; seems near. alas! why did i steer up north?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i broke my compass. or did the hourglass deceived me?&lt;br /&gt;ponder now as i may. breathe in while i can. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made my decision now.&lt;br /&gt;i chose this path and i must stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how heavy the rain falls nor how windy this road is, i musn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;because yes! life is short.this chance, u cant buy them.&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to pull up my brawn, all of my might and will power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may the force be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-6654599555397867793?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6654599555397867793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=6654599555397867793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6654599555397867793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6654599555397867793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/03/smack-on-arse.html' title='a smack on the ARSE'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-6517820608093600042</id><published>2009-03-25T05:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:21:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///E:/Documents%20and%20Settings/user/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/pixtures+/PLKN%7E/1_663718176l.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;earth hour&lt;/span&gt; here we come..contented,consumed with the theme song "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIJAU&lt;/span&gt;", i was humming it all night long having it on "playback" mode..&lt;br /&gt;i feel sated. too consumed by the song lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;as i reached the chorus,my heart starts to feeble..&lt;br /&gt;a softer side of my aorta starts to fiddle n jiggle..its abnormal i thought at first&lt;br /&gt;after awhile i then realized that "hijau" is one of the 'national service' songs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i missed waking up early before dawn..marching all day long under the hot sun..&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate NS..i used to cry almost everyday wishing that someone with a heart could save me from the torturous trainer at the camp..there's nothing wrong with the camp,nor the food to be blamed, i guess its just ME. i just couldn't bear having to play under the sun. it ain't near my definition of FUN at all, like those commercials that they have on national television, its overrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i missed people calling me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wirawati"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"wirawati! jgn main mata dengan wira!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"wirawati! PT 10"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't good enuff to be called a true wirawati. why? becoz there was this one time, i got punished for having this HUUUUUUUUge steel lugage that i kept inside the dorm. everyone brought their tiny puny lugage that can be put under the bed with ease. unlike mine, it seems IMPOSSIBLE to put it under the bed. people teased and called me names for having such a gigantic carrier. one night, a trainer confiscate my lugage becoz it doesnt meet the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'standard'&lt;/span&gt; size of lugage to be brought to NS! and so i was called-up infront of those sea of people in my NS camp. my enormous carrier was put up for 'auction' on stage. my face went flaming red! the trainer, they emptied all of my precious belongings and be it a jumble sale for everyone to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;they saw EVERYTHING! from my teddy bear to my under garments! that night was one of the unforgettable ones..i wept and broke into tears..why should i be embarassed in front of those wira and wrawati just for the size of my lugage?its kinda absurd actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas,days went by and some of the trainee, had short-term memory loss.. my huge lugage wasn't being discriminated at the end of the NS days..NS doesnt seem that bad after a month and i got used to the trainings and strict regimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now i kinda wish if i could 'rewind' and go trough NS all over again. so that this time, i could bring a smaller bag and cherish every moment and capture it to be xeroxed for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sco_6_RSF4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LBmkR1bGpds/s1600-h/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sco_6_RSF4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LBmkR1bGpds/s320/IMG_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317132592713176962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reminiscing..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-6517820608093600042?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6517820608093600042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=6517820608093600042' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6517820608093600042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6517820608093600042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/03/60.html' title='60'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sco_6_RSF4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LBmkR1bGpds/s72-c/IMG_2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-592809201441363764</id><published>2009-03-07T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:19:02.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr A-Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jason mraz?he's cute,sensational and huggable~&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can conclude..it was fun watching him perform live the other night for 2 hours..(tho it feels like 20mins). theres a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'unanticipated'&lt;/span&gt; incidents happened, yet still overall i had fun with my sis and her friend..the best part was, i could just go screaaaaaaaammm and nobody would care because trust me, my ears almost shut off. they were screaming as if jason mraz would notice who'd scream the loudest and would award them in any ways..at first i stay put and kept quiet..but then something inside me came rushing looking for the exit thru my trachea. and so..i joined the lot and scremed 'Aaahhhhhh'. i managed to put off a few tensed nerves that were building up tru the whole last week thanks to the never ending homeworks,test and assignments..when its over, my brain starts functioning again and brought me to reality.. a reality which i hardly could bear it..the maths test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8I_JNy5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FFrhzc64nSA/s1600-h/IMG_5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8I_JNy5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FFrhzc64nSA/s320/IMG_5415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310584141942475666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;striking red sis and her trusty mate ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8I_JNy5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FFrhzc64nSA/s1600-h/IMG_5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8IVNoYVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y3CUl-zrAMI/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8IVNoYVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y3CUl-zrAMI/s320/IMG_5422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310584130686706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her friends..we were practically sitting by the roadside..(something huge had happend that night but im so lazzzzzyyyyyyyy to type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio~&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/6669451086247686456-592809201441363764?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/592809201441363764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=592809201441363764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/592809201441363764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/592809201441363764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-z.html' title='mr A-Z'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SbL8I_JNy5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FFrhzc64nSA/s72-c/IMG_5415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-933578920175834096</id><published>2009-03-03T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:22:15.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom..take me home :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27Feb2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok i was supposed to have written this on that particular date,but no thanks to this super duper SLooow internet connection,its march edi and im poofed! but what the heck! who cares?haha&lt;br /&gt;on the night of 27feb, we had a cook-out together(residents of house 67)..it was fun because we spare some time to cook and have dinner outside at the balcony of our house..it was no fancy night..just the roof top and us..this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tikar&lt;/span&gt; was placed on the floor and it was kinda like a picnic,but only this time,we are all in our pajamas..unfortunately tho, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; forgot about the 'veggie soup' and the house all went dark..the soup,,,its ALIVE! we went berserk but managed to control ourselves..so here's a picture of our 'sumptuos' meal..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1UYRPvMxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PiloDuWqpFY/s1600-h/IMG_5393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1UYRPvMxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PiloDuWqpFY/s320/IMG_5393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308992311662686994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint prepared to perfection,but we dont care as long as we got each other..the colourful cups there were from athira(got it from IKEA)..haha..she gave us all each..mine's the orange one..:P&lt;br /&gt;to tell ya the truth, we were laughing and chit-chatting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wildly&lt;/span&gt; tru the night..i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'competing' &lt;/span&gt;with hani who could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burp&lt;/span&gt; the loudest..it was hillarious! and in the end we were glued down and had quite a rough time trying to get up since we were so full..haha..full stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now,im in a dilemma..time is ticking and i am nowhere near ready to sit for maths test on thursday..why?because my sis got me this jason mraz consert ticket on wednesday night!! i know its awesome and i should be jumping madly singing "i'm yours" all the way tru the week..but i dont fancy conserts and stuffs..i am a certified nerd who likes to sit on my table and stay in my territory...my sisters so eager to go and i aint moved at all by this whole idea of going to watch him perform live JUST because the next day, i would be facing 'APPLICABLE MATHS" test..is it me,or am i a bore to be with??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'him'&lt;/span&gt; stuck to my wall..(ignore those papers sticking to the board)..