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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iarepeanut.blogspot.com/"&gt;I&lt;b&gt; ARE PEANUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/11938052-2016299517143195323?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2016299517143195323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2016299517143195323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2016299517143195323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you know i love u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because we were molded from the same deformed genes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you're better than any doctor in the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you'd bag on the streets just so i can own a pair of nice shoes or bimbo bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you'll buy me pei pa gou when i tell you i'm about to cough (prolly cos you know coughing makes me look like tortoy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you laugh at almost all my jokes despite the fact that almost all are rotten and you're just plain layaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you never fail to surprise me on my special days and never disown me for failing everytime yours approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- not just because you're the reason i'm single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but the main reasonS why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3nNDVFqI/AAAAAAAAC6E/YghDPhDfBQY/s1600-h/170220104181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3nNDVFqI/AAAAAAAAC6E/YghDPhDfBQY/s320/170220104181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446672314753423010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3hPvaPLI/AAAAAAAAC58/c2pSCdOEAqY/s1600-h/DSC-1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3hPvaPLI/AAAAAAAAC58/c2pSCdOEAqY/s320/DSC-1489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446672212395965618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are the same...sumhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3ciNtl8I/AAAAAAAAC50/GLB3IgDXcp4/s1600-h/170220104179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3ciNtl8I/AAAAAAAAC50/GLB3IgDXcp4/s320/170220104179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446672131455555522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even trying to fix the teeth just so we match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;urs is much brighter neways cis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THEREFORE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3WVzABQI/AAAAAAAAC5s/To5rWwO9bH4/s1600-h/P3091056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3WVzABQI/AAAAAAAAC5s/To5rWwO9bH4/s320/P3091056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446672025043076354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LAPS CHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3Qah4VLI/AAAAAAAAC5k/IiAgkE8fQ5c/s1600-h/DSC-1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3Qah4VLI/AAAAAAAAC5k/IiAgkE8fQ5c/s320/DSC-1202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446671923234231474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh sorry this is not u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3JTIT97I/AAAAAAAAC5c/ukbY2vfEJxI/s1600-h/P3091051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5Z3JTIT97I/AAAAAAAAC5c/ukbY2vfEJxI/s320/P3091051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446671800988858290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/11938052-7547660379806048513?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7547660379806048513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7547660379806048513' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5358250249604763120</id><published>2010-03-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:40:27.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the topic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;before i forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have u ever squeezed a tube of toothpaste so dry, u'd prolly have to step, compress and slide in order to push the last blop outta the friggin small hole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when you finally, FINALLY get the whole brush topped with the frosty white minty paste, u hold it up, bring it near ur mouth and...*splat*...it fucking falls off the toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cibai. damn sien. have to squeeze all over again. tiring wan ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so close to scraping it off the ground. but the brutal annihilation of a cockroach happened just the day before on the same spot, i shall wait until the soul of the creature rests in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok damn this is random. i'm waiting for my hair to dry and a conversation with the nat triggered this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just in case u were wondering, NO i dun msn in the office. i mail when i'm free. i have the freedom to i just dun have the time. plus, my attention span is shorter den a . therefore anything more interesting den the pile of junk before me on my working table will drift me right off to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus plus, it's not fun anymore working late in the office. ok i'm saying anymore cos, i at least had fun ppl back in proxi. a few months back i had an interesting figure to talk to in the cubicle nearby...now...*silence*...*gulps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYHOOOS, nat and i were toking about how time just flew by us. like...*snap*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were just randomly talking about how the parents are growing older daily. and it scares us that things are just pretty unpredictable at times. i shudder at the thought of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence being the one that's full of utter crap, i started telling nat how i'm currently having insomnia, losing sleep over the weekend, flashes of rubbish zap paste my mind when my eyes are closed and miraculously forgetting everything when they're opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know...everytime i start imagining awful things happening to my family, i know. it's the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the PMS time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now now dun u gimme that nod like i'm agreeing that pms just dampens the life of a woman. girl. shikes i can't bring to call myself a woman so fuck it i'm a girl hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or at least i like having pms-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can cry for no apparent reason. marley and me was on tv just last nite. i nvr cried. prolly cos i already knew that all dogs go to heaven. i switched the channel, saw a random video clip of Mr. and bawled buckets. i call it pms. (prolly cos they were rocking at the concert and i'm only rocking in my dreams...le sigh...deprived sial next concert bag for money oso must go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i toss and turn in bed. stare at the dangling christmas bells hung on the nettings for 2...3...4...hours until the alarm rings. i call it pms. it usually takes me...5 mins before i doze off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear about a random bitch and that makes me happy. i call it pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i blast muse, within temptations, evanescance, avenged sevenfold, the wildthings, coldplay, lily allen after office hours cos it's too quiet and it makes me smile despite the fact that i'd have to stay in that little room until god knows when. i call it pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think helena bonham carter is hot and tim burton rox. i call it pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were a musician, my songs wud all be inspired by my pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there see...anything weird...just call it pms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck tomorrow gotta leave darn early before i get mocked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hair dry - tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evening primrose - tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heavy eyelids - tick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can sleep tonite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or shud i turn to my cough syrup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just another pms-y thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5U1IVGW4pI/AAAAAAAAC4k/uVGJIyjnS9U/s1600-h/DSC-1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5U1IVGW4pI/AAAAAAAAC4k/uVGJIyjnS9U/s320/DSC-1499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317741593518738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i call that pms too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/11938052-5358250249604763120?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5358250249604763120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5358250249604763120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5358250249604763120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5358250249604763120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-topic.html' title='what&apos;s the topic?'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5U1IVGW4pI/AAAAAAAAC4k/uVGJIyjnS9U/s72-c/DSC-1499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4818312619591038698</id><published>2010-03-05T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:44:24.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola Zero Mr. Everyone Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5DSR1luMnI/AAAAAAAAC4c/4s1ejyjU0Tw/s1600-h/mr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445083153375834738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5DSR1luMnI/AAAAAAAAC4c/4s1ejyjU0Tw/s320/mr..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.M.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So agitated can cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blasting their songs repeatedly does not help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland 3D will feature their songs cause when I'm watching the movie tonight I'd be imagining how the concert is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.M.G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smashes guitar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4818312619591038698?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4818312619591038698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4818312619591038698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4818312619591038698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4818312619591038698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/03/coca-cola-zero-mr-everyone-concert.html' title='Coca-Cola Zero Mr. Everyone Concert'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S5DSR1luMnI/AAAAAAAAC4c/4s1ejyjU0Tw/s72-c/mr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2533319544149690898</id><published>2010-02-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:27:06.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's torture?</title><content type='html'>Torture's when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Can't talk properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Can't LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Can't breathe in properly (out is obstructed as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Throat's sore (not soarthroat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) All of a sudden, cough mixture seems yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last time I coughed this bad, was back in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i looked like a tortoise. which means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442246891658610466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S4a-trVJByI/AAAAAAAAC4M/8zIpO_Lsnzc/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. pls tell me u recognize me. i think the parents or the sis did the flower ploy to divert people's attention from my face. cos i is looks lke kura kura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yeah. that was when i coughed so hard my eyes were bigger than my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good thing is...i was thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of a sudden coughing doesn't seem so bad anymore. hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furthermore, the cough syrup kinda tastes good. no spoonful sugar needed. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok a few days left before we wrap up the lunar new year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody win more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2533319544149690898?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2533319544149690898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2533319544149690898' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2533319544149690898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2533319544149690898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-torture.html' title='What&apos;s torture?'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S4a-trVJByI/AAAAAAAAC4M/8zIpO_Lsnzc/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3983190416108285230</id><published>2010-02-11T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:20:41.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know It's CNY When</title><content type='html'>you have an infinite amount of nga goo beng *courtesy of Tan King Hao...or rather...his legacy cos he's no longer with the company* to munch on when you've got nothing else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE, having severely mutilated gums...(from a Bak Kut Teh overdose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for losing 2kgs before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geeez back to work you freak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3983190416108285230?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3983190416108285230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3983190416108285230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3983190416108285230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3983190416108285230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-its-cny-when.html' title='You Know It&apos;s CNY When'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8695051414054892663</id><published>2010-02-07T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:02:17.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Too Much</title><content type='html'>Ok I know I've said it countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WAN MY LONG HAIR BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But me being me, I'd probably come up with a whole new excuse to counter all I've said the day before. Especially when it comes to my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there...I did it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little too much, I woke up this morning and thought I was part of the shooting of Police Academy. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoos, I like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And think...how bad can it go when I could once actually decide to go for a style like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435531035654226578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S27iraHIApI/AAAAAAAAC4E/H19HIcMCTzI/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you even call that style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a lawn-mowing-gone-bad-experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And probably only Einstein can work the equation out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8695051414054892663?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/S27iraHIApI/AAAAAAAAC4E/H19HIcMCTzI/s72-c/22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1589746625527668835</id><published>2010-01-28T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:50:37.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privilege</title><content type='html'>One thing I miss being in Advertising...the fucking privilege to Swear.Out.Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it helps lower pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia seng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1589746625527668835?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-795906427954909654</id><published>2010-01-20T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:35:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lament</title><content type='html'>i solemnly blame twitter for the lack of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;*looks around*&lt;br /&gt;anyone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah shucks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's there to blog about honestly.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much achieved.&lt;br /&gt;not even anything to grief over...ok hang on...i take that back. i am although, slightly agitated that my hair is not growing as fast as i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd very much like to blame the imbalance and hormonal deficiency that triggered this post. i am after all, very much disgusted by the fact that eventhough i started thinking of ways to begin this post approximately 25 minutes ago in the shower, right up to this sec, i can't exactly word how disappointed i am with myself that i no longer can bullshit as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok rephrase. can't bullshit, literally...not verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also pretty frustated that i dun seem to be able to gage how much i've achieved over the past few years that can make me speak of it with my head held high. kesimpulannye, i haven't done much althou i'm fucking 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to correct me i just turned 23 two months ago HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there...kiasuness hits in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun deserve to say this but laying off advertising for a while has slowed my momentum a lot and the swamp i'm in now is dragging me into the ruts hence...i need a break. nono not that i need one...i want one. there's a diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a wimp. it must be the lack of exercise. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the parents are reading this, China soon?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-795906427954909654?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/795906427954909654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=795906427954909654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/795906427954909654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/795906427954909654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/01/lament.html' title='the lament'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2758477486044794878</id><published>2010-01-07T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:22:43.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mou Liu-ness</title><content type='html'>i don't really remember the time where i started going adventurous with my hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they never lasted more than 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's long, the color changed so often it turned into hay. sadly it couldn't be spun into gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's short, it'll just keep going shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's neither now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tahan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted to dig out all the hairstyles that i've previously had. especially the cibai style.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE OF RANDOMNESS: STILL IN THE OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF,&lt;br /&gt;8.18pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i still in bbdo?&lt;br /&gt;/slap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2758477486044794878?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2758477486044794878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2758477486044794878' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2758477486044794878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2758477486044794878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2010/01/mou-liu-ness.html' title='Mou Liu-ness'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-9185591503788957445</id><published>2009-12-30T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:12:02.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it closes in...</title><content type='html'>it just dawned upon me that we have approximately 2 days left before we bid our farewells to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been planning this post for a while now. well not precisely plan, but isn't it such a norm for all blog...writers (i'm no blogger i admit)...to relook into your resolutions and summarize how the entire year has been, dwell on how you've succeeded in losing or gaining 0.5kgs, finally got your hauler-flattened nose lifted, got a 0.2% raise and spent 2 months salary celebrating or if u had the best/worst intercourse ever with a random street barber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been thinking...while driving, bathing, sleeping, eating, making out, mo...ok kidding no making out but yeah that proves i think...anyway, i've only 3 stark traces of the entire year's memory that seem to really mold a spot in my absent mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i finally went wake-boarding&lt;br /&gt;2) i fucking finally left bbdo (slightly heavy hearted but not even 5 celebrations could depict the joy i felt as well) AND joined Sunway (10 celebrations to complete the cycle) *pops confettis*&lt;br /&gt;3) bling-ed my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs through old posts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in fact, THERE ARE worthy notes *surprises self*:&lt;br /&gt;- i threw a surprise party for miss cherry low that i'm utterly proud of cos the ultimate was achieved ie she bawled buckets&lt;br /&gt;- gained a pilot fren (aww hero, see how much love i have for u, i'm recording this as an important part of ma life)&lt;br /&gt;- high.blood.pressure...not such a memorable stint but oh well...it needs monitoring.&lt;br /&gt;- just in case anyone skipped a line above, I QUIT BBDO.&lt;br /&gt;- and joined Sunway. *glimmers*&lt;br /&gt;- swore i won't watch American Idol cos Adam Lambert my glamour boy lost.&lt;br /&gt;- WENT TO GUANGZHOU and LOVED IT&lt;br /&gt;- had a 3 day birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;- bot a new phone and witnessed it giving a plunge for the toilet bowl&lt;br /&gt;- earned a hundred bucks just wearing red and standing beside the bride acting pretty. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very much looking forward to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;and it struck me that, we do not need to welcome each celebration sniffing ice or doing the 5-sec feat HENCE i hereby announce *drum rolls*...i'll draw the curtains to 2009 and hail 2010 with a sober mind by raising a glass of juice and vow to brace the coming challenges and uncertainties with poise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sound of crickets looming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la.&lt;br /&gt;now oni say sober cos takde definite plan for tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;MEHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, 2010 will be good.&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MAKE IT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- i do have a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;someone...restore my blogging/writing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;spankews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-9185591503788957445?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9185591503788957445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=9185591503788957445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9185591503788957445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9185591503788957445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-it-closes-in.html' title='and it closes in...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7676080741492945661</id><published>2009-12-26T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:02:19.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>i don't usually make plans with friends on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;because it's a ritual to spend it with my papa mama sis bil and da little dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;the same goes for mid autumn, winter solstice, chinese new year etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah bite me i love ma family PTAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayysss, da dad booked a place at marriott hotel.&lt;br /&gt;(note to parents if they're reading: NAH TENGOK TU! SPELLING FOR MARRIOTT HOTEL) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*searches for christmas pix on the computer, multiply and...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i realized da christmas pix were not uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall...blog about penang den.&lt;br /&gt;MEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's still a christmas trip waaat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509449492258914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX3IWnb4GI/AAAAAAAAC30/jdDamd37o-8/s320/DSC-0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they love me. erm...ok la there were a million butterflies there u can barely see the surrounding area and this sweetie accidentally landed on me je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then i was thinking, thank god they were butterflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can u imagine if this were to be the snake temple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ZOMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509454290759538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX3IoffL3I/AAAAAAAAC38/WQ7T-kkTdsM/s320/DSC-0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm pretty sure he didn't wanna go into my pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEEEEEEE...kidding. my nxt job wud be a maintenance worker there. DA FLUTTERBY FARM ROX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX3IEUN1JI/AAAAAAAAC3s/VvpKalHVgOE/s1600-h/DSC-0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509444579808402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX3IEUN1JI/AAAAAAAAC3s/VvpKalHVgOE/s320/DSC-0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh and i'm gonna own these things one day and name the first one colby. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509294994543874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX2_XET1QI/AAAAAAAAC3k/QJbjk7ZgI6U/s320/DSC-0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;semacam combo 'Jurrasic Park' and 'King Kong' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509291514066450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX2_KGf9hI/AAAAAAAAC3c/kZkCMaKwsd8/s320/DSC-0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OOO her first popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509284035805474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX2-uPiwSI/AAAAAAAAC3U/gqUWcybuWrg/s320/DSC-0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;awwwww...maciam saya kan. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509278658707250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX2-aNivzI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Dytx_86LSGU/s320/DSC-0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and so i bot the Babana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419509272551099666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX2-DdYDRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/fNjK_EkYdrE/s320/DSC-0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Penang Street. Sorry muka tulan. Not ready. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh semua gambar saya je kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we did more than that actually. but then knowing me, i'm malas and am rushing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so there tengok muka cantik saya je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;randomly, i had a tsunami dream in penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos we hung out by the beach so often. and being the paranoid me, i was constantly thinking of a way we could save ourselves just in case the tidal waves come gushing in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then, i had another one last nite. and they came with tornadoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a year back i had tsunami dreams. deciphered to be having emotional distress. it depends on the consequences of the dream actually. if u kaput kena kantoi tsunami, den confirm u ade mental prob. mine...by the time the wave reached us, it lost its momentum therefore we oni got splashes of sea water. the tornadoes were even better...it became stardust cos it spun out of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Christmas semua!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7676080741492945661?