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1VjOseaHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dqvfceb4npM/s1600-h/IMG_5386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1VjOseaHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dqvfceb4npM/s320/IMG_5386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308993599468103794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1c9Av_TfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3RQC1HEqv_k/s1600-h/IMG_5389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1c9Av_TfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3RQC1HEqv_k/s320/IMG_5389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309001738982739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have to make my decision now whether to stay home or join my sis..after all, i have the ticket with me..and i could just give it away to some needy homeless chap..but then again,who would wana go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am having this emotional turmoil boiling up inside of me..half of me are screaming pleading to go back home!!!! i miss home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-933578920175834096?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/933578920175834096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=933578920175834096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/933578920175834096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/933578920175834096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/03/momtake-me-home.html' title='mom..take me home :('/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/Sa1UYRPvMxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PiloDuWqpFY/s72-c/IMG_5393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-8499351313084137344</id><published>2009-02-17T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:47:59.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worse case scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ALWAYS REMEMBER to bring your umbrella!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you might not know when its going to rain..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the lesson which i am trying to digest..it was sunny as we set off walking back from college..but the rain starts dripping gradually..and soon, we were soaked and beaten by the strong wind+heavy rain..its not that i didnt bring my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; umbrella..its that there are 3 of us, 2 umbrellas(blue n pink), and the nasty rain...the aftermath of the incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;sherry got a headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my pink spongebob socks were soaked wet totally!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;atiqah's umbrella 'performed' a few acrobatic shows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my eyes went red due to the fact that i ran back home umbrela-less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sherry's accounting book looks more like a mashed sandwich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i took a 10-minute hot shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBJ2jjm6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_MuUmRQDVl8/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBJ2jjm6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_MuUmRQDVl8/s320/IMG_5339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693517445634978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherry and her headache :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIb566eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ti2l7BJs7qk/s1600-h/IMG_5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIb566eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ti2l7BJs7qk/s320/IMG_5337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693493111810530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my so called 'goggles' could not protect my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIL17NuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gi3fZZzJ_k0/s1600-h/IMG_5342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIL17NuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gi3fZZzJ_k0/s320/IMG_5342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693488800085730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongy is wet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIGcLi9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/J-4hMqfyp7Q/s1600-h/IMG_5340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBIGcLi9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/J-4hMqfyp7Q/s320/IMG_5340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693487349926866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brrrrr...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sssseejukk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-8499351313084137344?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8499351313084137344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=8499351313084137344' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8499351313084137344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8499351313084137344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/02/worse-case-scenario.html' title='worse case scenario'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZqBJ2jjm6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/_MuUmRQDVl8/s72-c/IMG_5339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4585687005085915995</id><published>2009-02-15T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:50:06.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 FEB?</title><content type='html'>it was valentines..n i had to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the documentary&lt;/span&gt; project in Times Square..with syery and chan..i know, we are a bunch of pathethics threesomes..haha..its an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyesore&lt;/span&gt; to have witnessed every square metre inch, there would be at least 2 so-called 'lovers' glued to each other..i dont want to be a sadist, but hello? come on get a ROOM! i saw a bunch of midgets( about the age of around 13) conjoined to each other like the twins, peace be upon them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'ladan and laleh'&lt;/span&gt;.. gosh from the LRT station to jalan imbi, there would be couples, conjoined twins, and parameciums undergoing fusion..its not wrong to show ur affections to ur loved ones..but please RESPECT others and try not to be ignorant! i know, when two hearts be one, u would feel as if u both owned the world and are locked gazing each other intensely..but hey, i do have civil rights too like all of u..so come on..gimme a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enuff said about V-day..(more like puke day to me)&lt;br /&gt;we went to times square to shoot some scenes and guess what?! it was ice cream give away day by cornetto in conjuction of V-day!they were giving out 100,000 cones (at least theres a not-so-puking side of V-day)..so i wont hate v-day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much.. number of ppl flocking up were as if its Election Day. c'mon free ice creams!!.we're after all malaysians, malaysians lurves freebies..i know I do..who doesnt ?&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfvFSIOyaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Cp4fGjf8EMk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfvFSIOyaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Cp4fGjf8EMk/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302969960296794530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and so we joined the crowd..i got 3 cornetto ice cream..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sebab tamak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZftwIHsUHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H0N1Ef0mGNs/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZftwIHsUHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H0N1Ef0mGNs/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302968497321300082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfxtZiSO1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/R4L3ROHmPOQ/s1600-h/ye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfxtZiSO1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/R4L3ROHmPOQ/s320/ye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302972848503143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but managed to finish 2 ice creams..we then decided to give away the remaining ice creams to somebody else..(since the guard chase us away because we were piling up ice cream wrappers right in front of the main entrance of times square)ooppppss.. sorry mr.security guard :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfyFYgCoBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/plufHIYlEY4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfyFYgCoBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/plufHIYlEY4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302973260542156818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..at first our trip to times square were excruciatingly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; boring&lt;/span&gt; with all the excessive LOVE in the air..yucks&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day..it was fun because of the free ice creams! we headed home with a stomach full of love n creams!&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4585687005085915995?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4585687005085915995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4585687005085915995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4585687005085915995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4585687005085915995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-feb.html' title='14 FEB?'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZfvFSIOyaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Cp4fGjf8EMk/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-8797788456939007376</id><published>2009-02-10T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:16:50.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yana's baby^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFtT5OZhiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-AKkwIubIeg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFtT5OZhiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-AKkwIubIeg/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301138424937940514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFtL_ntTCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xPWhl9V1310/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFtL_ntTCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xPWhl9V1310/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301138289215753250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFs9POcLoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AbLVaZ2_W10/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFs9POcLoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AbLVaZ2_W10/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301138035706703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFrAEFDwaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XWBrhkdy02s/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFrAEFDwaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XWBrhkdy02s/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301135885230916002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o-kay..fairuz's face shimmering bright..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it all started with yana..she has got a new baby(her EOS cannon 10.1mp camera)..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami semua pantang lihat kamera!&lt;/span&gt; ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;its quite a miracle for me bcoz I seldom..,or more like RARELY step my foot on to the playground..why?becoz i dislike the outdoors..call me sissy a nub or whateva u like..its just me..haha..the indoor type of person..if its 'taking picture' time, im first to join in! how ironic..i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a million thanx to the owner of those pictures above..courtesy of liyana..&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-8797788456939007376?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8797788456939007376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=8797788456939007376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8797788456939007376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8797788456939007376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/02/yanas-baby.html' title='yana&apos;s baby^.