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7676080741492945661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7676080741492945661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7676080741492945661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7676080741492945661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SzX3IWnb4GI/AAAAAAAAC30/jdDamd37o-8/s72-c/DSC-0664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4266152236013324338</id><published>2009-12-23T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:14:26.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sofa</title><content type='html'>it pokes our asses as the foam has sunken to its deepest deep.&lt;br /&gt;but den as the ahnehs removed it from its place (it's been residing there for almost 300 years), i kinda miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello new set.&lt;br /&gt;i'm naming u...&lt;br /&gt;colby perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pounces on new leather sofa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think it's weather frenly thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! GREAT EXCUSE TO HAVE THE AC ON 24/7!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4266152236013324338?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4266152236013324338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4266152236013324338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4266152236013324338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4266152236013324338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/sofa.html' title='The Sofa'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8090422304578693833</id><published>2009-12-21T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:35:44.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Why is it so fucking hard to get a red dress?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you blady e-shopping blogs u tell me. What's with red? So hard to sell zit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*regrets agreeing to red for the wedding*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8090422304578693833?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8090422304578693833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8090422304578693833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8090422304578693833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8090422304578693833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3819969933577597762</id><published>2009-12-20T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:40:47.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Holiday Depression</title><content type='html'>i look out...and i see sunshine, fluffy clouds as well as lovely green plants swaying gracefully as the serene wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*colleague shuts door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. AMBIK KAO! bangun!! back to reality!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penang was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite feeling woozy occasionally especially after meals.&lt;br /&gt;doc said bp ok (actually not really cos 130/80 is prehypertension. just normal for me he said cos of my pulse and my paranoia attack at the point of time. BAH)...so it must be the food poisoning cos i couldn't stop lao-saiing.&lt;br /&gt;hence i only managed a few spoons of assam laksa and cendol. and a tiny bit of everything else. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had a tsunami dream. bad wan. wait not exactly bad but...i think eventually everyone sorta died and went to heaven. MEHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas dinner on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;wedding on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can recover by then?&lt;br /&gt;pls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3819969933577597762?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3819969933577597762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3819969933577597762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3819969933577597762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3819969933577597762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-holiday-depression.html' title='Post-Holiday Depression'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2321551566767388629</id><published>2009-12-15T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:09:00.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight Fail</title><content type='html'>Totally forgot about it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day...&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to FULL HOUSE at Pyramid. It was the grand opening and there was a long queue. Turns out everyone wanted to take pictures with the yellow car outside only. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Food was fine. The colleagues thought it sucked. I think my taste buds were screwed cos tummy wasn't well therefore, i conclude that the place isn't as good as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has taste buds gotta do with my tummy anyway...bah! anyhooos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate...ovenbaked dunno wat ayam with shitake mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;and i tot it tasted...pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;shit. chicken breast ok. no way it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lao sai-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Like mad.&lt;br /&gt;MEHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2321551566767388629?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2321551566767388629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2321551566767388629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2321551566767388629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2321551566767388629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlight-fail.html' title='Highlight Fail'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1565287718602741568</id><published>2009-12-14T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:09:35.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of the Day: Andrew says...</title><content type='html'>Randomly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hey we were lamenting&lt;br /&gt;- why most girls are bloody taken&lt;br /&gt;- only bad ones left&lt;br /&gt;- where are the good ones&lt;br /&gt;- wah lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.&lt;br /&gt;I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds Hero's hands...BITES...HARD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting ex lecturer at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she pays for the drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1565287718602741568?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1565287718602741568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1565287718602741568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1565287718602741568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1565287718602741568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlight-of-day-andrew-says.html' title='Highlight of the Day: Andrew says...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3105281931164607929</id><published>2009-12-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:20:07.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>ok mission to blog about the previous topics failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really busy. like...so busy...i...&lt;br /&gt;ok fail. i'm just lazy, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna do highlights here instead la.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a documentation of my fond memories when i grow old and lose my brain. prolly like the goldfield syndrome drew barrymore has in 50 first dates. so tak yahlah so detailed kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok see once i start i nvr seem to be able to shut. so shush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) went to petaling street and ate a week's supply of food for 5 pax&lt;br /&gt;2) I FUCKING GOT MY ADAM LAMBERT CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LAPS U CHERRY LOW YINNG YINNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) woke up in the morning (BLADY WORTH TWO MENTIONS)&lt;br /&gt;2) went jogging (WORTH MENTIONING TILL THE INFINITE)&lt;br /&gt;3) started a taiwanese series cos they have more sepets...*shy*...anyway, i've completed it. HOLY COW.&lt;br /&gt;4) went to nandos for dinner and realized their quarter chicken only fills a peewee portion of my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) tightened my braces. they're now orange.&lt;br /&gt;looks as thou i've leftover papayas stuck permanently in the slits of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414752200509773698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SyUQcBImV4I/AAAAAAAAC2U/qyTvw5wPlh0/s320/15344_196676277825_708567825_3077161_6634870_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now who says u can't camwhore while jogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't wait for my hair to grow. it's too mahiao to maintain. *measures with ruler*...:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on a more serious note, life's so mundane now everyday in our mails (between the few bitches that i love) are filled with words like...'boring, busy, sleepy, how? when? no money'. it just dawned upon me a couple days back that i just turned TOOTY TREE and i've been squeezing the braincells out thinking of an accomplishment that i've achieved thus far. or at least something that's worth mentioning for year 2009 (besides getting a much better job and wakeboarding BUT not mastering - i take that as a 1/2)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quote nat: welcome to the working world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quote px-from-about-a-year-back: to those who dislike uni life...fuck you la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh sorry. time of the month. and it's sunday. just wanna rant. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3105281931164607929?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3105281931164607929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3105281931164607929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3105281931164607929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3105281931164607929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SyUQcBImV4I/AAAAAAAAC2U/qyTvw5wPlh0/s72-c/15344_196676277825_708567825_3077161_6634870_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8762707088594039143</id><published>2009-11-30T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:43:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>I need an organizer.&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself of everything that I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my memory.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I do not have Datin or AnneOoi or all those that have been standing in as a part of my memory cell for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS HERE! SOMEONE GET ME AN ORGANIZER SPANKEWS.&lt;br /&gt;preferably with detailed time and dates ok? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Birthday Weekend&lt;br /&gt;- Zouk&lt;br /&gt;- Alexis&lt;br /&gt;- Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;- Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My oral gladiators O.o...sounds blady wrong but...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bulan Baru premier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIA SUE LYNNNNN (belated)...u is kat HK and i promised a whole long post dedicated to you every year but...is busy so...weekend k!!!&lt;br /&gt;LAPS U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) HARSH REMINDER: No More Shopping. (Unless...terms and conditions to be applied).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8762707088594039143?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8762707088594039143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8762707088594039143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8762707088594039143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8762707088594039143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-818809069320360369</id><published>2009-11-20T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:47:49.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser</title><content type='html'>it's soooooooooooooooo not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u better give us the drama we want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-818809069320360369?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/818809069320360369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=818809069320360369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/818809069320360369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/818809069320360369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/11/teaser.html' title='teaser'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3569639674322497434</id><published>2009-11-12T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:45:20.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate fate with the toilet bowl</title><content type='html'>my leng chai e71 fell into the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it's a note worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;it's so emofying i almost cried. i mean can u imagine how it feels to slip off, crash hard onto the surface of the squatting bowl, slide off, down the dark stinking well and sink right down a hose of filthy disposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words: traumatizing...and claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the toilet was clean when the mishap happened. so no shit no wee.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the previous user flushed. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't reach the bottom, (yes i took off my coat and reached for the shithole if you're wondering) hence i summoned the entire cleaning team for help. and thank god for sending a random bangla that was tall and thin. he sprawled on the floor, wore gloves and scooped my leng chai outa the mess. i was SO CLOSE to hugging him. but my leng chai was more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of buying him ferrero rocher but i've not seen him since the tragedy 2 days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb he's not a worker after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangla angel perhaps? so slumdog millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone's all dry now. but i'll send it back for servicing.&lt;br /&gt;it can still be used. i managed to turn it on but...oh well i dunno if tiny bits of faeces would be stuck in between the keys. what if i speak too long and the heat melts the shit away, flows into the hardware and burn everything? GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope it wont be too mahiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last my possession fell into the bowl was during the trip to taman negara.&lt;br /&gt;that was my specs thou.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;the toilet bowl loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3569639674322497434?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3569639674322497434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3569639674322497434' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3569639674322497434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3569639674322497434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ultimate-fate-with-toilet-bowl.html' title='the ultimate fate with the toilet bowl'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7868075479127160094</id><published>2009-11-09T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:39:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>ok i'm officially doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck jaw reconstruction surgery, i shall remain the asian keira knightley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mind u, i drove myself to the clinic, spoke to the doc myself, made the options myself, got both my teeth extracted (not done by myself of course, thank god), and drove home all the myself too. clap ur hands pls. a lot of blood lost there k. XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and paying myself too. *BAWLS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notes worth mentioning: (from peanutxz's pov)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- get a doctor that sounds convincing rather than a doc that is scientifically and technically proven correct but freaks the shit outa u that all ur teeth will just fall out by just looking at their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- teeth extraction IS NOT PAINFUL. the aftermath is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- line ur bed with macintosh if needed cos ur lips will be numb from the anesthetics u wont feel all the saliva dripping until u look down and realize u're almost drowned in ur own drool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- if u're afraid of blood (like me...SHUSH!! dun mention my first aid qualification), get lke 2 sacks of gauze so that u can discard the soiled ones every 15min alternately. WHY? lemme tell u my story yah...i was resting on my bed after the extraction cos the father said i needed to. after approx...an hour i guess, i tot it'd be good to bathe cos i drooled lke a retard and the taste of blood on the gauze is kinda gross la. den as i removed the gauze, i spat out an amount of blood that seemed enough to satisfy a dying vampire. not only that, i swallowed a whole gulp later. in an instant, the toilet started spinning...i tot i successfully mastered the art of apparation. salah. had to squat nicely under the shower to bangunkan myself thinking what i shud do. would i collapse? NOOOOO collapse oso pakai baju dulu pls. den i shot up, wrapped myself with my towel, dashed to the parents room and jumped onto their bed. drenched. the mother had to cover my with another towel, father had to dry my hair and den...they went for dinner. -.-. so much love i tell u. i was fine after a while la but i shall learn to live with that humiliation forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dun eat bread. u need strength to chew it off. go for things like sweet and sour tofu, steamed eggs + shredded scallops, abalone porridge (throw the abalone. the essence is all in the porridge), buddha jumps over the wall (just the soup yah ignore the ingredients)...what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok just kidding. take porridge oni la what u think. diu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- have food prepared everytime. cos no solid food down ur arse = TAK MAKAN. by the time u're hungry, u're fucking hungry and u can't eat fast = kantoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok too much that...i haven't even attached my braces yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next appointment wud be on the 19th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know my theme for this year's bday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGLY BETTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096700006576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SvgaU74zsSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zanl7kpo9q8/s320/41316835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;what color should i do? pink? ev said lilac. i say black den i'd be like jack sparrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the doc that extracted my teeth looked pretty cute. OMG HE TOOK OFF HIS MASK. *runs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7868075479127160094?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7868075479127160094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7868075479127160094' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7868075479127160094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7868075479127160094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/11/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SvgaU74zsSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zanl7kpo9q8/s72-c/41316835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5276196534694621707</id><published>2009-11-06T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:16:24.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last week&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Went for Anne's farewell @ Library&lt;br /&gt;2) AAR @ Bukit Jalil&lt;br /&gt;3) Baked cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week&lt;/strong&gt; (if all goes well):&lt;br /&gt;1) Doktor gigi&lt;br /&gt;2) Detox kat Damansara Heights&lt;br /&gt;3) Cristang with the keluarga (so fail. liddat detox for what?)&lt;br /&gt;4) Head for badminton in the morning on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;5) Pick Nat from airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;i need to rant.&lt;br /&gt;i met 2 douchebags today.&lt;br /&gt;and they're both men.&lt;br /&gt;short men.&lt;br /&gt;one fucking bangla jaga. and one 'peregrin took' that has a dump for an office.&lt;br /&gt;knnccb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend's gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL BE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;it's N.O.V.E.M.B.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-5276196534694621707?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5276196534694621707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5276196534694621707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5276196534694621707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5276196534694621707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/11/diary.html' title='The Diary'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4345904139557036069</id><published>2009-10-29T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:28:27.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398059290905796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SunCUy7v37I/AAAAAAAAC2E/85vn3IljGDg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SunCUo2YqwI/AAAAAAAAC18/L96NtGxoGqk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398059288198949634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SunCUo2YqwI/AAAAAAAAC18/L96NtGxoGqk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snapping pictures liddat were WAAYYYY more fun compared to eating at Tenji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OVERRATED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- eh nat, daddy's wan go where d?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4345904139557036069?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4345904139557036069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4345904139557036069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4345904139557036069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4345904139557036069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-black.html' title='The New Black'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SunCUy7v37I/AAAAAAAAC2E/85vn3IljGDg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2152554497506964262</id><published>2009-10-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:41:55.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seramat hali devavaree.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;open house was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;i think...it's my first.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i need more multiracial frens *looks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly occured to me putu mayam is not easily available.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! WHYYY?!?!? oh and i just knew that they're called string hoppers. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm crapping cos i've nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i had 2 karaoke sessions last nite.&lt;br /&gt;one with the company (the room was so fuckin huge it had 2 levels, a pool table and 1/2 a video arcade inside. O.o) and also with baoyue's colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;awesomesauce. so random can cry. tak kenal just go barge into ppl's rooms and den drink ppl's beer and curi ppl's mic. SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to blog about the guangzhou trip.&lt;br /&gt;cos...i miss that place. GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT...the startrek dvd is wailing for my attention.&lt;br /&gt;i shall...do a bit. TEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;actually...i dun really remember much besides coming back having a totally new perception towards shenzhen. 5 years back, it was a total disaster i swore i'd never set my feet 1000km near that province. hmmm now...ok i take my swear back la since it's not the first time i'm doing it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it took...6 hours there i think to guangzhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;flight was uncomfy. forced myself to sleep cos the parents insisted i did not need the pills. le sigh. not having the pills make me insecure. but...i made it there in a piece. *thank god*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635525145699186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK7vQ8o3I/AAAAAAAAC10/5Nf7Z97yrQY/s320/P4190828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.O.V.E T.H.E C.L.O.U.D.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like some major explosion. fuh. temped to jump out and fall on that puff. but mommy slapped me back to reality when she said...'fall a few thousand kms down and we'd find ur body in india'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION: *bites lips*...i dun remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK7Yta68I/AAAAAAAAC1s/Z4ji7wqd8Jg/s1600-h/P4190830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635519091108802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK7Yta68I/AAAAAAAAC1s/Z4ji7wqd8Jg/s320/P4190830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first stop. NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS. but a nice park with a nice lake where kids can have their rollerblading classes. and their coaches are hot. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK62faCaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/nQqdAe7MRI4/s1600-h/P4190833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635509905525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK62faCaI/AAAAAAAAC1k/nQqdAe7MRI4/s320/P4190833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this baby frog...is as big as my...baby toe nail. and they were EVERYWHERE. i guess those grey patches on the floor are all the flattened ones. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635504709321602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK6jIiQ4I/AAAAAAAAC1c/xbNzO1ze8X8/s320/P4190836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the lake. lucky gambar kecik. my face, epic fail. the hair. megahai fail. but the weather was, quote victoria beckham: phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION: FOSHAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393630023080208562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoF7eeT6LI/AAAAAAAAC1M/bMKvPLY-PIY/s320/P4190842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this i remember. SEBAB SAYA SUKA FOSHAN.&lt;br /&gt;and that's not faufoofah. it's...coagulated milk. YUMS. brot a few packets home and tried making back in bbdo. erm...oni nowa and anne layaned. so sweet of them. the rest all ran. cos it looked more like susu rosak. my skills fail oni ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION: *looks away*...outa Foshan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393630011765240674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoF60UnM2I/AAAAAAAAC1E/yoX56hK6Bmw/s320/P4190845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;found this while having lunch. roaming myself within the restaurant while the rest were still hogging off the very yummy meal, i saw these foul looking things. for medicinal purposes. GASP. down a spoon and u're sent straight to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393630009100922594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoF6qZY7uI/AAAAAAAAC08/3tfLFUGZEJ8/s320/P4190846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*RUNS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we went to a nursery. they had the bestest orchids around. and many other species which we tot were fake. i know cos i tried tearing the petals. ok i know i jakun shaddap.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393630000068530498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoF6Iv5kUI/AAAAAAAAC00/4lCt8GK0r7c/s320/P4190859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so deprived i wanted to buy the whole fleet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bought 2 packets of marigold seeds back. the parents were trying to convince me that THEY WONT GROW. cos OUR WEATHER BACK HERE IS DIFFERENT. but being the stubborn bitch i waved them off by paying for the seeds myself, came back and pleaded nowa for help. cos i have poison fingers. my lemon seeds turned out to be onions back then. i'm still deeply traumatized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she is the power mower the yellow marigold bloomed like mushrooms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*searches through twitter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't find the pic. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628905905646498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoE6crI66I/AAAAAAAAC0s/NmUmTh9qocw/s320/P4190865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this...is opposite the nursery. and it's not a forest reserve. they're bonsais. wtf! everything's extreme there seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628898581183314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoE6BY2e1I/AAAAAAAAC0k/GcF72-iMn1E/s320/P4190866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;even their language. teehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then we headed to a honey/bee farm. we were told to NEVER make honey using a metal spoon. only plastic cos there'd be chemical reaction, the honey will go bad. NEVER take honey with tofu cos u'd get food poisoning and NEVER go with spring onions too. but...who'd have honey with spring onions really. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628893406205698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoE5uHClwI/AAAAAAAAC0c/y3fAkO9myjs/s320/P4190872.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;that's...a whole comb of honey. can jst take up and start sucking i think. gross kan. da bees dun sting but...bad experience la! i was freaking out everytime one buzzes near me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoE5a8fLyI/AAAAAAAAC0U/FgiXK6ffI1E/s1600-h/P4190875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628888261668642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoE5a8fLyI/AAAAAAAAC0U/FgiXK6ffI1E/s320/P4190875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i so dun remember why i snapped this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEpNFcYzI/AAAAAAAAC0E/8wksNOIJm9M/s1600-h/P4190879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628609663230770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEpNFcYzI/AAAAAAAAC0E/8wksNOIJm9M/s320/P4190879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know. chinese are barbarians. anything caged are meant to be served. *stones*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628604135988802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEo4fpXkI/AAAAAAAACz8/obMOU3R0R9s/s320/P4190881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;these however, should be slaughtered twice, cooked in hot water den slaughtered again. fucking din know they serve snakes eventhou it's NO WHERE NEAR WINTER. walked into the kitchen cos i kepoh and almost ran right into the cage. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628599754304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEooK-KvI/AAAAAAAACz0/J05LhQl62Xk/s320/P4190883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;now now...call spca. that's a peacock there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION: PANYU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628589955890354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEoDq2PLI/AAAAAAAACzs/2_KXAdOk8ro/s320/P4190886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;was there for the circus.&lt;br /&gt;BEST.CIRCUS.EVER. collaboration between the french and chinese. they can do everything. and i mean EVERYTHING. no cgi, no wires...just real human flying in mid air with another human supporting. almost crapped in my pants cos if the acrbobats ever fall, they'd cause a huge hole on the ground from the impact of the height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEn0bVxxI/AAAAAAAACzk/Ed2UgAGf1SQ/s1600-h/P4190892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628585864316690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEn0bVxxI/AAAAAAAACzk/Ed2UgAGf1SQ/s320/P4190892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they even prepared a red carpet for us.&lt;br /&gt;nah just kidding. non-slip carpet. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628188442071970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEQr6fk6I/AAAAAAAACzc/YxyXoDXAnJ4/s320/P4190907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, my friend, is a real lion. thre's this angmoh that's perpetually feeding that simba/mufasa thingy to prevent it from losing patience and then pounce at the audience for supper. :S...oh yeah and those are real horses too. full grown, tough, black beauties going full speed on stage. :S :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTEL LOCATION: CHU HAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628180227098210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoEQNT5BmI/AAAAAAAACzU/9jL6M8GUfFQ/s320/P4200911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;saya ingat. cos we went loitering on the streets for supper. and we got awesome smoked wasabi sotong. the pic is...mia. LE SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok time for startrek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;goonai. &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/11938052-2152554497506964262?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2152554497506964262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2152554497506964262' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2152554497506964262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2152554497506964262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/10/seramat-hali-devavaree.html' title='seramat hali devavaree.'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/StoK7vQ8o3I/AAAAAAAAC10/5Nf7Z97yrQY/s72-c/P4190828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7531341281414966344</id><published>2009-10-07T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:35:40.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this time last year</title><content type='html'>i had puffy lids that lasted almost a week only able to be concealed by an eye liner with the thickness of a marker pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;becos magmag died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okla it's max, my chubby, furry, non-stop eating pup if you were wondering wat the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hasn't been easy, at least right until this moment i don't feel like owning another 4-legged pet...MAYBE at least for the next 50 years too. unless it's a cameleon? or a mark chao that walks on fours. WOOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having the parents drive past her shady, green, well fengshui-ed grave wondering if anyone would have dug her up accidentally cos the grass there is slightly greener, is like slicing a wound over and over again with a blunt knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nola kidding. it took me a couple months to get over it. what i just wrote is just for the sake of writing. kan saya ni corp comm exec. tambahan pula sekarang ni pms, kenalah flaunt sikit ke-emoan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT i wouldn't forget how the water bill was 20% lower cos i could practically use my tears in replacement, how the monkey msged me daily to ask if i'm ok and reminded me over and over to NOT watch marley and me (which i did and nearly plunged into depression - moral of the story, listen to the monkey) and almost calling the police thinking i was SO close to an intruder cos i couldn't recognize myself in the mirror. the aftermath of crying...fuh traumatizing. quasimodo without the need of makeup and special effects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864994381033410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssylp9lk78I/AAAAAAAACxo/sq2uMuPd7Lc/s320/quasimodo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;probably even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i seriously believe it doesn't really matter anymore. cos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) she's gone. great memories live. not that we're gonna keep her bones and pamerkan on the wall oso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN! RAWRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all those that touched her grave just because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may a chinese-crested poo on ur face and flow deep into ur nostrils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389863781156016050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsykjV-MT7I/AAAAAAAACxc/auEvZD_9wS8/s320/chinese-crested-dog-elwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO MAX *raises glass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389852149290195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsyZ-R5RW3I/AAAAAAAACxM/drMr_4BvyFI/s320/valentine-day-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh sorry this is not her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862414344670098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsyjTyM-S5I/AAAAAAAACxU/5VkvAeQ9aoA/s320/1410_20080501193253100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there. awesomesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7531341281414966344?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7531341281414966344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7531341281414966344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7531341281414966344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7531341281414966344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-time-last-year.html' title='this time last year'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssylp9lk78I/AAAAAAAACxo/sq2uMuPd7Lc/s72-c/quasimodo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7975164215744735083</id><published>2009-10-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:01:33.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;just that i don't find anything interesting enuff to pen down here considering my mundanity has reached such an absurd level all i wish for daily is for the weekends to come to splash a couple shades of color into my life. oh and i don't find any purpose uploading pix here cos they're plastered all over facebook (if u stalk my account). but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have done interesting things thou!&lt;br /&gt;besides...watching a taiwanese drama on my little e71 (HEARTSS!) cos i'm lusting over mark chao. google everyone. and salivate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sorry i was carried away.&lt;br /&gt;lets make this post interesting la k. since 2 reputable guests...(probs the oni wans that read) requested for an update. *claps*...*wipes tears*...&lt;br /&gt;i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;i've no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened a while back. 2 days before bh's bday which i dun remember the exact date now but...yeah it was when i wallopped so much i ended up having indigestion and food poisoning and was given 2 days mc after that. GLORY JAP FOOD! GLORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148708742337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaMppXkqI/AAAAAAAACvU/mYEiQi_Q_iw/s320/DSCN6443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;they have about 30 diff jap food on the menu. order as much as you wan. the limit is the extinction of the ingredients used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148711235288418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaMy7u_WI/AAAAAAAACvc/ji3WmeJta2Y/s320/DSCN6432.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my NIECE. in a dress. next round she shud drop the inner white piece. WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i reckon she'd look better like this thou *points to picture below*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389159910156426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsokYqKmXEI/AAAAAAAACxE/Y3o7EoWoYNQ/s320/DSC-1717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;having being a weight-watcher for the past...20 years perhaps?...i tend to do compulsive activities that i usually regret the moment before i usually do it.&lt;br /&gt;for example: waking up at 745am on a friggin saturday morning for jogging and organic food. the organic food part was fine. the jogging part was fine too, i had good company. but the waking up part was A.W.F.U.L. i'm proud that i din pass out and jogged approximately 9 steps. or was it 7? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150430744875330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssobw4mxEUI/AAAAAAAACws/WAYXlc3zr74/s320/03102009732.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;things liddat attract me. as thou i had no childhood. fact is, u feel so mch happier walking on colorful bridges! (until a scene from The Orphan appears) *runs off bridge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150435121646498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsobxI6RS6I/AAAAAAAACw0/D7b1QihV9sw/s320/03102009731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dgn malunya saya persembahkan asal-usul kajang. apparently 2 fishermen were on a boat on a rainy day. one of them orang asli. den the malay dude told the orang asli tat he wanted to berkajang which meant BERTEDUH. to the orang aslis, it meant FIGHT. so he took out a keris and stabbed the malay dude and hence came about the KAJANG name. epic fail. no other better stories to cipta zit. fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389150423048249522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssobwb7v4LI/AAAAAAAACwk/x1Z_igg0MrA/s320/03102009736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;never had the chance to plough. there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389149541468654370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssoa9HyyyyI/AAAAAAAACv8/vGLpfPgZToU/s320/03102009738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;these things...are not children frenly. neither are they fat-ppl or clumsy-ppl frenly. for a moment, i couldn't stop running. it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389149555550316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssoa98QH5gI/AAAAAAAACwM/35KCjaKlgrs/s320/03102009740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i tot these were dandelions. so i squat playfully near it and gave a hard blow. the fluffy fine hair on the papus did not disperse and fly off in a drift of symphony. in fact. nothing happened! then yinng came over and said...'woi! what you doing?! that's pokok semalu la!' paiseh sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this restaurant serves ONLY organic food. so organic even the ppl there look more holy. food was good. recommended by the astro aec jason ah xian host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389149562738903426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssoa-XCBCYI/AAAAAAAACwU/0wchh67A_F4/s320/03102009743.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;AWESOMESAUCE. gado-gado. mix vege with...erm...exotic sauce. yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389149571899708610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssoa-5KH1MI/AAAAAAAACwc/51OQ9imMRDI/s320/03102009745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pumpkin tong sui. chewy and not too sweet. YUMS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148736691009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaORw2eQI/AAAAAAAACv0/M5NXRjvaApM/s320/03102009746.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;roti canai sayur. i don't see anything healthy in a roti canai. summore add mayo in the vege. but it's ok yums. can try can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148728242482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaNySkK-I/AAAAAAAACvs/dUojhiC-AWs/s320/03102009747.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;if you ever lose ur taste buds, try this. the different flavours or greens and nuts explodes wildly within ur mouth and then u die a natural death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nah just kidding. it's thick and...weird. and when i say it's weird, ITS WEIRD. but worth trying. combo of vege, fruits, nuts and...erm...everything else in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389148720383473010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaNVA1NXI/AAAAAAAACvk/46hQ7jJx86g/s320/03102009748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;miso noodles. YUMS to the infinite!! it's slightly bland la considering it's organic kan. but the almost raw taugeh and slimy seaweed blends in pretty well. rm15 for a huge ass bowl. but we whacked it all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tried their dragonfruit jelly too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pretty good i shud say. definitely heading back there again. thou no1 is convinced that the food tastes good. from my description up there...yeah, it doesn't look too good BUT can try sumthing new and healthier or not for once?! cis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;den that nite was jeff’s bro’s wedding. It was HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;blady hee lai ton can take in about 100 tables ok. giler babi. check out my new hair. i think i look lke sa yee from moonlight resonance. hawt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389152456439896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Ssodmy6GGiI/AAAAAAAACw8/68s5X5LrTUk/s320/7028_143033902637_677312637_2786800_3499124_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the one out of 96 tables. with the best man. that tumbang-ed. WHOO HOO!!! *standing ovation nigga!!* u're the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok kenot make it titanic on tv is very distracting i need to go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7975164215744735083?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7975164215744735083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7975164215744735083' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7975164215744735083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7975164215744735083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/10/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SsoaMppXkqI/AAAAAAAACvU/mYEiQi_Q_iw/s72-c/DSCN6443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7014134926597105937</id><published>2009-09-11T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:06:42.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this shudn't be happening...</title><content type='html'>everyday i plant myself before the computer waiting for some random thoughts to flash past my mind just so i can transform them into words and blurt them out over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, to my very few readers, nothing's wrong with your computer if u're still avidly returning to read my random atrociously vulgar posts and noticed a step missing. i've just unlocked it cos i believe i wont be bitching as much as i did previously. oh well and i think i'd be the only one reading all these jibberish so to myself, welcome back to the open space. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty satistfied with my current job really. -.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i confess. i did feel miserable and dejected the first couple days ranting on twitter every 5mins about how solemn the whole environment is made me yearn for my ex colleagues' presence awfully. but like wat the ex-art director said, "take it as a si man boot camp lo. big gal d k". yes, papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides feeling rather incompetent, intimidated and still struggling to adjust to the whole corporate system, i have no complaints. OH WAIT yes i do. i can't msn. they allow skype though but only 1.89510% of those within my contacts have it. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT...was writting approximately a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;i vowed that i'd blog more considering i'd need to ensure that i do not falter. especially when i'm talking to my bosses. cos i tend to. it's like i'm some retarded child. oh wait i am. *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. wrote a couple lines and was distracted hence continuing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 weeks since...(sunway i mean)&lt;br /&gt;work's tight but manageable.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still very slow. i even confessed to the boss. nola not say i love u. i dun always do that ok. thou it mite happen every now and then. XD&lt;br /&gt;i can still manage my datelines.&lt;br /&gt;by staying up really late just so i can finish that few pieces of articles and letters. i'm pretty sure real writers can do it within like...30mins? 20? 10 perhaps? :S...right babi? munkie? theo if u're still reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall read more movies and watch more books. i mean...u know what i mean. *flips open calvin&amp;amp;hobbes and switches to starworld for simpsons* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notable highlights @ work:&lt;br /&gt;1) the boss goes around telling everyone...&lt;strong&gt;'she's 22 oni u know!!! looks so matured rite?!'&lt;/strong&gt; - shush my bday's oni in nov so i'm still 22 legally!...despite accepting the fact that i look awfully old for my age, the catastrophe hit when i had to go to thestar for a forum and everyone met my mama. fact that mommy is hotter than me despite being thrice my age is not the worst, she...she...probably looks younger than me when i'm in office wear. *officially plunges into depression*. i'm gonna go police training. then i can wear uniform. haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) she also says...'this xiao jie hou sik duc wan lo!!' which means i can blady eat. -.-...fact is...i need to munch when i have to think and i have cravings when i'm stressed. therefore, cinnabbon has been the antidote to my deprivation. furthermore, i can share it with everyone in hopes that they'll love me more. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. the boss is funny. so much better than the cranky old wan. *ok dun jinx dun jinx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i finally solved the mistery. besides being paper free, the entire building is oso kaninechaochibainiamommysohprawn free of vulgarity. took me sum time to get used to the professionalism. the worst i've ever encountered would probs be: crazy ar. -.- ...reason being - u get disciplinary action if caught swearing. nono...u cud be fired. diuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) the colleague has a collection of 911's greatest hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i have acccess to youtube. SWEEET. do u think i can make an acquisition for msn too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMESAUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall sleep. the pressure's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7014134926597105937?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7014134926597105937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7014134926597105937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7014134926597105937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7014134926597105937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-shudnt-be-happening.html' title='this shudn&apos;t be happening...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-682267161025660239</id><published>2009-09-04T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:30:34.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>sometimes, problems can only be solved when confronted face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least initiatives are taken to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;and its a blessing that the other party accepts it with an open mind...and peace? WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377585914381863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SqEF5b_gCSI/AAAAAAAACuk/lNc0iA12Lfc/s320/04092009297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shot this on the way back from the office. cantik kan?! from a certain angle la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was so glad it's a friday and i could leave before the sun sets entirely i stopped at a kiosk nearby and got myself a magnum, wasabi twisties, kitkat and ribena. whacked 'em all wei. mcb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh it's been a while since i've spat any foul words at anyone. not including the facebook chats with sidney quah...no...i'm clean. the colleagues dun even sigh when they're stressed. they should be given the agency training. at least they'd sound slightly normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mehhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy holidays everyone. 72 hours or non-stop lazing is blady appealing...enthralling. AWESOMESAUCEEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-682267161025660239?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/682267161025660239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=682267161025660239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/682267161025660239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/682267161025660239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/09/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SqEF5b_gCSI/AAAAAAAACuk/lNc0iA12Lfc/s72-c/04092009297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4254355064608137055</id><published>2009-09-02T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:51:01.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>This is slightly overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself time peanut. Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4254355064608137055?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4254355064608137055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4254355064608137055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4254355064608137055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4254355064608137055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7426934976166743274</id><published>2009-08-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:52:04.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this shud've come earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if i had not joined bbdo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i kinda thank god i did. althou work's O.o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos i had a couple more months to bond with the colleagues that i'd prefer to call frens now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a couple months extra before i step into the corporate world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a couple months for...so many things i'd rather explain using pictures but then it's 11.40pm now and in approximately 7 hours, i'd be heading out towards a whole new working experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GASP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and in the midst of the emo-ness, besides the occasional msges from the sister and friends and ex colleagues, things like this warm me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376151999463149682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpvtwmqB0HI/AAAAAAAACuM/__62gPtA2vE/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152011284366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpvtxSsbReI/AAAAAAAACuU/TM2aD-APwow/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i stole the following picture from nowa's blog. it has been set as my office pc wallpaper for the past...whole year perhaps. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376153097500167058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpvuwhKdC5I/AAAAAAAACuc/c_iua7IpDnE/s320/jayvan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i wont drink milo alone in the new office.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get my own cup.&lt;br /&gt;I SO MISS UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7426934976166743274?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7426934976166743274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7426934976166743274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7426934976166743274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7426934976166743274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/sanity.html' title='sanity'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpvtwmqB0HI/AAAAAAAACuM/__62gPtA2vE/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6947582915887293036</id><published>2009-08-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:17:08.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was supposed to...</title><content type='html'>blog about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;about the ups and downs of my first working experience.&lt;br /&gt;about leaving the company for real.&lt;br /&gt;how it's only sinking in now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm falling ill.&lt;br /&gt;WOI! WHOLE WEEK IM FREE NOW ONLY U COME!&lt;br /&gt;GONNA START WORK D WEI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@E^(*YDWH)*&amp;amp;EHYH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;i dun even have the proper attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm more emo than i tot i'd be.&lt;br /&gt;not the the extend of burning the place down thou.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sing a taylor swift song.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;goonai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6947582915887293036?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6947582915887293036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6947582915887293036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6947582915887293036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6947582915887293036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-supposed-to.html' title='was supposed to...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2358235762490363373</id><published>2009-08-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:13:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the couple things that i wont be able to do anymore out there...</title><content type='html'>probably the longest title i've ever inserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i'll miss these inappropriate gestures that i've thought to be extremely normal even when it is packed with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960573179218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqzlNSpI/AAAAAAAACuE/47TzRyUlB_I/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;totally despise students that score doing this jump. but wtf. i'm not a student. my grades stink. i have all the reasons to do fucked up poses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqVvoloI/AAAAAAAACt8/8KwPg-a0Xjs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960565169886850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqVvoloI/AAAAAAAACt8/8KwPg-a0Xjs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hold a malibu bottle and run around with a reindeer headband when christmas is...5 years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqKZxKzI/AAAAAAAACt0/uFwpXUYOHCg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960562125384498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqKZxKzI/AAAAAAAACt0/uFwpXUYOHCg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have colleagues do gross poses together after lunch (hence the crowd) in IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960554105931634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkpshyB3I/AAAAAAAACts/EQAV8fkmeo0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960549570665650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkpbofXLI/AAAAAAAACtk/iSD_y340ZwI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a boss that's scarier than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960376755801218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkfX2NzII/AAAAAAAACtc/yRV1wQ64YtE/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;facebook and msn during office hours...which i was initially forbidden to do but I DUN GIP A FUCK. HEAR ME?! I DUN GIP A FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960367862969170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQke2t_81I/AAAAAAAACtU/9_VFb7QqG4E/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;playdoh during working hours. throw shit around and u get people clicking on 'LIKE' after posting it up on facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960364949566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQker3Y9eI/AAAAAAAACtM/JmGHwybY8ys/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lunch for 5 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960354454619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkeExMw-I/AAAAAAAACtE/FI8Mcrp-XdU/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;karaoke. free flow. all paid for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960352490124930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkd9c09oI/AAAAAAAACs8/Eo2yy_b78Fs/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;imagine if id to do this in sunway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do u think they'd lock me up forever?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2358235762490363373?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2358235762490363373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2358235762490363373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2358235762490363373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2358235762490363373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-things-that-i-wont-be-able-to-do.html' title='the couple things that i wont be able to do anymore out there...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SpQkqzlNSpI/AAAAAAAACuE/47TzRyUlB_I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6713721094421662282</id><published>2009-08-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:35:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>i owe the keyboard and the blog an apology.&lt;br /&gt;keyboard cos i haven't been particularly gentle as time spent at home on the computer is basically used to channel my anger.&lt;br /&gt;blog cos...i saw a string of cobweb lying across the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, when i'm supposed to be frantically completing the deck for a presentation on monday (to be approved by the boss tomorrow MORNING), i had this desperate urge to blog. in other words i think it's also called slacking, procrastinating...or just being plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after such a long introduction, i don't even remember the purpose of me blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well sumthing worth mentioning, I LEFT THE OFFICE AT 8.03pm on a FRIDAY NIGHT and had a SLIGHT adrenaline rush when i saw the TRAFFIC JAM as i haven't been able to be part of such a huge vehicle party for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was happy to see a jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i felt hungry. *stones*&lt;br /&gt;u know the time of the month, when u're losing monthly red blood cells, hormones fluttering all over the place, all u wanna do when u're hungry is just to slap sumthing rich, sinful and orgasmic into ur blady mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a split second i wanted to tahan till i reach kfc and have my dose of zinger burger. fail. jam. kenot make it. esso's a couple yards away though but it's still nearer. oh! the emergency lane's pretty empty. shud i g...oh!! a car zooms past!! i shall follow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.mata diri kat depan tunjuk tangan suruh henti pastu yang seterusnya tidak bisa dieksplainasi unless i wanna be marooned to taiwan or sumthing. pendek kata, i'm poorer by a bit now. *BAWLS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story is...freaking finish ur work in the office! now get slapped in the face!...seriously i rather get slapped. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;digressing, REAL points worth mentioning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UNO) i quit. yes, again shaddap. 2 more weeks hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DOS) i went wakeboarding, burnt both my arms and they're still peeling. BUT I LOVE IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRES) i'm gonna get a new phone just so i can have gps and so everyone can't laff at me for being road blind anymore. hmph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QUATROS) i'm also gonna b red headed without the consent of my family cos i'm pretty sure they're gonna say...'START NEW JOB DUN DO RUBBISH LA!'...i wonder if i can brainwash the corporate world. le sigh. i'll so miss jeans and tshirt. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...LIMA) i'm...broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH WOW SUCH A LONG POST! I ROCK. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6713721094421662282?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6713721094421662282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6713721094421662282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6713721094421662282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6713721094421662282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7612098740909380607</id><published>2009-08-03T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:49:37.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil is...</title><content type='html'>when you're slogging off in the office at an atrocious hour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get a message from your friends saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794468412845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sncho8uA70I/AAAAAAAACrk/-aR9dRNQIfg/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;'Hei! ur missing out! But v miss u!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;such is love, when you're a hungry little churchmouse, the next message comes in saying...'we had soup, peking duck, chu sau...and red wine'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*BAWLS*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I WAN CHU SAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no more abalone for u hero! u abandoned me for chu sau. hmph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can go again or not? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy birthday hee ving anne!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i is laps u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember ok, i'm yeeyee...not mum mum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365795890594350258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Snci7uwghLI/AAAAAAAACrs/U6ocgCID3E8/s320/DSC_1153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7612098740909380607?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7612098740909380607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7612098740909380607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7612098740909380607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7612098740909380607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/evil-is.html' title='Evil is...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sncho8uA70I/AAAAAAAACrk/-aR9dRNQIfg/s72-c/DSC00087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2086337242628446785</id><published>2009-07-24T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:26:58.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesedeyhan</title><content type='html'>yang teramat maximus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is when the ipod, returning after a long hiatus, decides to ironically get a bead stuck shit in it's hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean...the one where the earphones get inserted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stuck the earphones into my ear while driving (shush i can multitask) and tried pushing the other end into the port...it slid off. i struggled for a moment and realized there was this round, smooth surface blocking the opening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as thick as i could get (yes i know i'm dumb so shush again), i sumhow was convinced sumthing from beneath the port must have popped up instead of thinking some alienated objects could have found their way to nest there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i shove the headphone in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and within an instant (see i'm not so thick after all...just a little too late to notice)...i realized i'm doomed. fucking bead's gonne be stuck forever unless i am willing to gip the pod up and have him sent back to the factories. which i wonder how mch they can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehow a similar bead was found on alfred's table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why wasn't it shoved into his port as well?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ME?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/sedey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok kidding. he's not stupid. i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's still working. just that it's classily bandaged in order to keep the parts connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was a first aider after all. reaching the national level does mean something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362094406823248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Smn8dBLPAlI/AAAAAAAACrc/fAHt7wfa1dQ/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;get well soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. it's saturday already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2086337242628446785?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2086337242628446785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2086337242628446785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2086337242628446785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2086337242628446785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/kesedeyhan.html' title='Kesedeyhan'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Smn8dBLPAlI/AAAAAAAACrc/fAHt7wfa1dQ/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-874437541870721397</id><published>2009-07-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:36:01.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's worth mentioning</title><content type='html'>i left office at 9.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an awesome dinner and whacked a whole plate of thai tofu and another plate of lotus root by myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine yap yee leng is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hero is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hero has new eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;double worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;can post picture, hero?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKEBOARDING THIS WEEKEND PLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;SAPA NAK JOIN?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*updated*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360566297556520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SmSOpWjJjmI/AAAAAAAACrU/vhHyI_ZUFHo/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360565089722412146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SmSNjDBDrHI/AAAAAAAACrE/XARAKC3kl7g/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Sailormoon Blade Eyebrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-874437541870721397?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/874437541870721397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=874437541870721397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/874437541870721397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/874437541870721397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-worth-mentioning.html' title='it&apos;s worth mentioning'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SmSOpWjJjmI/AAAAAAAACrU/vhHyI_ZUFHo/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5639618619624239673</id><published>2009-07-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:58:12.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived</title><content type='html'>It's a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;But the weekend is FAR FROM ARRIVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to cheer myself up...&lt;br /&gt;OMG HARRY POTPOTP WAS SOOOO DARN GOOOOOOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;no spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;the ending shud've been slightly more elaborate thou.&lt;br /&gt;oh and for once, daniel radcliffe was indeed acting.&lt;br /&gt;for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i need to get outta the office and spend more time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post POTPOT fever + PMS = EMO.&lt;br /&gt;someone cast a cheering charm on me.&lt;br /&gt;GRACIAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-5639618619624239673?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5639618619624239673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5639618619624239673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5639618619624239673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5639618619624239673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/deprived.html' title='Deprived'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-9140649207457239123</id><published>2009-07-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:36:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G</title><content type='html'>there are other reasons for you to refresh ur browser besides getting updates and viewing Facebook OR Twitter. that's when the clock's striking 12 and you know by then a new movie would be up for grabs...so bad it's a now...&lt;br /&gt;OR NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so being the kiasu me...work was suspended for 15mins while i kept refreshing the GSC site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO AND BEHOLD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT MY FREAKING HARRY POTTER TICKETS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(background music: EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature, Gardens okay dun play play.&lt;br /&gt;My virgin movie.&lt;br /&gt;Ah...beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357995845454926802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Slts1WRcE9I/AAAAAAAACq8/JDgVbRtjQQ4/s320/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd have preferred rupert's version but it doesn't really matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm kinda convinced that my magical powers are back. i secretly, ungratefully and maliciously wished that the queen lady would not appear in the grounds of the uoa building this morning. POOOF! and so she didn't!! *swish and flick*!!!&lt;br /&gt;swear so happy can cry ok.&lt;/p&gt;ok back to work.&lt;br /&gt;flowers anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORCHIDEOUS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-9140649207457239123?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9140649207457239123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=9140649207457239123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9140649207457239123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9140649207457239123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title='O.M.G'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Slts1WRcE9I/AAAAAAAACq8/JDgVbRtjQQ4/s72-c/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4947231781686072687</id><published>2009-07-09T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:57:24.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the burning lightyear</title><content type='html'>i'm writing this while the entire team is out having lunch at a nearby mamak.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've penned my notes over here.&lt;br /&gt;and a year since i've joined the team.&lt;br /&gt;it's excruciating, overwhelming and it's as though i've stepped into the murkier waters searching for the next safe step to land my feet.&lt;br /&gt;but it also marks the arrival of my soul into the real working world depicted by the involvement needed both physically and mentally towards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh daym. i'm sorry. i made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;it's only been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FEELS LIKE ONE WHOLE YEAR LOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4947231781686072687?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4947231781686072687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4947231781686072687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4947231781686072687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4947231781686072687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/burning-lightyear.html' title='the burning lightyear'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6127105619705349011</id><published>2009-07-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:10:43.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini...</title><content type='html'>saya dimarahi ratu perut besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah sekian lama saya wujud dalam keadaan yang damai di pejabat, memang seronok mendengar teriakan ratu. macamlah seribu biji peluru ditembak ke arah saya. gambaran perang dunia kedua memintasi minda beku saya. suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;i'm digesting my dinner just so i won't fall asleep while trying to catch up on work.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to blog about daddy's birthday but natnat has not uploaded the pix so i shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna post a sibeh hiao picture of mine cos...the dress i'm wearing is one of the bestest buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355409315450685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SlI8ZfJBh7I/AAAAAAAACq0/TU37v6IOMro/s320/PX-0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that love sign has been there since natnat's wedding. i'm not removing it. cos...hmm...mayb cos it can cover my fats. I LOVE MY MIRROR... &lt;p&gt;digressing, eating pineapples with a cut finger and cracked lips is FANTABULOUS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm a true sadist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*chomps into a juicy pineapple...pure acidic*. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE MORE THING, HERO IS COMING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80 points in average big ass. if not no good food!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goonai! oh no sorry...KERJA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6127105619705349011?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6127105619705349011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6127105619705349011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6127105619705349011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6127105619705349011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hari-ini.html' title='hari ini...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SlI8ZfJBh7I/AAAAAAAACq0/TU37v6IOMro/s72-c/PX-0386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-927391535329506043</id><published>2009-06-28T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:13:54.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedeynye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sedey 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;up to a point where i try not to go anywhere, stay home and have my eyes fixed on the few channels on astro just so i can watch more tv. worst still when u have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blind date, oceans 13 and cloverfield this week...pretty good! nono wait. BLIND DATE IS SO GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of movies, no matter what u've heard or read about transformers 2: revenge of the fallen, I THINK THE MOVIE IS FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;mayb i'm shallow (oh not mayb, i am shallow teehee!)...or mayb it's shia (and josh duhamel? TWEET)...or mayb it's the brit 'the fallen' robot (and the green yaoyao robot that farts fire)...watever it is, it's a non-stop action-packed movie and all i want is to be entertained in the cinema. so if u think it's bad...save ur comments to urself, ie SHUT UP. i'm going for it the 2nd time, peace! *yeah i'm not accustomed to accepting negative comments about sumthing i like. i dun rebutt, i jst bite, thats all. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sedey 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, Michael Jackson's passed on.&lt;br /&gt;with all the negativity looming for the past few years, it never really dawn upon me that it would actually be heart wrenching to accept the fact that he is indeed...gone, until i heard all his masterpieces (i heard thriller 6 times in 1/2 a day...annoying really...he has other great songs wan lor) and realized how the era has died along with him. le sigh. the dangerous tour played on tv and surprisingly, WE DO KNOW MANY OF HIS SONGSSSSS!!! went wow-ing like bollocks when he performed his smooth criminal anti-gravity moves. GASP.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so ironic, how everyone has been mocking him and now that he's dead, the media starts mourning. losers.&lt;br /&gt;let's all celebrate the life of the King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM SENG!&lt;br /&gt;*wipes tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sedey 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole day's meeting tmr.&lt;br /&gt;the alarm's set at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;the last i remember waking up this early was...back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;*bawls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tido.&lt;br /&gt;can sum tell me tmr's friday?&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-927391535329506043?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/927391535329506043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=927391535329506043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/927391535329506043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/927391535329506043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/sedeynye.html' title='Sedeynye'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-100855563061413337</id><published>2009-06-25T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:11:05.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test...is not out...</title><content type='html'>went twice this afternoon although the nurse said she'll call me when it's out.&lt;br /&gt;one of it she spotted me coming down the stairs and just waved me off, giving me a signal that she'd call me. then, i called them in the evening, and she said that it'll only come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOI!!! DUNNO PEOPLE GAN JEONG ZIT?!?! DUNNO HOW TO CALL WAN ZIT?! DAH LAH BYK KALI TANYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma chibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized the pressure increases when the dad's inspecting me.&lt;br /&gt;i told him that i felt a little flushed in the office. as i was speaking, i felt my face getting warm. *shit*...then as he looked longer with a concerned face telling me that my face and ears are flushed, i think it'll pop the termometer if u place it on my skin. POOOOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;why liddat.&lt;br /&gt;gotta do competitive tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow...please be good. PLEASEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;bisingnye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-100855563061413337?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/100855563061413337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=100855563061413337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/100855563061413337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/100855563061413337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/testis-not-out.html' title='The Test...is not out...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6452865479926175322</id><published>2009-06-23T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:59:16.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test</title><content type='html'>BP...tak baik.&lt;br /&gt;Had a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully baik-baik. Le Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think...Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6452865479926175322?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6452865479926175322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6452865479926175322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6452865479926175322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6452865479926175322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/test.html' title='The Test'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-360740848607337689</id><published>2009-06-22T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:45:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Father's Day was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the dreadful korean food that tasted the same despite the creative names and attractive colors...it appeals, unfortunately, only to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;while we were all trying hard to digest all the pork spread across the long table, the niece's attention was diverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and their eyes met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171686364946786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sj-gzWUioWI/AAAAAAAACqk/xNEEi0ju-nY/s320/anneboi2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my oh my! mi querida has her romeo. semacam shin chan! *cubit*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350172787889658146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sj-hzd0f2SI/AAAAAAAACqs/ETW0sLal-O4/s320/anneboi1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;if u're wondering, honey is...on the right wearing the skirt. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the blasé attitude at work...needs to be changed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BUT HOW? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh yeah. think about the perks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FREE TRANSFORMERS ON WEDNESDAY!!! F.O.C!!! JGN JERES SEMUA ORANG!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok tido. bp check tmr. goonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-360740848607337689?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/360740848607337689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=360740848607337689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/360740848607337689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/360740848607337689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sj-gzWUioWI/AAAAAAAACqk/xNEEi0ju-nY/s72-c/anneboi2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7559395289062394726</id><published>2009-06-16T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:50:05.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ini...