^'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SZFtT5OZhiI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-AKkwIubIeg/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4824072826242696428</id><published>2009-02-06T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:17:12.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDERA! he's 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlpUp3BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ffklEzdH5B4/s1600-h/IMG_5197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlpUp3BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ffklEzdH5B4/s320/IMG_5197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731355023301650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE RAINBOW GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtl3AG9LI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YZgEYgg3ncs/s1600-h/IMG_5211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtl3AG9LI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YZgEYgg3ncs/s320/IMG_5211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731358695224498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS BONKERS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtljPfOvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i52gO1OpWaQ/s1600-h/IMG_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtljPfOvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i52gO1OpWaQ/s320/IMG_5198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731353391020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha..fairuz me and athira just lurveeeee the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlvi9uBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zB6R73miqWU/s1600-h/IMG_5189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlvi9uBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zB6R73miqWU/s320/IMG_5189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731356693936146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oohh..food for thought?nah..just for our tummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlkgWGVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j5adKUY82B4/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlkgWGVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/j5adKUY82B4/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299731353730160978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 February 1990&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he's the ARTS class REP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he likes..no he LOVES feline creatures..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;addicted to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hates the colour &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;almost got a ticket for not putting the 'P' sticker on his karissma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its all about indera~ he is now 19 and we celebrated his birthday along with Jia-wern..the venue was HOUSE no 67 and almost everyone came..indera treat us all with steamboat and it was fun^^.. to cut the story short, we had excess food and drinks..but the guys are all angels at heart..why? because they helped cleaning out our house..and the best part was when indra was rumbled by the guys..smeared eggs all over his body..to add things worse,they spice him up with some flour..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDERA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we L.O.V.E  u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: do put the P sticker on will u? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jgn la nak lumba haram ikot org lain..ish~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4824072826242696428?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4824072826242696428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4824072826242696428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4824072826242696428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4824072826242696428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/02/indera-hes-19.html' title='INDERA! he&apos;s 19'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYxtlpUp3BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ffklEzdH5B4/s72-c/IMG_5197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7023752436829246520</id><published>2009-01-31T13:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:07:37.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dum didee dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYTGUzR3HNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VrroV8rZdDU/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYTGUzR3HNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VrroV8rZdDU/s320/IMG_5174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297577122359352530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: bluRry :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYTLVdq-msI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qImqqwtFoK0/s1600-h/IMG_5173+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYTLVdq-msI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qImqqwtFoK0/s320/IMG_5173+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297582631297129154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what'd you get when you cross a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SRIKANDI&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAMA QUEEN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..havoc,madness and sheer laughter all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion,yes come and go..but you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get out of style when it comes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;..they are forever..we came crashing to OU hours ago to shop for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; perfect birthday gift for a dear friend..it was not the usual i-went-to-OU-to-shop-for-groceries day out, but it was more than a mere shopping spree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes our trip something special with a cherry on top was becoz we went out with ATIQAH(usually it would be me and my trusty mate,sherry)..tho it was short and straight to the point,(i  reluctantly succumb myself not to spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even a&lt;/span&gt; penny for a dress) it was meaningful~ im smiling all the way now :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-7023752436829246520?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7023752436829246520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7023752436829246520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7023752436829246520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7023752436829246520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/dum-didee-dum.html' title='dum didee dum'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SYTGUzR3HNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VrroV8rZdDU/s72-c/IMG_5174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7625223593223368737</id><published>2009-01-29T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:38:51.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NO NO</title><content type='html'>oh shyt! in less than 48hours, im heading off to BU and back to college..accounts homework still seems untouchable..i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'conversation'&lt;/span&gt; with me parents a few days back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my amazement,i  had the guts to ask  my mom for a bicycle..(actually i wanted to ask for a scooter instead,but i know if i did, her answer would be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) dont really know where the heck i got those nerves to asked her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; question..it was as if im jumping off a cliff to even cross the word 'scooter' in front of her..she usually would freak out and says.."its so unladylike for u to ride a scooter"&lt;br /&gt;..and so as if i were smart enough to outwit my mom, popped the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sacred&lt;/span&gt; question and held my breath for 5 seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mak..fatin mau basikal laa..boley x?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reply will never change..a solid  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be her typical remarks..she questioned me that how on earth would a girl cycle to college?its so dangerous out there..&lt;br /&gt;(an agonizing fact that she doesnt know is that almost a quarter of my GIRL friends rode to college..)&lt;br /&gt;here comes dad with his 1million-worth question..he said that why dont I buy u a scooter?&lt;br /&gt;my heart was jumping and my feet was thumping, i cooly answered him with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"huh?betol ke ayah?"&lt;/span&gt;( i managed to control myself not to sound overjoyed) he said why not?it has engine at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least now i know i have to deal only with my MOM&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the atmosphere changed..mom stepped in and objects..she said &lt;img src="file:///E:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(for the 100th times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~there goes my dreams all shattered into a thousand pieces..she said im willing to buy u a car instead of a bicycle and a scooter..i am not content at all by her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; offerings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont need a fancy car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im not looking for a four-wheeled monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im a scooter fanatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont want to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Prima donna and that&lt;/span&gt; ladylike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a class D driving license and i wanted a class B one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"ALL IM ASKING FOR is A decent BIKE!!"&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/6669451086247686456-7625223593223368737?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7625223593223368737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7625223593223368737' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7625223593223368737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7625223593223368737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-no-no.html' title='NO NO NO'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-1435458437948432547</id><published>2009-01-26T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:56:19.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm?</title><content type='html'>lalala~ as i was googling for my English project..(documentary on gender issues) i stumbled upon something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;..its about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love  him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot &amp;amp; not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes, there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman - before marriage and after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dare to conclude that men&amp;amp;women complements each other and in the end forms a jigsaw puzzle..life's a puzzlement,yes! but wont it be dull if it is just plain sailing?&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/6669451086247686456-1435458437948432547?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/1435458437948432547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=1435458437948432547' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1435458437948432547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1435458437948432547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title='hmmm?'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4014476798350847590</id><published>2009-01-23T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:26:50.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>far far away cont..</title><content type='html'>....people in far far away(now live house no 67) loves taking pictures..theres this one day,everyone wore black.(except for azreen &amp;amp; atiqah)..its just a coincidence and we didnt plan anything beforehand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIkHJaXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KwmH632zoYk/s1600-h/IMGP3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIkHJaXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KwmH632zoYk/s320/IMGP3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294693992641423730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(l:r=athira,sherry,hani,atiqah,ME&amp;amp; fairuz :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIJP-pJiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/coQ5v3Tf7iU/s1600-h/IMGP3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIJP-pJiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/coQ5v3Tf7iU/s320/IMGP3051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294694004416914978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2 of our neighbours(anis &amp;amp; liyana) too are photos maniac like us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqJU7I77MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IBaVGKZbAN8/s1600-h/IMGP3050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqJU7I77MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IBaVGKZbAN8/s320/IMGP3050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294695304493001922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOo..theres azreen with her cuppa coffee(she's in pink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIkYXZnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hzaqgn63-d0/s1600-h/IMGP2960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIkYXZnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hzaqgn63-d0/s320/IMGP2960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294693992713643634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;we are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt; customers to the cafe..&lt;/span&gt;(first day of college 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIXjSWHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/54RTVcgVb9Y/s1600-h/IMGP2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIXjSWHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/54RTVcgVb9Y/s320/IMGP2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294693989269788786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it..i mish them already~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4014476798350847590?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4014476798350847590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4014476798350847590' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4014476798350847590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4014476798350847590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/far-far-away-cont.html' title='far far away cont..'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SXqIIkHJaXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KwmH632zoYk/s72-c/IMGP3047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4781987387664930603</id><published>2009-01-21T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:35:37.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>far far away</title><content type='html'>long long time ago..there lived a young maiden named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt; in far far away...she was never married..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until one day out of the blue,,ain gave birth to a healthy baby girl..Ain named her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;..and so Fatin grew up to be a bright girl..till one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin met her buff, jock athlete n they were married and blessed with 3 child(fatin wanted more,but her husband said "stop baby stop")..her first princess was named after a fruit that she ate minutes before the labour,,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherry&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;sherry bloomed with quite a number of gentlemans' eagering to take her into courtship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatin's second child was named after an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;..(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Athira&lt;/span&gt;)..athira grew up to be a genius..she always get good grades &amp;amp; was always well-behaved&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe)&lt;/span&gt;..she is so used to be on top with high flying dreams and so chose to be with a pilot(always in the sky flying high)..mr.pilot was sweet and sensational..&lt;br /&gt;her last child(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;) never liked boys...not until mr.H came in and took her breath away..they were married with no child(mr.H had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syphillis&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day sherry met DR.A (Dr.A came from a conventional family and lived with her single mom, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atiqah&lt;/span&gt;)..they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breed &lt;/span&gt;a pair of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; twins..(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hani&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azreen&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;hani&amp;amp;azreen were never apart..like two peas in a pod..they eat,play,sleep n jump around madly together..they grew up to be hyper active..(caffeine rush)..wherever their mama's going, they would always tag along..(its like their umbilical cord were never cut off during birth)..the twins too were undenieably intelligent and both graduated as a successful architects ..(its in the gene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big happy family now lived under one roof in bandar utama..(house no 67)..they all share a same interest..they LOVE taking pictures..(except for ain..she's not used with the modern technology and are afraid of the camera)..they all lived happily ever after..the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s:rekaan semata2..tiada kene mengena dgn yg hidup atau yg sewaktu dgn nye. jika ada tersinggung perasaan, harap maaf)&lt;br /&gt;*peace no war*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4781987387664930603?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4781987387664930603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4781987387664930603' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4781987387664930603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4781987387664930603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/far-far-away.html' title='far far away'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-297951247240567635</id><published>2009-01-18T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:25:17.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>figurative language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE IS LIKE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahaha..english lessons never bore me..we were learning about different style of literary terms last week..and so Ms.chan asked each of us how can u describe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.chan: okay..lets start from the back..ahhh you!!&lt;br /&gt;(fadhli..the funniest guy in class..my lil bro..haha)&lt;br /&gt;.....he was making his usual funny expressions and blurted out "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umm..one minute..one minute&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help but laughed like a mad cow when he answered with the utmost confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LOVE is like HAIR.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaahahaha*rofl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ms.chan: ow..(laughs) how can u relate love with hair?(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole class was cracked up by his "unique" anology of LOVE..*he's soo cute n funny*&lt;br /&gt;theres this one time i asked him to do my rubic's cube(it took me ages to figure out that thing)..he finished it only in a about 10mins or so..haha..its my hobby n shery's to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt; him..he usually backs away when we both said "hiii leeeee" as if we both were from different planet and were like pests to him..haha..i like making his life miserable!!!! the more he resists from me,the more i tend to come nearer..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fadhli: love is hair becoz u take care of ur hair.ah u comb..just like love&lt;br /&gt;ms.chan:*face turned bright red* oohhh..ok ok..how bout the one next to u..how u describe love?&lt;br /&gt;anak ibu(pet name sherry gave to him):love is like ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..the whole class were laughing madly..they both are equally hillarious!!&lt;br /&gt;ms.chan: ohh..now i know! LOVE IS like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIANT HAIR BALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was strucked by mad cow disease and went on laughing until my stomach tangled up in a bundle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indera was next..he said that love is like shoes!! *saya tau indra syg sgt kasot rainbow die tu*&lt;br /&gt;(i dont know whats wrong with the boys' head..their definition of love is very peculiar..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..and as for me..i think that love is cancerous..its deadly and at the same time contagious..once u had it..the 'malignant cell' will spread into ur blood stream..enuff said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6669451086247686456-297951247240567635?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/297951247240567635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=297951247240567635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/297951247240567635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/297951247240567635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/figurative-language.html' title='figurative language'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-5266225086717359025</id><published>2009-01-17T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:49:37.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZZZZZZzzzzZZZZzzz~&lt;br /&gt;im feeling: drowsyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;its way past my bedtime..wuwu~&lt;/span&gt; i usually sleep at 11pm or onwards..now its almost 2am..im stuck with my huge heap of accounts homework!!! helppp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blogging is a way to distract myself from my "comfy" bed*&lt;br /&gt;so here i am..trying to deter my half conscious mind not to think of my pillow n teddy..theres no one around to help me with my accounts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im throwing out all of my frustration of not getting to balance the profit &amp;amp; loss account!!! my room mate had gone home for the weekend..and im left alone..mumu~&lt;br /&gt;sherry TOO migrated next door since her room mate went out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont do caffeine &amp;amp; coffee(yuckss coffee are too bitter for me)..2 of my housemates(azreen &amp;amp; hani) cant live without at least one satchet of coffee per day..maybe that's why i sleep early and all of my energy would be drained out before 11pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;*still figuring out this darn accounts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHH..suddenly blackout!!!