</title><content type='html'>Saya pilih untik berblog dalam Bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;Takde sebab tertentu. Gatal kut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi, hal yang teramat lucu berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah ceritanya. Semalam saya berulang-alik sepanjang Lebuhraya Kerinchi dan tahlah apa nama lebuhraya tu, kerana hari jadi budak yang bernama monyet hampir tiba. Maka, saya pun menunaikan hajatnya untuk menghadiahkan se(simpulan bahasa) CD budak Italiano yang berbahasa Kantonis bernama Soler. Kantoi pusat membeli-belah sebesar The Curve takde CD yang dinayatakan. Terpaksalah saya bertukar arah ke OU. Alhamdulillah…dapat juga akhirnya saya membeli CD tesebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kekecohan itu, saya pun bergegas ke DU untik membeli kek cawan yang (saya rasanya) lama diidami monyet tu. Sementara membeli kek cawan yang comiao sial untuk dia, kegemukan saya yang telah mencapai tahap maximus memaksa minda saya untuk membeli 3 biji kek berwarna-warni tu untuk papa, mama dan saya. Memang tidak dapat dinafikan, anak ni memang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi awal ini, perkara pertama yang saya terfikir adalah kek cawan saya.&lt;br /&gt;Langkah masuk ke dapur nampaklah warna yang comiao dan menarik dari jauh dalam berkas yang mama sediakan. Tapi eh, apasal bekas tu leper sangat?! Cam ne dengan kek cawan saya yang tinggi meninggi dengan bunga bungaan yang teramat cantik tu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati saya berdengup-dengup. Gambaran yang menyayat hati memintasi minda saya. Saya menghulurkan tangan pendek saya dan memberanikan diri untuk membuka bekas mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cibai. Penyek sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SjdNNqxS4cI/AAAAAAAACqc/_hmoo0Aslq8/s1600-h/Cupcake.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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SjdNNqxS4cI/AAAAAAAACqc/_hmoo0Aslq8/s320/Cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347827979740438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama pandai. Kata takde bekas setingggi tu.&lt;br /&gt;Suruh saya jilat penutup bekas. Sama saja. *Lagu biola menyedihkan bermain di belakang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah cerita saya hari ini, budak sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;Kembalilah minggu hadapan, masa yang sama untuk cerita dongeng yang lebih menarik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7559395289062394726?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7559395289062394726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7559395289062394726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7559395289062394726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7559395289062394726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hari-ini.html' title='Hari ini...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SjdNNqxS4cI/AAAAAAAACqc/_hmoo0Aslq8/s72-c/Cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-948062573175429325</id><published>2009-06-03T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:52:38.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJAYMEE%7E1.LEO%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m blogging at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See all the correct punctuations and caps…yeah I’m using word doc. Just so the boss won’t creep up behind me and yell out that I’m doing non-work related stuff. O.o. ie MSN, Facebook, Twitter…you name it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Handover hasn’t been done therefore there’s nothing much that I can do besides acting busy, acting as though I’m reading old briefs just to understand the accounts more, acting as though I’m sending some important mails – fact is I’m talking to Yinng via Outlook and walking to the pantry so often it’s okay I’m skipping gym for a week. Twooot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I lost at the gym in a month will all be gained back within this week. Le sigh. Oh speaking of which, I’m skipping gym due to this dizzy spells that I have and constantly having ever since I returned from Genting…which is getting me paranoid I think I have all sorts of awful underlying diseases. WEEE…oh and the pressure’s slightly high. Am I stressed? Or am I just deprived? MEHHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the sister yawned while instructing that I should hit the clinic, get a blood test done this very Saturday to see why this is happening, shoved me 3 friggin long SMSes which I shall not delete until this is cleared and *fingers crossed*…let’s all pray that it’s my two freaking big bulging eyes that are causing all the problems. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay I shall walk to the pantry, then the toilet, and to the pantry again…maybe another round to the toilet after that if I’m not pumped out…and then a stroll walk back to my wholly opened cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-948062573175429325?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/948062573175429325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=948062573175429325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/948062573175429325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/948062573175429325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/06/third-day.html' title='Third Day...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8529148282191168979</id><published>2009-05-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:44:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more to go...</title><content type='html'>i mean days...&lt;br /&gt;before i officially join 'the dark side' &lt;quote&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months back, i waited in agony for this very day to approach.&lt;br /&gt;a month ago, i finally handed over 70% of my work and for the first time in 8 months of working in proximity, i actually HAVE leisure hours to chat with my friends on msn, berbonding with my beloved *yes nora if u're reading, U* *sobs* copywriters, cracking up with other colleagues, coming home earlier more often for dinners with the family and even heading back to eitp. NOT to mention ultimate badminton games and...teehee! belly dancing. XD...no i kenot dance on the podium so...better not make me before i gross everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to plan faraway lunch outings, watch youtube and watch illegally downloaded movies *hush* secretly, walking to the art director's table and standing there smiling just because he's busy and i'm not XD...and leaving the office at 7pm, guilt free...OH and entering the office at...erm...11? it was 2pm today. cos i 'worked late' last night. which is true la okay...have to cross check when the page went live. i is responsiblesss. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly dawned upon me that i have just 1 more day left in the first ever company that i've worked for (besides thestar) and althou bbdo is just a step away (literally), i admit i am feeling a little...*thinking of the very word to describe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hmmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clock ticks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-.-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah odd. perfect word. to be exact i'm slightly saddened by the fact. *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why...but when proxi was addressed as THEM during the team briefing with BBDO this evening, i felt...WUEHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEWAH...DRAMA SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nola i think it's pms.&lt;br /&gt;yeah PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to everyone who's laffing - i dun hate the company ok. i just dislike 2 women.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm going to bathe and head to bed early just so i can emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- UNICORN SHOPPE HAS BEEN UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;GO SEE LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8529148282191168979?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8529148282191168979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8529148282191168979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8529148282191168979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8529148282191168979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-to-go.html' title='One more to go...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1396618877059140830</id><published>2009-05-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:03:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKEBOARD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna teman? *puppy eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i know takde.&lt;br /&gt;i go myself.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436357868975778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Shl9E_OV9qI/AAAAAAAACqU/WR9eKyy8_zA/s320/wakeboarding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*imagine if i could do that. do you think i can go full pro, make loads of money and quit my current job? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i have exactly 1 week left at proximity.&lt;br /&gt;good luck peanut.&lt;br /&gt;good luck BBDO.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn's updated. Click &lt;a href="http://unicorn-shoppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more updates!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1396618877059140830?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1396618877059140830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1396618877059140830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1396618877059140830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1396618877059140830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna.html' title='I WANNA'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Shl9E_OV9qI/AAAAAAAACqU/WR9eKyy8_zA/s72-c/wakeboarding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6913056471317905025</id><published>2009-05-21T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:18:03.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously...</title><content type='html'>Last time this year, I was popping champagne bottles over David Cook's victory. This time around, I was totally dumbfounded and deep down inside, *so dramatic but true*, I feel utterly disgusted, depressed and entirely snipped away from reality that a church singer garnered over a hundred million american votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Kris performed really well for the first round singing Ain't No Sunshine (later recalled that Shawn Smith's performance from Britain's Got Talent was wwaaayyy better *rollseyes*), but he blew it off when he started strumming his guitar AND kicking his legs occasionally especially while trying to peak high notes singing What's Going On. Do I need to revive your memory on how bad No Boundaries was? Ok la I is fair. That song was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO OOO and everytime he reaches the highest note of the scale, his mouth opens wide and tongue flips to the right like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295201315230706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/ShVvM7yRE_I/AAAAAAAACqM/7TOOJVFOMRY/s320/Kris_Allen(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't see? Zoom urself la. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this is so dramatic really I never thought I'd be this attached. All of a sudden it feels pretty empty not to have new astonishing videos of Adam Lambert anymore. And I think I'm ranting mostly because:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I like to rant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I am so in love with Adam's voice...and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) I kinda challenged certain Kris' fans. Due to the kiasuness in me...this post is formed.&lt;/p&gt;Sigh...I'm gonna use up the 80gb of my iPod with Adam's songs and replay them until it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** We saw a head scratcher, where the guy who eventually makes the biggest mark lands, inexplicably, in second place...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6913056471317905025?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6913056471317905025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6913056471317905025' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6913056471317905025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6913056471317905025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously_21.html' title='Seriously...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/ShVvM7yRE_I/AAAAAAAACqM/7TOOJVFOMRY/s72-c/Kris_Allen(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7556771649444928905</id><published>2009-05-20T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:17:21.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>LAMBERT'S GONNA WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARD IT??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S NAILING IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7556771649444928905?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7556771649444928905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7556771649444928905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7556771649444928905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7556771649444928905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/rawr.html' title='RAWR!!!!!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1282463826491370856</id><published>2009-05-15T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:05:54.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin &amp; UNICORN SHOPPE</title><content type='html'>Honestly, with the amount of time I spend at the gym and studio weekly, all the alco that I had today would have destroyed the entire plan. SIN! Tapi maciam lama tak minum. Gembira tau! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pix with evanboi. I'm officially naming u that here. XD&lt;br /&gt;No u can't choose. Either that or i call u S*** Y**. *chuckles* (quote).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The niece is much better. Managed to wave and smile and show me her newly learnt clap this morning before I left for work. Awesome!!! Kids are wonderful. Especially when they're nieces. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I still have posts that are sibeh overdue.&lt;br /&gt;1) China&lt;br /&gt;2) Wern's farewell&lt;br /&gt;3) Erm...ok don't remember yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everybody please spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;THE SISTA HAS A &lt;a href="http://www.unicorn-shoppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHOPPING BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. Awesome aint' it? It's pretty much like all the other blogs in the sense that you come online, click and run your scroller up and down until you spot something you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is, we have SIZES. So yeah...if you're not the size of a midget, with a 18" waist, head over and have a glance. Buy if you need to. If you know me...well of course you know me since readers here are only invited, I'll see if I can give you a 1% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go have a look. More to come...promise. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1282463826491370856?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1282463826491370856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1282463826491370856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1282463826491370856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1282463826491370856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/sin-unicorn-shoppe.html' title='Sin &amp; UNICORN SHOPPE'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8397275471079279906</id><published>2009-05-12T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:17:57.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Hands Please</title><content type='html'>cos the niece is sick.&lt;br /&gt;and...she has a whole pharmacy of med to down.&lt;br /&gt;dammit doctor u think heineken ar can down liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;someone cure her pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8397275471079279906?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8397275471079279906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8397275471079279906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8397275471079279906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8397275471079279906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-hands-please.html' title='Hold Hands Please'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4740168016184787629</id><published>2009-05-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:02:11.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SgMP24WNpxI/AAAAAAAACqE/XMSMgvGkj0I/s1600-h/american-idol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333123819249706770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SgMP24WNpxI/AAAAAAAACqE/XMSMgvGkj0I/s320/american-idol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no honestly i don't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how did he end up there...standing in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AT HIS FACE! LOOK AT THAT SMILE!!! LOOK AT THE WAY HE STANDS! *rollseyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok to a certain extend, i agree he's cute. surprisingly, i was blown away when he sang 'falling slowly' but i usually find myself frowning at the end of most of his live performances. u've heard kak jee saying 'pitch problems' haven't you? apply that to him. ptah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and zomg allison!! always faulted for not having enuff confidence but doesn't she make ur hair stand until the moment u shave them off when her vocal chords open?! blady hell! the voters have always been ambivalent about her i've heard from yinng but...gosh her for kris...-.-"...disgrace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a bimbo and i'm disgusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just let me spit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4740168016184787629?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4740168016184787629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4740168016184787629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4740168016184787629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4740168016184787629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriously.html' title='seriously...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SgMP24WNpxI/AAAAAAAACqE/XMSMgvGkj0I/s72-c/american-idol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8179513179782683157</id><published>2009-05-06T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:45:38.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love pain</title><content type='html'>ok before i elaborate on my topic, i'd need to blog about the guangzhou trip before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332733611640495138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SgGs9zueHCI/AAAAAAAACp8/-zge_-0Y_ZA/s320/P4190846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NAH KIDDING. i haven't got the mood to edit the pix. obviously there are waaay too many and i need to select the best of it. and the only way to remind me is by...seeing that tub of thing up there...*shivers*...until i make a new post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i shall do that next. i've already forgotten most of details and names of the places so no worries. i shall just lantak. u won't know, will you? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh if you were wondering, it's a JAR (gam siah babi) of snake heads. i snapped that 100 feet away and zoomed. not bad ey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've returned to eitp with thumbee. it's hell. but i like the pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;belly dancing is fun too!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll be shakira 5 years own the road...u just wait i tell u. just wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok goodnite. sum1 piggy back me to the room please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8179513179782683157?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8179513179782683157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8179513179782683157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8179513179782683157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8179513179782683157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-pain.html' title='i love pain'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SgGs9zueHCI/AAAAAAAACp8/-zge_-0Y_ZA/s72-c/P4190846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4735339415091744276</id><published>2009-04-28T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:32:09.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back...for some time already</title><content type='html'>china again...was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;so awesome i wished i could be there for a couple weeks more if anne wasn't an issue. cos my arms were itching from pinching her chubby limbs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures later la k.&lt;br /&gt;work's waaayyy more laid back now.&lt;br /&gt;and...im now scared of more offers. i guess i have enough of it currently. dun confuse me. i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't only appear in movies. politics do occur. and it's a treacherous journey to go through when u're on the wrong side so don't even get there. i'm sticking to my decision. move off u buggers!! i'm stepping over to the bigger ship. GAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la if u dun understand what i just said, i'll use layman terms.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quitting proximity...and joining BBDO. nonono don't scratch ur arse, many people dun really get what i mean. bt fact is, proximity is under BBDO. so i'm quitting the anak to join the ibu. god bless me. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stepping back to eitp.&lt;br /&gt;thumbee ffk-ed me today. bitch. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;we're giving ourselves 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;DIE, FATS, DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my dinner at 12.40am.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4735339415091744276?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4735339415091744276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4735339415091744276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4735339415091744276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4735339415091744276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-backfor-some-time-already.html' title='i&apos;m back...for some time already'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-77645529358566733</id><published>2009-04-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:39:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i vants to cry</title><content type='html'>listening to adam lambert.&lt;br /&gt;for good reasons of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last that gave me this feeling was obviously david cook. and i never really blogged about AI. even fantasia was lke...mehhh...ok la...quite good but this fucking gay-but-oh-so-stunning-u-wanna-just-kill-him-so-he-can-be-reborn-straight is HELLUVA AWESOME ROCKER...singer. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i honestly felt that 'mad world' wasn't that good. it was shaky at the closing bit. ptah hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the countdown begins.&lt;br /&gt;in less than about 48 hours i'd be leaving on a jetplane. to the land where i swore i'd never...EVER set foot upon again. there...never ever swear. it'll be the first stop of the trip. rejoice peanut rejoice. -.-. anyways, as always, im paranoid when it comes to flights. just wish me luck and pray that i land safe...and sound. there and back ok. -.-. and that i dun fall sick midway. CHOI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i experienced apparent wooziness after an interview last week. i blame it on MAXIS because they launched their iphone and took up the entire centre court in mv...and i was just beside...the very place i felt the world spin. i had to lean on the glass panel of GUESS to rest. see...rest oso must choose nice place. awesome. anyway, the natnat suggests that it's my stupid cocked eyes and reckons that i shud have my specs on 24/7. sigh. dahlah takde hidung. how to support specs. lazy wanna wear cons everyday cos wake up late. how. -.-. oh apart from that, i couldn't really see well cos i bawled my eyes out watching marley and me and the puffiness took up 3/4 of my vision. double awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.27pm and i'm having my dinner. i'm blogging cos i'm having trouble tearing the gizzard i'm eating apart. i shall stop typing cos i need to stick my hands into my mouth now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to all kepochis that care, i think i found a job.&lt;br /&gt;with not much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;CHEWAH. ok not jinxing. SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing pix.......&lt;br /&gt;erm...later la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just in case you were wondering, yeah i'm going to china with the parents. want anything? list down in the comments area. i'll probably take a look when i'm back. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-77645529358566733?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/77645529358566733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=77645529358566733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/77645529358566733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/77645529358566733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-vants-to-cry.html' title='i vants to cry'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4181639686351619921</id><published>2009-04-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:04:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>well for once i feel wanted and...appreciated...i guess?&lt;br /&gt;not by the one that i hoped wanted me but oh well...it's almost as good!&lt;br /&gt;*peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i won't be leaving too far after all.&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;br /&gt;GAHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phuture pix up next.&lt;br /&gt;come back la whoever wants to see. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4181639686351619921?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4181639686351619921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4181639686351619921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4181639686351619921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4181639686351619921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8304463873288409165</id><published>2009-04-09T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:07:17.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go away!</title><content type='html'>have you ever tried avoiding sum1 so bad...you see them leaving now and the nxt corner you turn they're right ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, have you tried getting urself ill but end up running a marathon, winning it without the need of tongkat ali but get hospitalized when you abso-fuckingly need to be healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if you had not known, i'll be heading to zhu hai with the parents for a little break from hell next sunday for a week. and ironically, the designer is down with mumps. -.-. i try not make it too apparent that i'm freaked out at the sight of him. i hold my breathe till i go green and try the least the be around him for more than 3 minutes. i waited for him to leave the office before i grabbed my bag and headed for the lift. i took the other exit just so i could waste some time till he walks way farther and the virus will have the time to die down...no i'm not sure if it's airborne i'm paranoid. and as i reach the lift, there he was. he had a short discussion with the other designer therefore the delay. HEY! SUCH A COINCIDENCE. come lets hold hands and walk down!! u get the drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously. i'm not evil. i'm sorry he's ill and yet he has to slave his life away working. i wouldn't mind sitting on his lap if it were to be any normal day but i've been waiting for this trip for god knows how long and i can't afford to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now pls excuse me i'm gonna lie on my bed with a can of beer to let my antibody work efficiently and effectively to keep myself virus free for the next 2 weeks till im back from the land of people's republic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8304463873288409165?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8304463873288409165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8304463873288409165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8304463873288409165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8304463873288409165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-away.html' title='go away!