&lt;br /&gt;im scared of the dark..sherry called my name from downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;i replied her with a screaammmm..and she stomped into my room with this tiny torchlight..*barely enuff to see her face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres light again..phew! i can see again! we both giggled and sherry went back to her room..im left alone again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better say bye2 to accounts and doze off..nite2 accounts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 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/6669451086247686456-5266225086717359025?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/5266225086717359025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=5266225086717359025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/5266225086717359025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/5266225086717359025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-im-feeling-drowsyyy.html' title='lost in translation'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-5115920708529044522</id><published>2009-01-12T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T03:53:00.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mars oh mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWsiiYsAWeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BGD-K8nMlZY/s1600-h/emo-119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWsiiYsAWeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BGD-K8nMlZY/s320/emo-119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290360161414699490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current mood &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOMBRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i reli need to express my feelings rite now..911! im in dire need for help..:( just came back from a long day at college with loads of accounts homework n 2 other classes..i just feel like hitting the sack rite now..its nothing about college and those tonnes of homeworks..its about an incident rite after my last lecture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it begins...as i was waiting for the van to get back home,,this one guy approaches me&lt;br /&gt;(he who might not be named..let's call him MR.X)&lt;br /&gt;mr.x came up to me n said.."fatin i have something to say to u' *he politely say* n so i answered with my usual blurred face..he then backs away saying that 'its ok..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xpe lah..xde ape2&lt;/span&gt;..just forget it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like o-kay..whats his problem?! i then urge him to speak up..he then got the nerve n spoke "i reali think you need to maintain ur figure..keep ur shape..u need to jog..why dont we go to the park and play basketball this wednesday?" i can see that he's partially blushing underneath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh GOD!! why does MARTIANS(XY species) doesnt know that these issues are kinda sensitive to us,the females??i am taken aback and just managed to smile at him..i answered politely "umm..xpela MR.X, fatin xsuke the outdoors laa..xmo jog and xnk la main basketball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just gave me a nod and i sped off to sherry..his words were venomous..it kept haunting me..why does he even bother about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my figure?! &lt;/span&gt;who does he think he is..maybe im being irrasionale and emotional..but i dont know what his motives were about..why me? of all the girls he could keep an eye on,n he chose me! why am i the victim here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here comes the van...inside the van,, MR.X say to me again.."umm fatin..jgn lupe..xmo mkn nasi byk sgt..u have to maintain ur shape" my dear fren(someone not to be named too) then answered.."why are u so concern about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; figure??" mr.x then shyly just changed the subject matter to sherry..i was like..o-kay enough already! am i that hideous or bad-looking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes guys are being inconsiderate and COMPLEX without they even notice it..they're one tough creature to be explained..and i can say that they all are a huge pain in the arse! they just dont get us and they claim that THEY understand..but actually,they dont! sheesh! i wish that they'd all vanish to planet MARS!!! :(  now i dont know whats wrong with me..or its just HIM!!&lt;br /&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/6669451086247686456-5115920708529044522?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/5115920708529044522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=5115920708529044522' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/5115920708529044522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/5115920708529044522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/mars-oh-mars.html' title='mars oh mars'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWsiiYsAWeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BGD-K8nMlZY/s72-c/emo-119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-282108594154861229</id><published>2009-01-11T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:13:50.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woopie</title><content type='html'>sundays were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/span&gt; to be the "happy hours" for me..but this sunday..aku rase bosan tahap &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cipan&lt;/span&gt;!! (oops sorri &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cipan&lt;/span&gt;..i didnt mean to hurt u,or any of ur monkey family..its just a saying)&lt;br /&gt;i was humming the same song from my playlists..got nothing to do exactly..there are lots of assignments to look forward to,but nothing to start off with..for now,ausmat still seems manageable..(hope i didnt spoke too soon)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english seems &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok lah&lt;/span&gt;..as far as im concerned,Ms.Chan doesnt appeard to be the type that would eat little children &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; n she seems energetic everytime she enters the room..but i still miss my old MRS.LEE!! she's lovable, caring n kind..I LOVE U MRS.LEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my most blurred subject, ECONS...ms.jesrina are seen as someone that will not tolerate students sleeping in her class...unlike mr.kok last year(he's so gentle n soft-spoken)..half of the class was dozing off whilst he was tentatively drawing the demand-supply curve...i see a shimmer of light beaming tru for this year..so i guess econs will not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;dull..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the other subjects..i dont see any problems with the lecturer..they all look serious and no fooling around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! i almost forgot the main reason im posting this blog..i just want to say SORRY to huhahuha..or ajim(u know who u are)..bcoz i should not stereotype people onli by their appearance or by meeting them for the first time..for that, i apologize..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; if got to know u better like u said before..i might not judge u..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just maybe!&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..dont wana get all mushy..just hope u'd read "MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS"..it'l definitely help u loads in communicating with the XX species..haha&lt;br /&gt;till then..toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-282108594154861229?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/282108594154861229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=282108594154861229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/282108594154861229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/282108594154861229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/woopie.html' title='woopie'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-6475613187776875286</id><published>2009-01-10T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:45:50.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>australia oi oi oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWiCC9eua3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cZalLiOajgc/s1600-h/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWiCC9eua3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cZalLiOajgc/s320/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289620749721430898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh its saturday again! i had a date with sherry to the movies. Ms.Chan,our english lecturer said that we were having this assignment on the latest movie 'Australia'..we're done with book reviews n those journals..for this year,its kinda exciting coz we will be doing lots of movie reviews and films too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off planning to go and watch australia with the 5 of us( me, sherry, atiqah, ain &amp;amp; jia-wern)..then ain said "saya balik minggu ni. sorri :(" onli left the four of us then..and so, i started planning to book for those tickets at the TGV..but then jia-wern said "sorri le fatin..i'm going back oso.." sheesh! now left the 3 of us! later on..atiqah gave me this news saying she had to go to the "save Palestin" campaign..i've tried persuading her not to go but she resist! oh what the heck let her save those palestinians then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its only me n the old sherry..XD oh yea..indra tagged along with us n his 4 alma mater(ajim,acap,spark).. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOpps correction, not 4 but 3(&lt;/span&gt;thnx ajim..bluek) I have very low expectations of this AUSTRALIA movie. i thought it would be those dull historical films and documentaries..alas,i was always wrong. it turned out to be a heart-wrenching and a very meaningful story! though with all of the best part being cut off,i would still give it a five! I now have a huge crush on Hugh Jackman's firm body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i put aside hugh jackman,the cutest character in this movie would be KING GEORGE!! oh hail him..he is the granfather of Nullah, the bomoh of the 'lost generation'..the funny part was when his butt showing offt at the end of the movie when he was supposed to take Nullah on a 'walkabout'..haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who havent watched it, i'd say that u'll be missing the fun!! i didnt even have sleepy thoughts..its definitely a five!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-6475613187776875286?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6475613187776875286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=6475613187776875286' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6475613187776875286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/6475613187776875286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/australia-oi-oi-oi.html' title='australia oi oi oi'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWiCC9eua3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/cZalLiOajgc/s72-c/3073867866_15c4146660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7930644765774515976</id><published>2009-01-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:32:58.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 interesting facts &amp; findings</title><content type='html'>i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meditating&lt;/span&gt; through the search engines and found out these cool facts from BBC NEWS..some of them are hilarious&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrots used to&lt;/strong&gt; be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both men and&lt;/strong&gt; women find long legs in the opposite sex attractive,but not too long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain tumours can&lt;/strong&gt; be diagnosed by a handshake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short men are&lt;/strong&gt; more likely to be jealous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men eat more&lt;/strong&gt; Brussel sprouts and broccoli than women.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Olympic torch&lt;/strong&gt; is designed to withstand winds of up to 65km an hour and stay alight in rain up to 50mm an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rice was once&lt;/strong&gt; considered so important in Japan that it was worshipped as a god.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About 86% of&lt;/strong&gt; fathers attend the birth of their children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A severed finger&lt;/strong&gt; tip can grow back naturally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain chemical oxytocin&lt;/strong&gt; makes us trust strangers with money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the&lt;/strong&gt; earliest Mars Bars was pineapple-flavoured.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syria has the&lt;/strong&gt; world's largest restaurant, seating 6,014 diners.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pigs can suffer&lt;/strong&gt; from mysophobia, a fear of dirt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Volvo can&lt;/strong&gt; accommodate 13 people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everton, Aston Villa&lt;/strong&gt; and Fulham are among the football clubs that were created from Sunday schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pears sink while&lt;/strong&gt; apples float.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faking one's death&lt;/strong&gt; is known as pseudocide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E-mail addresses beginning&lt;/strong&gt; with "A", "M" or "S" get more spam than those starting with "Q" or "Z".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenyan women eat&lt;/strong&gt; stones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry the V invented&lt;/strong&gt; passports.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goats wear condoms&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;,The olor is held in place by a rope or an elastic strap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SV3BbGVnqHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qeas8xWd7mQ/s1600-h/24The+olor+is+held+in+place+by+a+rope+or+an+elastic+strap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SV3BbGVnqHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qeas8xWd7mQ/s320/24The+olor+is+held+in+place+by+a+rope+or+an+elastic+strap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286594208904751218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world's longest&lt;/strong&gt; insect is 56cm long. the &lt;i&gt;Phoba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;eticus &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;chani&lt;/i&gt; (Chan's megastick)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SV3BE1rDEgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eONB50-vdpI/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SV3BE1rDEgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eONB50-vdpI/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286593826474103298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sydney Opera&lt;/strong&gt; House was inspired by a peeled orange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most common&lt;/strong&gt; "combination craving" for a pregnant woman is pickles and peanut butter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama supports&lt;/strong&gt; West Ham.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&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/6669451086247686456-7930644765774515976?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7930644765774515976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7930644765774515976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7930644765774515976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7930644765774515976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-interesting-facts-findings.html' title='25 interesting facts &amp; findings'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SV3BbGVnqHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qeas8xWd7mQ/s72-c/24The+olor+is+held+in+place+by+a+rope+or+an+elastic+strap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7967681837323981165</id><published>2008-12-31T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:12:23.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 resolution~</title><content type='html'>oh gosh how time flew by with a blink of an eye...i still cant digest that there are 364 more days ahead of me to get tru 2009..and i will be 19 years old in months to come..how i wish i can have the ability to freeze time and rewind XD but then again,that would be uncool cause i have to go tru the not-so-pleasant ordeal of adapting myself, emancipating from my parents and living away from them.. .life would be easier if i were a chamelion..i could just blend in and be chamouflage..that would be superb! but to come to think of it, chamelions are slow..tho they have the power to change,but they are slowpokes! i cannot afford to take the plain-sailing-yadda-yadda route..2009 holds a bucket of hope for me..every year people will scribble up some of the so called new year resolutions..i am one of those freaks some might say..i would list 5 new year resolutions each year just as a guidance what to look for in that year..i really dont wana be the odd flock and tend to go with the flow..so for 2009, i have listed my new year resolution as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop picking on my lil sister and try not to call her with nicknames..(oh yea,this too was my last year's resolution)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen to my mom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be nice with people around me..(i have to try not to have those 'quarrels' with sherry anymore..haha as if i can resist!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop wearing boxer shorts at home..(its a n eyesore for my roomate XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;succumb to any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wild &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outrageous &lt;/span&gt;temptations and focus on my goals..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean the toilet bowl XD and do house chores more to help my roomate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yea and help to take the trash out more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last but not least,be myself and have fun!!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my god i hope i can stick to my new year resolutions..lets all welcome 2009 with an open arm and a warm heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy new year mates~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6669451086247686456-7967681837323981165?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7967681837323981165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7967681837323981165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7967681837323981165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7967681837323981165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-resolution.html' title='2009 resolution~'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7320590281577906916</id><published>2008-12-22T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T05:37:28.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh JOY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh hi im bak!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i last spill anything here..just tot i'd share some holiday spirit with all of  the people out there(since i'm onli left a week or so for college) oh bummer~&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; is coming tho and days been passing by without leaving any trace for me to even contemplate with myself! haha..not! to be honest, i've been loathing around at home doing the exact routine each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke at 6.20am everyday (i know pathetic even on sundays miraculously!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my "sumptuous" breakfast at around 7.30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the day would go on till lunch, with me staring in front of my laptop..i basically do nothing by this time of the day..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when half of my day have been wasted "virtually", i would then have a sense of guilt and pull up some muscles to grab a book..:P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the rest of my day would proceed with an utterly boring way!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so this typical routine would go on and on and on..oh joy. (as for me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'tomorrow is not the beginning of a new day!'&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh yea..its tomorrow already! joy- i usually say to myself every morning :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;...now that two weeks has passed and i can conclude that i misses those hectic college days..(i know, i sounded just like a nerd! hey after all i'm a certified N.E.R.D)haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I M.I.S.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my roommate(dont tell her this XD)..she's not much of a chatter,but she complement me very well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having those "quarrels" with sherry,my classmate,housemate..gosh! she can be very mushy when she hear me saying 'i miss u sherry' (god! please dont let her noe i said this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i reli2 miss my housemates(tia,hani,ajin,fairuz)..they're extremely LOUD,they can get on ur nerves once in a while, but how can u resist them?they are angelic once u got the chance to know them..and i am honoured to be the very few people to have the 'privillege' to reside in house 67!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking bak home every tuesday after class..:D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my english lecturer MRS.LEE..too sad she wont be teaching me next year..she's very special..i adore her a lot!!(yea she's kinda cute tho)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my coursemates..they're just super sweet and a bunch of good citizens..haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;tho,i must cherish every second i got to spend at home since next year will be a very stressful journey and a hell lot of obstacles to go tru..-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. a word of wisdom to whoever out there, enjoy every fragment of ur life while u can..be thankful for what god have gave u(with 24 hours each day)..use it wisely! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;till then :D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MAY GOD BLESS US ALL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-7320590281577906916?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7320590281577906916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7320590281577906916' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7320590281577906916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7320590281577906916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-joy.html' title='oh JOY~'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-2813841851746816785</id><published>2008-12-08T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:52:36.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a chime for athira azmi :)</title><content type='html'>heard that you're going to sabah the day after tomorrow ayte??:)&lt;br /&gt;juz  thought that i'd share a thing or two about what u might be facing..