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6629237719106855417</id><published>2009-04-05T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:48:20.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S I Love You</title><content type='html'>despite the once again heavy eyelids after a full goblet of red wine and some crappy proposal for an upcoming project, it suddenly struck me that it was only 4.30am and...hey it's a saturay night!! nothing shall go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10mins into the movie, the tear duct decided to just excrete, and my body was spun dry. geeez was it beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321172568511236786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SdiaQh6qSrI/AAAAAAAACpk/Yc9UJTYG9RI/s320/ps_i_love_you_film_movie_torrent_download.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i never really fancied gerard butler. he seemed a little too chu yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAH KENOT MAKE IT! DAMN YENG SIAL CAN JUST DIE IF I WERE TO BE HOLLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun remember the book being this good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not usually accustomed to reading romance novels. or rather i don't read anything that doesn't come with blood, fangs...and a huge ration of humourous good sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall watch it again. YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't start the countdown because i don't really know when exactly the last day is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this fact is getting on my nerves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6629237719106855417?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6629237719106855417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6629237719106855417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6629237719106855417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6629237719106855417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S I Love You'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SdiaQh6qSrI/AAAAAAAACpk/Yc9UJTYG9RI/s72-c/ps_i_love_you_film_movie_torrent_download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3768469194290078373</id><published>2009-04-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:03:46.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the storm</title><content type='html'>there's still rain.&lt;br /&gt;and flash floods continue to occasionally occur.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i've already learnt to not give it a fuck. :Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, there's a reason for 'emergency leaves' to be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;the term simply means...'i-am-not-fit-to-work-so-fuck-you-bitches-lemme-crash'.&lt;br /&gt;obviously it doesn't work in the advertising line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that i did have fun (at a certain point) throughout the arduous 38-hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;like...walking around bare-footed as thou i'm home, lying on the couch yakking on my phone while the rest were slaving their lifes off, morning walks at 430am wondering if we can indulge in sum dimsum breakfast cos we were brain dead and best of all, illegally popping a bottle of red wine that could've cost me my job if it were to be found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blissful part is- ko-ing at 1130pm after all the mess knowing u have an entire day ahead of u, WORK FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then this is no disney. it just never turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, u wished phones never existed in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;the loathful sight of the-one-whom-i-refuse-to-name makes me feel like hammering my head on the concrete wall that i have 2 more months down to go. and no i dun mean my client. althou she can be as pain as a rusty nail in the asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can't wait to go to shenzhen.&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, i'm sorry babi i had to spread this disease but...&lt;br /&gt;MYCHONNY ROX!!!!!!! youtube him please everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and just die laffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic, hmmm...i was deliberating...not sure if i shud mention this part. but i'm sitting here in 1 piece and i'm pretty sure i'd like to look back 1 day in the future patting myself on the back for leaving the company with the shit that they've put me into so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes, i was 80% confident i could drive myself home after everything despite warnings from the natnat, thepig, themonkey, several frens and most of the colleagues that i ought not to. it's indescribable what a luxury it was to finally be able to go home. u think i could wait for anyone to come pick me up and send me back to kjg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 secs in my car, my eyelids met each other and decided to make out and wet.........ok i mean i started to tear from the drought that my eyes were suffering from. i was...falling asleep. i had to sing out loud along deafening music but to no avail. so i thought, hey! since i had no breakfast and lunch and it's almost 8, why not have a bite?! so i drove into kfc's drivethrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 cars before me...awesome...wat to eat wat to eat wat to...zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was apparently intelligent enough to understand that my mind was giving up so the break was up and the gear was P. next thing i knew, i drowned myelf in drool and the car before me was ordering. REJOICE!!!!!!!!! sometimes i wonder if the cars behind me overtook and i'm like a thousand cars behind now but oh well...zinger burger rocks BIG TIME!! kept me alive that fateful day and brought me home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you zinger.&lt;br /&gt;i shall divore quarterpounder.&lt;br /&gt;goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3768469194290078373?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3768469194290078373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3768469194290078373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3768469194290078373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3768469194290078373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-storm.html' title='after the storm'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4722121748606418324</id><published>2009-04-01T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:17:35.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 hours...</title><content type='html'>and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you Hotlink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4722121748606418324?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4722121748606418324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4722121748606418324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4722121748606418324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4722121748606418324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/38-hours.html' title='38 hours...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1769651131560597893</id><published>2009-03-29T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:40:36.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the long overdue &amp; the good and the bad</title><content type='html'>so since i'm uber bored on a slow sunday evening (AWESOME!! I LOVE BEING BORED ON A SUNDAY!...no honestly. i'm serious.), i shall update on the long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Slasher @ HeadQuatrs, Jaya 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318567251704028274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9YvIfYHHI/AAAAAAAACns/OZ51SrIl2BQ/s320/P3130668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; seanseantan &amp;amp; px&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318567256340638562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9YvZw1K2I/AAAAAAAACn0/zV_B2kJXJqg/s320/P3130675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;budakevan-who-stole-my-stress-ball &amp;amp; px&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318567257603809474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9Yved_oMI/AAAAAAAACn8/Kgl4SmHJ5HQ/s320/P3130688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;jackie ze traffic, NINA!!! omg i love you. and i'll miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318569443174184434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9ausWk9fI/AAAAAAAACpU/1ID4kBH1MS8/s320/P3140774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;werns. sean loves you. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318567261116924786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9Yvrjlg3I/AAAAAAAACoE/OwW5KqqdJF0/s320/P3130692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ahpek, seans, px&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318567261790308642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9YvuEIiSI/AAAAAAAACoM/Ddq-5qc7aBY/s320/P3130706.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; he's most probably the most hamsap woman i'll ever meet. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318568188364835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9Zlp0tyMI/AAAAAAAACo0/BlNkSngWSG0/s320/P3130712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318568184645440898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9Zlb98VYI/AAAAAAAACoc/F_5uVlZEudE/s320/P3130732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mooky, ivan, me no i'm fine, sean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318569438571953698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9aubNUfiI/AAAAAAAACo8/OXVNzcK7VgI/s320/P3130751.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; sean, she-who's-refused-to-be-named-by-px, ahpek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318569446079326850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9au3LN6oI/AAAAAAAACpc/YGQ8BUsAvlk/s320/P3140772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;vic aka zeboss, lin aka very goth, big head px&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318569442237881490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9auo3WHJI/AAAAAAAACpM/caHNkkjxAgM/s320/P3140801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;obviously we're sober. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318569441403531634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9aulwa8XI/AAAAAAAACpE/R16Redjh-rk/s320/P3130697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;obviously he's sober as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318568180914620930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9ZlOEcigI/AAAAAAAACoU/SRAVXg-IMXQ/s320/P3130741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;tadaaa!! semua orang old and new, staying and leaving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;movies over the weekend are generally enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SLUMDOG was freaking awesome. i agree. even if i could almost smell the dirt and poverty that was oozing throughout the entire moooobeee...sigh...it was hawt! YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DRAGONBALL was...*KAMEHAMEHA!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*KILL!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*BURN!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they killed justin chatwin's career. /sedey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1769651131560597893?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1769651131560597893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1769651131560597893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1769651131560597893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1769651131560597893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-overdue-good-and-bad.html' title='the long overdue &amp; the good and the bad'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sc9YvIfYHHI/AAAAAAAACns/OZ51SrIl2BQ/s72-c/P3130668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6922814353933971444</id><published>2009-03-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:41:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud</title><content type='html'>so one day the banana came home from work, she decided drown herself with a can of beer cos the frens were clubbing with the 'bf' and she was home partially working. hence...the emo sipped in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden, sumthing stupid (so shallow she doubted why he's still her fren) came up and she promised herself that the weekend is solely for party cos the dumb fren needs more exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost a 1 way communication cos she could only laugh at his words. mayb she was high.&lt;br /&gt;after ONE can of carlsberg. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so beginilah ceritanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please forgive this dumb boy here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was so dumb until i dont know what is barcelona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my khs friend asked me to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like..FOR REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u wanna go to barcelona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, i will book the plane ticket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and kao tim the hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boonheng_87@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know where to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the boy that i thought had the most holy mind on earth, has been contaminated and overpowered...he's just agreed to cross over to the dark side and join the living dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, Heineken, HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;fuck work.&lt;br /&gt;goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6922814353933971444?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6922814353933971444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6922814353933971444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6922814353933971444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6922814353933971444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2505143886296591651</id><published>2009-03-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:50:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gahh</title><content type='html'>self pity sips in when everyone is enjoying bak kut teh and i'm stuck in my cubicle muching raw lotus roots, sweet and sour popiah and an overly done egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst thing of all, the food actually tastes gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2505143886296591651?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2505143886296591651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2505143886296591651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2505143886296591651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2505143886296591651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/gahh.html' title='gahh'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5767874723338965482</id><published>2009-03-25T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:51:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there...that's all</title><content type='html'>it was a plan way before i tendered my letter that i'd blog everyday as a countdown before i finally step out of proximity for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i tot i'd be able to blog infinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupanye salah. it doesn't really matter currently cos workload's still overwhelming. i shall tahans!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to job hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-5767874723338965482?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5767874723338965482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5767874723338965482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5767874723338965482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5767874723338965482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/therethats-all.html' title='there...that&apos;s all'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4641818832262618918</id><published>2009-03-24T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:47:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's final</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws confettis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a feeling i'm gonna regret...at least a little.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing beats the joy of slapping the piece of letter of her face. YES!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss the peeps there as well.&lt;br /&gt;but argh, the star says that something comes to and end today and i'm ahead for something bigger and better. WOOOOOOOT. i trust you. if it's fake i'll get mommy to resign cos they failed me. Hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK friends...you can start calling me again.&lt;br /&gt;i think i can layan now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, i is sads i can't go for Disney Princess on Ice.&lt;br /&gt;it would've been so much better than A Mei. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I WANNA CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;HERRO HERRO!! SAPA MAU?! FRIDAY ONS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** btw, i need to give a 2 months ++ notice. Why ++? cos i was being nice and said yes for her to find sum1 to replace me before i leave. BUT anything more than that, just kiss my bit fat fair arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNITE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4641818832262618918?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4641818832262618918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4641818832262618918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4641818832262618918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4641818832262618918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-final.html' title='it&apos;s final'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5690184971068644868</id><published>2009-03-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:55:19.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the upside is...</title><content type='html'>the oni positive aspect of working for a fucking agency is that u're so pampered by the family the feeling's waaaaaaaaaaay beyond heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-5690184971068644868?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5690184971068644868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5690184971068644868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5690184971068644868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5690184971068644868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-upside-is.html' title='and the upside is...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-107017082923273445</id><published>2009-03-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:07:07.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chip</title><content type='html'>i'm naming the new puppy that i fed chip.&lt;br /&gt;initially cupcake. but then it doesn't look that yummy.&lt;br /&gt;he looks like a chocolate chip therefore...there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office blacked-out.&lt;br /&gt;ahben and i went downstairs and smelt sumthing burning.&lt;br /&gt;do u think it'll burn the whole company down?&lt;br /&gt;tat'll be nice!&lt;br /&gt;janji building is evacuated la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amei concert tmr.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to go on behalf?&lt;br /&gt;i got media pass.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumbody remind me to blog on the HeadQuarters party please. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-107017082923273445?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/107017082923273445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=107017082923273445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/107017082923273445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/107017082923273445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/chip.html' title='chip'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4829684531584493564</id><published>2009-03-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:31:54.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was nice of me...</title><content type='html'>i fed a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;it's an ugly pariah with heavy drooping lids, scattered uneven brown spots and weak legs,&lt;br /&gt;but its eyes told me that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to pamper him a bit and gave him all the bones, leftover from my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 pork ribs for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a break off work at 730am.&lt;br /&gt;came home, had a nap and returned to work at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;it's now 12am, and i jst had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's feckless meet with the biggest douche of the galaxy starts at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start panicking on behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a random post.&lt;br /&gt;as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will the happier ones come?&lt;br /&gt;i pray to dream of ron ng. he's one fucking hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4829684531584493564?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4829684531584493564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4829684531584493564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4829684531584493564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4829684531584493564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-was-nice-of-me.html' title='that was nice of me...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-9002237844283227867</id><published>2009-03-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:53:10.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erm...what's that again?</title><content type='html'>i had this very idea of what to blog about a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the page completed it's process of searching and loading and displaying and getting all done and setup for me to start typing, it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was i trying to say...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes the idea of going thru stacks of fucked up photostated notes during uni scrutinizing all details with a cup of noni tea, highlighter and rachel ray running on tv the very day before my finals is wayyyy more exciting compared to what i'm going thru now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the brain almost failing on me, lids arduously fighting to stay apart and ruffled hair, still being at work makes me realize that the level of profanity that i can peak is amazing. i'm just trying to keep it really low. it's like i'm in a parallel dimension. it would really interest me to let it all out to the imbecile who has gone home, wrapped cozily in the arms of her loved ones and floating deep into slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u wait...u just wait. GAHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever thinks that studying sux, come over here. px's dry hands have healed completely to give u that jumping kamehameha slap. and i'm giving you another chance to reconsider that statement before i execute a more massive stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creative director is playing feng tau songs.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;with the state of my mind right now, it blends in perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;px signing off ~&lt;br /&gt;4.51am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-9002237844283227867?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9002237844283227867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=9002237844283227867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9002237844283227867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9002237844283227867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/ermwhats-that-again.html' title='erm...what&apos;s that again?'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-193930091732835761</id><published>2009-03-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:34:12.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the voting...continues</title><content type='html'>yeah i'm super hardsell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm a pro blogger, i'll be exploiting it to make my readers help me win bucket loads of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...the niece, has grown profoundly into a squeaking dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, we've come to the fact that we can't hide her behind caves anymore. she's gonna be exposed. Lo and Behold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313776385593956786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sb5TeBcv2bI/AAAAAAAACnk/qyLOr8S7sTI/s320/DSC_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt; oh sorry that's not the link. Click &lt;a href="http://www.mumcentremalaysia.com/index.php?option=com_rsgallery2&amp;amp;Itemid=&amp;amp;page=vote&amp;amp;catid=2762&amp;amp;picid="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to vote. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you were wondering, she's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEE VING ANNE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and she's sitting next to a bear...mouth obviously open cos she's perpetually laughing and roaring. it runs in the family u see. ok enuff reading d!! go vote la!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arigatou gozaimasu!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-193930091732835761?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/193930091732835761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=193930091732835761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/193930091732835761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/193930091732835761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-votingcontinues.html' title='and the voting...continues'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/Sb5TeBcv2bI/AAAAAAAACnk/qyLOr8S7sTI/s72-c/DSC_0304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3347765031388488830</id><published>2009-03-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:09:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;'the moment you post the pictures u kehilangan satu kawan sejati'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u actually think that's gonna stop me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u thank god that facebook failed therefore the pictures were not loaded!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess it's a reward for your sin-less hours. WAAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dun hate me. i love the pictures i'm printing them out and plastering them on my walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874678167817458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQEYa7PTPI/AAAAAAAACmk/fzGs-Syf0mE/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;snickers would be so proud. *sniff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310875284825442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQE7u5sB2I/AAAAAAAACms/Dl3z5cEV-SA/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i luv u too babi. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310875666569000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQFR9AcdEI/AAAAAAAACm0/oUei0jEqmsM/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1/4 of babi's face = 1 thumbee's head&lt;br /&gt;mayb = 1/8 px's forehead. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;but there are the nice shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876125717537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQFsrd_JEI/AAAAAAAACm8/3ikpiJHdYow/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876287050144914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQF2EerXJI/AAAAAAAACnE/HfhDoDFEeGg/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyone noticed my huge ass boobies from this angle? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and then...our friendship ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310877754453603810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQHLe-7NeI/AAAAAAAACnU/NhkQbi1oO1k/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mortified position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310878062055013858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQHdY40PeI/AAAAAAAACnc/DAXqv9lEcIY/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mou diu position&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876482977729250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQGBeXdCuI/AAAAAAAACnM/p24F3r0YUWg/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;stuck-kao-in-the-middle position&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;end of story telling sesi. back to New Moon that i shamelessly admit i'm currently reading and Body of Lies. YES!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's monday. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3347765031388488830?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3347765031388488830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3347765031388488830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3347765031388488830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3347765031388488830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbQEYa7PTPI/AAAAAAAACmk/fzGs-Syf0mE/s72-c/5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-9180181055859275491</id><published>2009-03-07T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:16:38.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>check your fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbKpsv0uxwI/AAAAAAAACmc/la9MIlsoHWQ/s1600-h/111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310493496840210178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbKpsv0uxwI/AAAAAAAACmc/la9MIlsoHWQ/s320/111.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i'm not obliged to actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither did he ask me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT then we is family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think he deserves it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my/advert/flycampaign/flycampaign_kwanjoel.asp"&gt;SO VOTE!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vote d?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;refresh it. and vote again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again. and again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i say again? no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and forget about the other videos. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;refresh the page as often as u do to ur facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;win d i try to get him pay me 0.1%. and mayb i'll buy all of u that's voted a new mouse, to extend my deepest gratitudes on behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agree big boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-9180181055859275491?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9180181055859275491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=9180181055859275491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9180181055859275491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9180181055859275491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-your-fly.html' title='check your fly'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbKpsv0uxwI/AAAAAAAACmc/la9MIlsoHWQ/s72-c/111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2632819014017051393</id><published>2009-03-05T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:05:20.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak berguna pun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbARRsYSySI/AAAAAAAACmM/7HuUlN2ukog/s1600-h/Stresbal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309762956338317602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbARRsYSySI/AAAAAAAACmM/7HuUlN2ukog/s320/Stresbal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;star stressball...&lt;br /&gt;heart shape kena curi evan low.&lt;br /&gt;picit picit bila rasa tertekan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763668169579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbAR7IKF2uI/AAAAAAAACmU/NjhY_bqRW2M/s320/PX-0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;swear it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;look at my stray dog eyes and phat phase. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nak tido. tapi baru makan malam.&lt;br /&gt;cam mana? &lt;p align="left"&gt;~sign off~&lt;br /&gt;2.03am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2632819014017051393?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2632819014017051393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2632819014017051393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2632819014017051393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2632819014017051393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/tak-berguna-pun.html' title='tak berguna pun'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SbARRsYSySI/AAAAAAAACmM/7HuUlN2ukog/s72-c/Stresbal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4924752806883516747</id><published>2009-03-02T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:55:02.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm updating...</title><content type='html'>just because i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also because my hair's wet and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching vids of Twilight on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like the book. it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was interesting...somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's where you can't stop flipping, holding your lids firmly apart, sacrificing ur invaluable sleep just to know if they pashed or if that sharp teeth, that i wished i had, sank into any skin draining the thick scented blood out of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently not that dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i have a feeling i'd fall head over heels for robert pattinson just because he's a vampire after watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES if you're asking, i berum tengok. cos takde orang teman and takde masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying not to jinx it but i'm heading to chu hai in april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd be stopping at shenzhen...sum place i swore i'd never return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, i'm not only returning to the land itself, i'm even revisiting some of the rotten factories that i'd stopped by 4 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4924752806883516747?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4924752806883516747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4924752806883516747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4924752806883516747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4924752806883516747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-updating.html' title='i&apos;m updating...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-5077390928896037328</id><published>2009-02-23T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:31:48.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you!! love me!</title><content type='html'>Leong Pei Xzan needs a dose of her friends. &lt;br /&gt;Just to pamper her and tell her that she is loved…which the natnat is already trying hard to do. XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of bed on a Sunday morning thinking I was late to work. Tripped over my phone charger, stepped on the box of strawberries where I accidentally laid on the floor after falling asleep unknowingly, and dashed out wondering why the parents nvr woke me knowing that I gotta work on a perfect peaceful Sunday. Maybe they were still mad at the unwashed bowls. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No it didn’t look right. It’s dark. Oh, what? Is it gonna rain? Cos if it is, it’ll be awesome. Sunday afternoon, can’t sleep, raining and gotta fucking work. Great!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wait…No it’s not…it’s not only dark. It’s quiet. Wait wait wait…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my bed, lifted my phone pretty darn close to my involuntarily opened eye, searched for the time and…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh…4.32am. -.-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Switched the lights that were nvr turned off previously, cos obviously I’d nvr planned to sleep while eating strawberries. Fell back asleep in…wat’s shorter than a micro mini second?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bringing the randomness outa me again, there is a really cute pharmacist at the gardens, beside CIMB. He sold me difflam. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows him please give him my number.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-5077390928896037328?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5077390928896037328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=5077390928896037328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5077390928896037328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/5077390928896037328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/leong-pei-xzan-needs-dose-of-her.html' title='hey you!! love me!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7269027592252462393</id><published>2009-02-19T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:32:22.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then she landed...</title><content type='html'>while waiting for my digestive system to perform it's own task after yet another awefully late dinner, my mind has reached an agreement with my fingers that, yeah my blog needs a proper update...not tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have nothing much to say. the only seemingly interesting thing that has happened to me within the past week was, me, slipping off the bothersome slope down blady old uoa, ending on both my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND being BORN with swollen ego, i raised to both my feet ensuring no1 saw...in a FLASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok confirm no one saw*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no one right*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*damn it hurts*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sat down again to give my poor weak knees a little massage before moving on. can cry okay. thank god really no1 saw. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while walking back to my car, i thanked my own quick reflex to react by pushing my body forth instead of falling back on my ass. i do believe that if i were to be nourished from young, i could've made a summersault, flying kick to the east and landing safely on my feet or foot maybe. depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...no one would've seen that award winning choreography anyway so...it shall remain to be one of those random thoughts of mine...yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok digestion almost there. *tick*...hair dry. *tick*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7269027592252462393?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7269027592252462393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7269027592252462393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7269027592252462393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7269027592252462393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-then-she-landed.html' title='and then she landed...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6222974714273786878</id><published>2009-02-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:18:31.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up on the Good Times!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Too Good To be True...&lt;/div&gt;was what the manager commented about me when i went for the interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ptah! &lt;/div&gt;waste my time. go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag 9 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;/div&gt;5. What A is...it's left unknown. Just fill whatever you feel is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, no.5 is added by me. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm only using my English songs cos...the chinese characters @*&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;$@()#)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY?" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Prettiest Thing &lt;/span&gt;~ Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:I'm sweet...you could stink but i'll say that. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melody of You &lt;/span&gt;~ Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moon River &lt;/span&gt;~ Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:BORING and COLORLESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outta My Head &lt;/span&gt;~ Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Fuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/span&gt; ~ Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Love me sumbody, Love me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sorta Fairytale&lt;/span&gt; ~ Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Really? you guys do? awww...ok now shut up dun say anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody to Love &lt;/span&gt;~ Anne Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Gosh I'm really pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des que j`te vois &lt;/span&gt;~ Vanessa Paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:See how i failed my maths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieces of Me &lt;/span&gt;~ Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Don't you just LOVE ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday is Exactly the Same&lt;/span&gt; ~ Nine Inch Nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Ok this is getting traumatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Know Why&lt;/span&gt; ~ Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Is it me or are my songs bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologize &lt;/span&gt;~ One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:OK MY SONGS ARE BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Dance &lt;/span&gt;~ Donna Summers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:*BAWLS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling Slowly &lt;/span&gt;~ Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:*bites trembling lips*...HEY I LOVE THAT SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleed it Out&lt;/span&gt; ~ Linkin Park  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Hmm...it's all about blood isn't it? Confirm i have vampire blood. CONFIRM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexyback&lt;/span&gt; ~ JT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing You Were Here Again &lt;/span&gt;~ Emmy Rossum (Phantom of the Opera OST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Can I now stop commenting this is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feelings Show&lt;/span&gt; ~ Colby Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Yes it means the way i treat u...is how i feel. so if i dun look at u...go away.&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Wish Upon a Star &lt;/span&gt;~ Pinocchio OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A: How bad can that be?! Or is the focus supposed to be on Pinocchio? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire &lt;/span&gt;~ Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Cos...it reminds me of Petaling Street? Woi...i dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break So Easy&lt;/span&gt; ~ Jonathan Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; ~ Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:When the world ends? YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once Upon a Dream&lt;/span&gt; ~ Sleeping Beauty OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:But I still want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast &lt;/span&gt;~ OST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG...eh wait...he turned into a prince eventually so...OKAY LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Close&lt;/span&gt; ~ Alan Menken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:COME CLOSER LA! STAND SO FAR FOR WAT?! hmph.../kicks.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let it Snow&lt;/span&gt; ~ Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:Yeah if it's as bad as 'Day after Tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Precious Things&lt;/span&gt; ~ Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:Like...the death of my dog? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;/div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; ~ Buckcherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:...(continued from the top) I QUIT...FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never Give Up on the Good Times &lt;/span&gt;~ Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A:HELL YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you were wondering if the songs were shuffled from a gramophone...no you're wrong. i lull myself to sleep with my ipod. if i shud decide to switch the tv off hence the old, boring, slow, unheard of and disney songs.&lt;br /&gt;cos they dun scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. i'm gonna do all the tags i c and tag everyone i know.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Varentine's Day Eveliwan!&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/11938052-6222974714273786878?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6222974714273786878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6222974714273786878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6222974714273786878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6222974714273786878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Never Give Up on the Good Times!!!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2202173999984776865</id><published>2009-02-12T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:42:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JORRR...</title><content type='html'>somebody please explain this to me...&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE TRANSFORMERS 2 TRAILER SO DAMN SHORT?!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;more on shia lebeouf cans? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up with a conclusion. lousy movies require longer trailers ie Dragonball. But...i SO WANNA WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, i'm feeling so bad for doing sumthing i'm gonna do tomoro but...but...i totally need a life. i'm losing my frens...and i only manage to catch a glimpse of my loved ones for 5-10 mins occasionally. this is salah...know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) u forget to press on the excelerator while driving on the highway&lt;br /&gt;2) u scroll ze msn up and down, then up and down again...and wonder who u're tying to look for within the long list of your frens that are online&lt;br /&gt;3) the oni thing u tell ur frens when they ask u out is...nola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. i want it. unless sean brings me good news. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digress 2, i drank a shot of wheatgrass today from juiceworks cos i felt i needed the boost. swear i WILL drink it again. the taste still lingers in my mouth though...and it's been 17 hours since i last gulped it down. *wide eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digress 3, got sounding from the daddy today cos i swear too much.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it runs in the office...unless sumthing happens, or else the longer i stay, the more corrupted i am. XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit. it's a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag ten people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real - nothing made up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, read this carefully:If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shud i use L, P or X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : &lt;strong&gt;Leong Pei Xzan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : &lt;strong&gt;Luck&lt;/strong&gt;...yes i have no choice cos my name starts with an L. or else it'll be you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : &lt;strong&gt;Lucas&lt;/strong&gt; Or &lt;strong&gt;Luke&lt;/strong&gt;...ok set my son's going for that&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Laundry? XD...&lt;strong&gt;Linda&lt;/strong&gt;...and no i'm not naming my kid that.&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : &lt;strong&gt;Lawyah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : &lt;strong&gt;Lavender&lt;/strong&gt;...excuse moi its a color shade ok. hmph&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : &lt;strong&gt;Lace-y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : &lt;strong&gt;Lo-yak&lt;/strong&gt;...ipoh punye.&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;strong&gt;Listerine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : &lt;strong&gt;Lan Kwai Fong&lt;/strong&gt;...first name that came up ok not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : &lt;strong&gt;Lao Sai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : &lt;strong&gt;La-Laaaaaaaa!&lt;/strong&gt;...(the boss' intonation)&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : &lt;strong&gt;Long Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Lalat...XD...&lt;strong&gt;Leopard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : &lt;strong&gt;Lee Yen Kee...&lt;/strong&gt;previous name of ze jalan where my house still sits on. thank god they changed it.&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : &lt;strong&gt;Lexus GS Hybrid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : &lt;strong&gt;LIGHT ON&lt;/strong&gt; by DAVID COOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do la if you wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.27am.&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;outz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2202173999984776865?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2202173999984776865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2202173999984776865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2202173999984776865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2202173999984776865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/jorrr.html' title='JORRR...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3835948109689429794</id><published>2009-02-09T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:07:57.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so not fun when...</title><content type='html'>u're alone and the office is dead quiet on a sunny public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;and it's bad for someone whose imagination scampers like a stampede at the utmost improper moments. even worst when it turns out to be all for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year ended up...not so fun either.&lt;br /&gt;the auntie was admitted to the hospital with fluctuating blood pressure that scared the shit out of us. loads of unflattering comments regarding certain next of kins have been spreading like wildfire i just thank god we're not born into a family that sells abalone or mooncake in hong kong or else we'll be featured daily on the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it. it's the 15th today and i'm gonna lou sang until every damn thing turns out right to last for the nxt 200 years. and apparently pigs bring luck to ppl born under the zodiac sign of a TIGER which is yours truly so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAXBnSwZvI/AAAAAAAAClA/-7TK4opFdSg/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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAXBnSwZvI/AAAAAAAAClA/-7TK4opFdSg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300762077910034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have 8 of this in my room. no actually daddy placed them there cos...he thinks my life is bitter. XD&lt;br /&gt;and dengan sedeynye, u know the season is ending when, u walk into the kitchen, u realize that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZATNmbb7NI/AAAAAAAACkw/YwUysTacTxo/s1600-h/3.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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZATNmbb7NI/AAAAAAAACkw/YwUysTacTxo/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300757885789924562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the laat jiu beng is almost gone. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAUt_b8LYI/AAAAAAAACk4/kJaxJaxCmLI/s1600-h/whatevah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAUt_b8LYI/AAAAAAAACk4/kJaxJaxCmLI/s320/whatevah.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300759541770366338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall learn how to make them myself and find an antidote to cure the heaty-ness that follows suit. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, eng yi wen was back for...1 month and i oni met her the day before she left. *sad*. cos i have a bitter life remember? she's not changed and apparently, i've not too so it was all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAZBZZfOeI/AAAAAAAAClI/tScYmDOhLS4/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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAZBZZfOeI/AAAAAAAAClI/tScYmDOhLS4/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300764273203427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just in case you dunno, she's the longest in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;THERE! u know rite? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing to random stuff, ah pek posted about tilt-shift technique and i almost got hexed looking at the effects but decided to try it out and ok...it does screw up the vision &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAa7r6fujI/AAAAAAAAClg/tS13M-ZdSLY/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAa7r6fujI/AAAAAAAAClg/tS13M-ZdSLY/s320/shocked.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300766374117751346" 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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAan3Eij9I/AAAAAAAAClQ/Fc6TSyno5vs/s1600-h/hong-kong-streets.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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAan3Eij9I/AAAAAAAAClQ/Fc6TSyno5vs/s320/hong-kong-streets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300766033515286482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wql thinks that it works.&lt;br /&gt;congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;i guess u're the oni 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAbS9IDclI/AAAAAAAAClo/gU8mbKzHjCs/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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAbS9IDclI/AAAAAAAAClo/gU8mbKzHjCs/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300766773875012178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;obviously i was the one that manipulated her and placed her in that position.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess she likes it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and valentine's coming.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna be my valentine?&lt;br /&gt;no? i burn u then u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAcTRWko6I/AAAAAAAAClw/A7aC05KG3fc/s1600-h/4.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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAcTRWko6I/AAAAAAAAClw/A7aC05KG3fc/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300767878816244642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad. i hid them too well and forgot to use it for the season.&lt;br /&gt;i shall set it all off at 1 go when i know the address to the client's residence.&lt;br /&gt;LOU SANG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3835948109689429794?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3835948109689429794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3835948109689429794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3835948109689429794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3835948109689429794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-so-not-fun-when.html' title='it&apos;s so not fun when...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SZAXBnSwZvI/AAAAAAAAClA/-7TK4opFdSg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4478750578340255804</id><published>2009-02-05T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:10:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read...At Your Own Risk</title><content type='html'>there's one sole reason why we need friends.&lt;br /&gt;cos u're not related by blood, u're not bound together by force, ur grandmother doesn't hold a cane targeted at ur ass with u bending over her thighs telling u to love them cos u're siblings by nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love them.&lt;br /&gt;cos they make me happy when my level of agony is at the utmost intensed state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;i was toking to miss faye here about braces and told her i've actually contemplated getting one.&lt;br /&gt;she made sure her details were gruesome enough for me to picture myself having those metal plates yanking my mouth together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SYrdMIC2E_I/AAAAAAAACko/U9XaLpT_tDU/s1600-h/1111111111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SYrdMIC2E_I/AAAAAAAACko/U9XaLpT_tDU/s320/1111111111.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299291111942394866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulannye, i love my frens.&lt;br /&gt;the following note is copied directly from her blog. i'm leaving the final sentence out thou, cos I DON'T THREATEN PPL U BLADY BITCH!!! I IS NO MORE DOING CHAIN TAGS!!! /BITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;And now is ur turn to write a post about appreciation. Yes, u are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TAGGED&lt;/span&gt; by me. YES, YOU la...the one reading my blog now~ (u know who u r, dont pretend never c this post). The object of appreciation is up to u but must be related to ur appearance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i just read that it must be related to your apperance.