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack up a pair of good walking shoes or trainers..cause i bet u'll be heading to mt.kinabalu..so its better for u to wear something that u're really comfortable with..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if u do overnight near mt.kinabalu there,be sure to bring along ur warm and cosy sweater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if u're planning to go to Manukan Island,which is a very scenic spot for those who enjoys the outdoor and the sea,make sure u bring with u anything that will suit the beach..(sandals, umbrella :P and stuffs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh yea i almost forgot..do not get confuse by their 'eccentric' slang..haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sabahan guys are usually short..so dont plan to hook one for urself :P cause they're way off from being EDWARD CULLEN!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if u're going on ur own(without any tour guide),prevent urself from being cheated by the local people..they can know u're an outsider n will raise the price of things much higher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;filipino market(the latest name of that market i cant remember) usually sell items that are costly compared to any market in the outskirt..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;guess thats about it athira :)&lt;br /&gt;oh n if u do found some one that can beat edward,do give me a buzz!!&lt;br /&gt;t.care!! peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-2813841851746816785?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/2813841851746816785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=2813841851746816785' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2813841851746816785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2813841851746816785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/chime-for-athira-azmi.html' title='a chime for athira azmi :)'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-8745427438087154882</id><published>2008-12-08T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:59:23.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pixtures~</title><content type='html'>o-kay..so now im bored rotting at home..thought i'd share some of the pics that i took during my family trip to sabah..(actually im so bored that i have nothing to do besides blogging :P)..i ponteng college for a week and we all went to sabah just a few weeks before IELTS..haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's some of em..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0YkvPjk9I/AAAAAAAAADM/lE7pt3LYwMQ/s1600-h/IMG_4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0YkvPjk9I/AAAAAAAAADM/lE7pt3LYwMQ/s320/IMG_4343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401357784159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o-kay..we have no one at that moment so just put the camera on one of the 'lucky' logs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Yk9zaWpI/AAAAAAAAADU/r1eBX1O_O-I/s1600-h/IMG_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Yk9zaWpI/AAAAAAAAADU/r1eBX1O_O-I/s320/IMG_4337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401361692646034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here we are again putting the camera now on our rented car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Ykb7Rf7I/AAAAAAAAADE/3XXqveIES2Y/s1600-h/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Ykb7Rf7I/AAAAAAAAADE/3XXqveIES2Y/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401352598814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tiring yet enjoyable canopy walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0YkJihA0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c2rHiB7_P5Q/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0YkJihA0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c2rHiB7_P5Q/s320/IMG_4149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401347663135554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mount kinabalu..the view was breath taking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Yj_CbNLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jELyD6LUMXs/s1600-h/IMG_4125-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0Yj_CbNLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jELyD6LUMXs/s320/IMG_4125-vert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277401344844182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6669451086247686456-8745427438087154882?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8745427438087154882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=8745427438087154882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8745427438087154882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8745427438087154882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/pixtures.html' title='pixtures~'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/ST0YkvPjk9I/AAAAAAAAADM/lE7pt3LYwMQ/s72-c/IMG_4343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-8027741146701709478</id><published>2008-12-07T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:48:14.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new crush :p</title><content type='html'>wow.!! just came back from watching TWILIGHT!! now im sooo into ROBERT PATTISON!!&lt;br /&gt;yea i watched the movie with my frens rite after IELTS,*enough said already about IELTS :(*&lt;br /&gt;before stepping to the cinema,,i was like saying to myself how can this ROBERT guy be the hero of twilight?becoz c'mon he got this boyish pretty face and way too far for being an eligible HOT VAMPIRE(he was acting as edward cullen)!! robert was playing cedric in Harry potter and the goblet of fire before..so i cant seem to connect a schoolboy wizard can actually transform to this bad-boyish appearance of a vampire..he was super fine in that movie..i cant seem to stop myself from drooling all over him..i LIKE HIM!!!!he got this mysterious look on his face and his jaw structure was extra extra hot..wow..i cant believe that i totally have the hots for him..too bad that malaysian guys dont have the exact body frame as him..his broad shoulders..dark hair..pale skin..super fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;::::: ROBERT PATTINSON ::::&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/STyHZ63F93I/AAAAAAAAACs/_d1_D6dYuKQ/s1600-h/normal_ss001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/STyHZ63F93I/AAAAAAAAACs/_d1_D6dYuKQ/s320/normal_ss001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277241742738192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    * born on 13 May 1986 (he's only 22!!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;* originated from London,England :)&lt;br /&gt;* height: 6' 1" (1.85 m)&lt;br /&gt;* he plays the guitar and piano..super sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-8027741146701709478?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8027741146701709478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=8027741146701709478' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8027741146701709478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/8027741146701709478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='my new crush :p'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/STyHZ63F93I/AAAAAAAAACs/_d1_D6dYuKQ/s72-c/normal_ss001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-7566581572080039272</id><published>2008-12-04T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:26:40.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amusing?? NOT!!</title><content type='html'>OMFG!!! just finished my speaking test!! n it was like..scary!!&lt;br /&gt;at first the examiner seems super sweet n super nice..but it turns out to be the oppositE!!&lt;br /&gt;here's the story&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enter room 708*&lt;br /&gt;examiner: hi..:)&lt;br /&gt;(all konon seems so sweet)&lt;br /&gt;ME: hello..(trying to cover my nervousness)&lt;br /&gt;examiner: well..this is the speaking test for candidate name FATIN 'AQILAH candidate no bla bla bla..(she got the face of a 65 year old lady but her accent was superb!!)&lt;br /&gt;examiner: let me start the tape and i will ask u question about yourself..&lt;br /&gt;ME: *stare at her still at a shocked state bcoz of her very fine aussie accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..the question goes on as follows:&lt;br /&gt;examiner: what is the meaning of ur given name?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: are u still a student?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: what subject are u taking?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: for how long have u been studying?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: do u like studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for the first part it was still ok..but then came the 2nd part*&lt;br /&gt;examiner: we will now move on to part 2..&lt;br /&gt;examiner: where do u think people will go to listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;*this is the time where i bluff,bluff n bluff..i made up a story about a non-existance music store!!*&lt;br /&gt;i was like okay..where can anyone go for a music??of all the REAL places that we can go to listen to music,,i said an ONLINE store!! how pathetic!! damn..:(&lt;br /&gt;and the examiner was like..o-kay..and she was making this weird face as if i've committed suicide..and made her ears swollen or something..maybe becoz of my average english accent..unlike HERS!!&lt;br /&gt;her face was making me even more nervous!!&lt;br /&gt;and so,i lied,and create this whole idea of a music community that we can go virtually..whateva that came across my cramped brain~&lt;br /&gt;and then came part 3..she started off with a question something like this..&lt;br /&gt;examiner: do you think that music requires discipline?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: what benefit does it give to children?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: how children today listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;examiner: is it possible that music are free of charge one day??&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;examiner:thats the end of our speaking test..THANK YOU! u can go now&lt;br /&gt;its over,thank god..but i answered badly~~~&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..thank YOU NANA!! for giving me a ride to college!!&lt;br /&gt;she's a real friend...oh shit! tomorrrow's,reading, listening n writing&lt;br /&gt;i hope that GOD's kind to me tomorrow..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-7566581572080039272?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7566581572080039272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=7566581572080039272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7566581572080039272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/7566581572080039272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/12/amusing-not.html' title='amusing?? NOT!!'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4081553163859644117</id><published>2008-11-20T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:11:50.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>konpius.confuse.confucious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;AAaaaahHHHhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i really need to let myself out!!(AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im soo confuse right now..confuse!confuse..A con that can fuse?eeww hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;(sorry.this post was meant for me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;are there really such thing called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; out there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is it true that a friend in need is a friend indeed?or is it just a saying that can never be true???&lt;br /&gt;help~ 911!! CPR!! anyone??&lt;br /&gt;a dozen of friends here doesnt really promise me happiness..why??why is it soo hard for me to digest that we are all born &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt; in this universe?i'm in dire need of help right now but dunno who to turn to..its true what they say keep your friends close,and your enemy closer..coz who know one day your worse enemy might be the one who can help you. i just need to express my deepest n darkest feelings to somebody..a dummy would be ok coz he would always listen to me n never judge my thoughts..but the thing is,,there's no DUMMY here!!! all im left with are plastics and cons.&lt;br /&gt;haih~ i can never express myself very well..thats my weakness,i know. and in the end,im being used..pathetic old me,being the plastic again and now she's reuse,recycleable! the nature of plastics that cannot be disposable is something that can be awed at..but its the heat make it soo vulnerable. i'd rather be a paper bag than those plastic thingy..im weak inside. im human. but theres no reason for anyone out there to use me as if im a piece of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; shit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;then again..the confusion is still here bobbling through my cramped mind..i cannot wander around my thoughts like before..its NOT THE SAME anymore!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4081553163859644117?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4081553163859644117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4081553163859644117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4081553163859644117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4081553163859644117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/konpiusconfuseconfucious.html' title='konpius.confuse.confucious?'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-1767584290509534294</id><published>2008-11-19T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:17:09.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awww XD</title><content type='html'>i went back home early today since i finished my speaking test yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;the topic was about relationships n friends..it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; okay..haha&lt;br /&gt;juz now it was raining mildly as i was walking back with my dear friend chan..half way tru the journey,indra then appeared on his&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; motorbike..i dunno what has struck him,but he offered me a ride home..i was like,,&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wohooo~&lt;/span&gt; sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest,i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; riding a motorbike..(ok,,not LIKE,but LOVE n LOVE n LOVE!!) but the thing is,,u noe how mom can be sooo paranoid of her daughter..she wont even let me rode a bike!! not even once!! lucky me, she's not around..so i just grab the opportunity to indra's offer..THANX INDRA!!!(i know it was like for about less than 5mins on a bike,,but to me,it was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WhOAH~&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;i even dared asking my mom once  to buy me a scooter but she refuses n got mad!!(haih~ guess it will remain a silent dream) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-1767584290509534294?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/1767584290509534294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=1767584290509534294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1767584290509534294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1767584290509534294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/awww-xd.html' title='awww XD'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4999774924531892092</id><published>2008-11-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:51:03.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another series of misfortunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;..just came bak from a week of holidaying..n guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;took maths test the same day as english test..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english test was like pfft &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;of all the bad things that could happen,,the van driver was not there after we finished our test..he sucks BIG time!! so much for baldie..&lt;br /&gt;to add the misery,have to walk back home through the rain..without an umbrella..oh god do love us very much cos he keeps on TESTING me!!! oh whyyyy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4999774924531892092?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4999774924531892092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4999774924531892092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4999774924531892092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4999774924531892092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-series-of-misfortunes.html' title='another series of misfortunes'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-1500014558572739330</id><published>2008-11-05T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:12:16.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW a calculator can cost more than a pair of LEVIS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;have u ever ever EVER imagine that your calculator's the next precious thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;other than your handphone?its funny how life can lead you to a new degree of belonging and responsibilty.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;here's the thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in those days(when in lower secondary)...&lt;br /&gt;i am soo used to putting my lil' calculator everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;dont even have the urge to look after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt;my calculator always end up to be the first to be ruined or smashed. as i am not that good at keeping things.&lt;br /&gt;my Mum used to call me '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;butterfinger' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i was her only daughter that cant always get things right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas of those days..now i have to depend on my conciousness to keep a good eye on my big calculator..a new challenge for me to face..i hope lil' butterfinger has now lost her butter n matured..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-1500014558572739330?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/1500014558572739330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=1500014558572739330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1500014558572739330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/1500014558572739330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-calculator-can-cost-more-than-pair.html' title='HOW a calculator can cost more than a pair of LEVIS?'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-2031667273001778085</id><published>2008-11-04T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:36:33.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>die teddy..nooo :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SRBa2TM7OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/UZQzsdRSbuY/s1600-h/smoking-gloomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SRBa2TM7OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/UZQzsdRSbuY/s320/smoking-gloomy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264807853310032690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Die TEDDY..DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as i w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as browsing for IELTS writing topics,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i found this interesting topic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"smoking habits in young people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;smoking is bad..i mean,those who smokes already been aware of this so cliche phrases.&lt;br /&gt;but why does teddy stil smokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;will u please stop smoking for the sake of your own health?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will u still be with me when i graduate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can i still hug you some day in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will you,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;teddy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;be mine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6669451086247686456-2031667273001778085?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/2031667273001778085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=2031667273001778085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2031667273001778085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2031667273001778085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/die-teddynooo.html' title='die teddy..nooo :('/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gwNqZA5XANw/SRBa2TM7OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/UZQzsdRSbuY/s72-c/smoking-gloomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-2250792523236011195</id><published>2008-11-04T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:30:00.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il est son grand amour pour le moment.. (He is her love right now)</title><content type='html'>hmmm...im feeling a lil bit&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; over the edge &lt;/span&gt; rite now..&lt;br /&gt;i miss him..miss him..miss him..&lt;br /&gt;miss him..waaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still curling up on my bed i feel like taking him into my arms..n squeeze him&lt;br /&gt;i want him...pronto!&lt;br /&gt;could somebody help teleport my dead kitty back!!&lt;br /&gt;lol :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-2250792523236011195?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/2250792523236011195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=2250792523236011195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2250792523236011195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/2250792523236011195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/il-est-son-grand-amour-pour-le-moment.html' title='Il est son grand amour pour le moment.. (He is her love right now)'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669451086247686456.post-4584115219980168841</id><published>2008-11-04T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:24:53.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i deleted my BLOG</title><content type='html'>how pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i created a blog sometime ago..&lt;br /&gt;but then i reverted the template to classic HTML..n its IRREVERSIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo in denial rite now coz i have to start all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;curse me.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;soo this is what the consequences u have to pay if u pandai2 wana test something new..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669451086247686456-4584115219980168841?l=fatinbanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4584115219980168841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6669451086247686456&amp;postID=4584115219980168841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4584115219980168841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669451086247686456/posts/default/4584115219980168841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatinbanana.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-deleted-my-blog.html' title='i deleted my BLOG'/><author><name>fatin_banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08161453928960296688</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/_gwNqZA5XANw/SWnr7_6KbOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ufe7_xZ7_98/S220/Pixel_dust006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