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;ok when i'm happy i smile.&lt;br /&gt;when i smile i'm pretty.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*stares at chong fei yin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4478750578340255804?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4478750578340255804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4478750578340255804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4478750578340255804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4478750578340255804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/readat-your-own-risk.html' title='Read...At Your Own Risk'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SYrdMIC2E_I/AAAAAAAACko/U9XaLpT_tDU/s72-c/1111111111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-890639784832510947</id><published>2009-02-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:33:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>je suis misérable</title><content type='html'>when i mentioned i mite plunge into a state of depression a week + ago, THIS is the exact where moment the description was directed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so bad i'm fiddling with my toes (clean wan okay i just mandi) while churning for things to write cos i've been neglecting my blog and...i have no idea wat i wanna say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year's good despite being slightly woozy and lethargic during the first few days due to overworking of the old system from clubbing and shopping too much in a day...and that led to a depreciation of appetite so i did not gain so much i guess over the season. which also means, i will now, cos there are loads of leftovers as i'm the oni bandaraya that will whack them usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i was mentally stressed that i had only 2 new outfits to last throughout cny. distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh...my palms are peeling so badly it's like i've tattoed 3d white scattered islands on the globe. and i can't stop my other hand from yanking them out and in process hurting it a little. i is sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-890639784832510947?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/890639784832510947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=890639784832510947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/890639784832510947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/890639784832510947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/je-suis-miserable.html' title='je suis misérable'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1597111485145738917</id><published>2009-01-22T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:38:23.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert your happy word*</title><content type='html'>because any vibrant, sparkling or merry word would describe my current sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I IS HAPPY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hols have officially started and i'm already starting to worry about the monday after next. do you think i'd just plunge into a serious state of depression? who wouldn't anyway? so i shall worry about that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody hold each others hands! pray that the week passes slower...real slow ok? OK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being a part of the pet society is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like tomyam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they'd never think a couple combinations could have sent Bubble straight to thegutterpost and made her the star right after edison chen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294187017372226082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXi7CuD00iI/AAAAAAAAChA/_FruNSXH0YA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how salami could've ruined Bubble's image?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so loving this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a stress free year ahead! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1597111485145738917?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1597111485145738917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1597111485145738917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1597111485145738917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1597111485145738917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-any-vibrant-sparkling-or-merry.html' title='*insert your happy word*'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXi7CuD00iI/AAAAAAAAChA/_FruNSXH0YA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1851710927942353310</id><published>2009-01-19T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:23:49.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one, toot, tweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;fot, fai, sik, seh-weng, egg, naing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TWENTY-TWEET!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry but it's late i need to work so i shall skip the numbers. you is old and u know how many numbers i'd have to go thru to reach ur age. LOL!!!!!!!...just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, the weekend was power cos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) i lou-sanged (yes it becomes my staple diet during this season. very important.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) it has to be one of those planned parties that gave me the most sense of accomplishment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) i made sum1 cry. THE HILARITY!! *smiles with glee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293050087277861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXSxAraMGeI/AAAAAAAACg4/rK7Ocs3ijlY/s320/n669055842_1760142_8699.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;SEEEEEEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the story began with a gal with racing, enthusiastic blood pulsing in her veins, asking her kawan baik what she wanted to do for her bday. and with much disgust, she was slammed in the face with a monotonous...&lt;strong&gt;'dunno...malas'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party planners dun take that for an answer so...ok la! i pran. and u face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the worst week of my life wondering occasionally how miserable kawan baik must have felt when no1 initiated to party with her (after she began to realize her bday was drawing near) and her invitation for a posh nite out even got declined, for sum other unknown 'pre-planned event' that garnered my interest instead. i wanted to make it more exciting by asking...'WHY MAKAN?' when she proposed the idea but i couldn't bring myself to do so. why be kind hearted.&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there were minor hiccups but the tears were PRICELESS LA SAYANG! PRICELESS!!! worth all those sleepless nights and money spent on phone *&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;* calls *&lt;em&gt;cough&lt;/em&gt;*. next year we makan baik sikit okay. u act surprised la since i've already mentioned it here. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how last year's post was really cheesy &lt;a href="http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-light-of-eternity.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. dun wan k this time. dun suit my hairstle to go that mushy. XD. so i shall sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Low Yinng Yinng&lt;/strong&gt;. Remember you have been demanded to keep my birthday message for 1 year until the nxt one i send. even if you change your phone. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049123932064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXSwImqpyrI/AAAAAAAACgw/NeKvazIe2gw/s320/n669055842_1760231_5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you love me. just keep it low ok. nanti orang jeres. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1851710927942353310?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1851710927942353310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1851710927942353310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1851710927942353310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1851710927942353310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-toot-tweet.html' title='one, toot, tweet...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXSxAraMGeI/AAAAAAAACg4/rK7Ocs3ijlY/s72-c/n669055842_1760142_8699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-2554180974501442635</id><published>2009-01-16T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:42:01.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh...where?</title><content type='html'>have you ever heard of the superficial symmetry of a human's mind that allows us to differentiate between left and right? open and close? &lt;&gt;? clockwise and anti-clockwise and etc? well, to be honest, i think my brain's everything but symmetric but i'm quite proud to say that i can at least significantly tell the differences of the above mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok natnat, u can save commenting this post because I CONFESS! when i was still bearing the ugly L on the windsreen of my car, instructions to put the left signals always ended up going --&gt; and right signals &lt;--. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-`...calm down, calm down everyone. it's all fine now. got that fixed. i'm just road blind now thats all. my only problem is, i have trouble differentiating:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291970243841887090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXDa5hIiC3I/AAAAAAAACgg/YvUcgMm7QiM/s320/toilet_sign_lead_203x152.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;u know how mumble's dad (from happy feet) dropped him when he was an egg and he grew up with a severe disability? mommy said i was wrongfully neglected by her and my head was found trapped in btween 2 cushions as a baby. i do believe i whacked sumthing and it affected the growth of a small portion of my brain to differentiate the icon btween a male and a female. ONLY ICONS OKAY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mayb they shud add a dick there. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i accidentally walked right into the male lavatory, twice. and no, stop laffing i DID NOT do it on purpose. as much as i wanted to, i do not like the idea of a bangla cleaner chasing after me with a mop. so...i'm pleading u all out there, to please teman me to the toilet the next time we have an outing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't you see how my randomness is getting to such an ultimate level? it's 3.25am, i'm just done with work and am waiting for the 2 chicken wings and remaining famous amos crumbs to digest before i hit the sack and sleep until the sun sets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to a certain someone, i truely hope that you will forgive me for my apathetic behaviour. no one will ever understand how bitter i felt for throwing such words to you. your fate will change when the clock strikes the exact hour and you shall read this message thanking me for all i've tried to do. *jiggles eyesbrows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i is laps u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-2554180974501442635?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2554180974501442635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=2554180974501442635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2554180974501442635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/2554180974501442635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohwhere.html' title='oh...where?'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SXDa5hIiC3I/AAAAAAAACgg/YvUcgMm7QiM/s72-c/toilet_sign_lead_203x152.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-8016618921430572106</id><published>2009-01-14T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:26:30.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna know how random i can go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;have i mentioned before that i have an insuppressible love for leonardo dicarprio? my room walls were plastered from the roof downwards with his huge ass ugly italian-ised face. i have books and books of his paper cuttings and pictures that i find everywhere and anywhere (yeah maybe even from the dirty school grounds), i've watched 16 out of his 20++ movies/series, i can still remember his jack dawson dialogues and i'm so not ashamed to announce that, i think he's one of god's greatest gifts around...despite being fat, crude and...and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you see...i just can't seem to name his flaws. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;althou i kinda dislike the fact that he's grown so much greasy substance aka FAT LIKE FUCK over the years but his new movies are constantly playing on hbo &amp;amp; starmovies it's difficult not to turn on the tv at anytime of the day and not see him running around swearing or drawing a naked Rose, drowning in the fact that...fuck he rox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I JUST WANNA RANDOMLY DECLARE THAT MY LOVE FOR LEONARDO DICAPRIO IS STILL BURNING UNCONTROLLABLY LIKE WILD FIRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;did you read everything up there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank you so much cos i've nothing to do as mommy's preparing chicken for dinner and i'm too lazy to bathe. so i decided to blog and increase my ratings in &lt;a href="http://www.alexa.com/"&gt;Alexa&lt;/a&gt;. XD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gotta go. gonna munch on my famous anus and watch blood diamond...and if u're bored, irritate urself with the picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291135538007788818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SW3jvPlmTRI/AAAAAAAACgY/DLNAPdG3N1A/s320/7300484_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;awwww...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-8016618921430572106?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8016618921430572106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=8016618921430572106' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8016618921430572106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/8016618921430572106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanna-know-how-random-i-can-go.html' title='wanna know how random i can go?'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SW3jvPlmTRI/AAAAAAAACgY/DLNAPdG3N1A/s72-c/7300484_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-997145017502211702</id><published>2009-01-11T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:50:50.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it took a year...</title><content type='html'>it was approximately &lt;a href="http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html/"&gt;a year ago&lt;/a&gt; where i had little nightmares of accidentally cutting my hair so short i'd freak myself out and fall outta bed. it took me 1 freaking year to be mentally and physically prepared to chop it off, despite receiving 90% negative feedback later. XD.  well people, it was an auspicious day to head to the salon and the catch was really inviting so..let's see how true it is. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been aweful everysince the new year typically on sundays, where id' have to sit and fret that the sun's setting, and suddenly it's time for bed, and another brand new week which means 5 fucking days in the office starts all over again. there's no excitement, there's no challenge and there's nothing to look forward to...besides lunch...and sumtimes meeting up with the ex-colleague (yes sean u...XD). oh and not to forget also, the bestEST time arrives when the clock strikes 7/8pm daily where i officially get to switch the damn sloth that sits on my table and drive home...sumtimes later than that, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hormones' been acting up.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for CNY...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna see the faces of my family and friends more...not sum chicken that shoves their asses into ur face when they can't clean up their own poo.&lt;br /&gt;the divider is definitely not high enuff to filter someone's atrociousness.&lt;br /&gt;and it will never will no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, can i take leave on monday for golden globes?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AND I APPLIED FOR MY FIRST EVER LEAVE!!! RAWRR!! i have 1 week for myself and my yue saang, kuih kapits, shandy, rum, pineapple tarts, chilli chips, chick floss, kepingan ayam bakar, crazy family members, screaming, gambling sessions, lousy cny movies, calories and even more calories. YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;this thought, totally made my day. AHHH!! so any plans to shed the buggers off shall only be commencing after the...*starts counting*...10th february. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG TITANIC ON TV...&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to watch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-997145017502211702?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/997145017502211702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=997145017502211702' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/997145017502211702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/997145017502211702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-took-year.html' title='it took a year...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7669212786128068033</id><published>2009-01-08T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:32:39.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is reassuring...-.-</title><content type='html'>Wanna know if you should quit ur job OR wasted ur parents' hard earn money going thru the arduous years studying engineering when you're actually more suited to be a chef? Take this &lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.co.uk/cgi-bin/uk_work/tests/career.pl/"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt; and find out. WARNING: It's pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would most enjoy a career that allows you to meet new people. You would also be happiest in a career that allows you to be free and flexible, and allows you to be extremely creative. Some careers that would be perfect for you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stockbroker&lt;br /&gt;Secretary&lt;br /&gt;Receptionist&lt;br /&gt;Director&lt;br /&gt;Recruitment Consultant&lt;br /&gt;Politician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Human Resources Manager&lt;br /&gt;Religious Minister&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advertising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultant&lt;br /&gt;Financial Adviser&lt;br /&gt;Financial Planner&lt;br /&gt;GP&lt;br /&gt;Physical Therapy&lt;br /&gt;Occupational Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Estate Agent&lt;br /&gt;Travel Agent&lt;br /&gt;Restauranteur&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Manager&lt;br /&gt;Events Organiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great leader. You genuinely enjoy being around other people. Your relationships with others are very important to you. You love talking and meeting new people. You are very enthusiastic about work and about all that you do and have in your life. You love being the focus of attention. You enjoy a fast pace. You are very socially oriented. Therefore, you are much happier being with others than you are alone. You crave interaction with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very spontaneous and often act before you think. You are always quick to answer when you are asked a question, even if you aren't sure of the answer. It is easier for you to improvise as you go along. You enjoy thinking out loud, and are most creative when brainstorming with friends or colleagues. You enjoy being involved in many activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very easy to read, and often wear your heart on your sleeve. You are never afraid to tell people what you think. You are very empathetic and genuine. You can sometimes be seen as over-emotional or too involved by others. But that is only because you tend to get so involved in the things you do that they become personal. You want to be adored, loved and appreciated. You like to please others and to make sure people are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust your gut instincts. You are easily inspired and trust that inspiration. You are very innovative. You analyse things by looking at the big picture. You are concerned about how what you do affects others. You worry about your actions and the future. You tend to use a lot of metaphors and are very descriptive and colourful in your choice of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very creative, and get bored easily if you don't get to express yourself. You like to learn new things. You don't like the same old routine. You like to leave your options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stuck in my line.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7669212786128068033?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7669212786128068033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7669212786128068033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7669212786128068033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7669212786128068033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-reassuring.html' title='this is reassuring...-.-'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-847164304779927451</id><published>2009-01-06T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:46:44.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread her, Hero, Spread her!!!</title><content type='html'>ok this is incredibly obscene but oh well, thats what we all are ain't we? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288203053996110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SWN4qNWS8PI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Fj5Ds5kMEIw/s320/drew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'll always remember how you scarred ur ass. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dun cry okay. always remember we'll be here to highjack ur plane when you're captain...so you can cry then. and dun think of changing ur name to sumthing more glamor cos we'll know it's you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;becareful with the multiplications of the &lt;strong&gt;ming li jr&lt;/strong&gt;. as warned k. will miss you. so dun runaway too long. dah lupa tak tau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BIG BIG HUGZ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s- we'll take good care of nigga. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-847164304779927451?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/847164304779927451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=847164304779927451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/847164304779927451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/847164304779927451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/spread-her-hero-spread-her.html' title='Spread her, Hero, Spread her!!!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SWN4qNWS8PI/AAAAAAAACgQ/Fj5Ds5kMEIw/s72-c/drew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3694650279414859318</id><published>2009-01-02T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:56:49.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello two thousand nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i thought it was about to end in a mess...&lt;br /&gt;ok it did...but it was a blissful mess. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you all did pay attention to all the facebook and shoutouts and previous posts, u'd all know how desperate i was to have a adventurous, exotic and smashin' party while bidding our last goodbyes to 2008. and its either the party poopers have all died out in everyone OR...we were all just plain lazy. i was really hoping we could drive to PD and reach the beach right smack at 12, jump off the car, pop a can of beer and scream out to the dark splashing beach. FAIL. we all ended up at my long UNinhabited apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was warned that it's terribly filthy there mite b cobwebs hanging off the roof, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; legs mite be stuck to the ground from the muck and a swarm of bats could emerge. so yinng, faye and the bf decided to head there for a little clean WHILE I...being the bitch, had my new year's dinner with ze family @ equatorial. no pictures. forgot. too attached to the chocolate fondue and stuffed turkey. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we missed the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;thanx to intelligent beings that decided to fiddle with the remote control despite harsh warnings. turned back, fireworks were up in the air, crowd was cheering and we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk...oh and apparently the time zone for tv2 and tv3 is different. fail. FAIL!!&lt;br /&gt;we had our own little countdown...and we proudly sang the national anthem...(am i gonna get a datukship for mentioning this? XD)...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SV5-z5yo8XI/AAAAAAAACgI/7K_IQWC9bSI/s1600-h/P1010321.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/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SV5-z5yo8XI/AAAAAAAACgI/7K_IQWC9bSI/s320/P1010321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286802442731188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more pictures...erm...&lt;br /&gt;go facebook. and tag urselfs. i malas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now gonna...do nothing so that time passes slower before the weekdays begin and marks the end of all holidays. *emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentle reminder to the peanut. WORK STARTS AT 9.45am EVERY MONDAY. LATE COMERS WILL BE FINED RM50. someone wind the alarm clock please. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3694650279414859318?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3694650279414859318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3694650279414859318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3694650279414859318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3694650279414859318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-two-thousand-nine.html' title='hello two thousand nine'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SV5-z5yo8XI/AAAAAAAACgI/7K_IQWC9bSI/s72-c/P1010321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7629153120170898916</id><published>2008-12-29T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:08:00.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to a better year...cheers</title><content type='html'>the year's drawing so much to an end and it made me wonder what a year 2008 has been to me. of course i've had my share of miserable moments but the traces of memories that flashes past my heedless mind puts a smile to my fatface and makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm ready for the new year. *pops confettis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the heartwarming memories&lt;/strong&gt; *raises glass*; (i'm such an alcoholic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've finally learnt to accept the fact that my university life has come to an end after 4 pleasant years lazing my way thru with 2 handful and more of my mates that will contain a part of my heart for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i fulfilled my dreams and became a mermaid in the deep waters of tioman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i finally went to bangkok to prove the others right that u can actually return to tanah melayu with a new fashion-filled luggage bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've abandoned my SLK for my sleak myvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i had a brief interaction with clayton cheung. LALALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i embraced a new member to the family...and got occasionally harassed from then on&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i harassed? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i received my first ever payslip (intern tak kira)...had an arduous time as a rookie and decided to stay put to fight on despite another really impressive offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i lost buckets of tears sending the once baby of the family to another realm of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i was admitted to the hospital for viral fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok apparently the last quarter didn't seem too promising but they don't appear to bother me so it shall just stay on the list as a solid reminder to the peanut that life's not gonna be as easy but we'll come thru it. *raises glass again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;May it be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;CHEEERRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-7629153120170898916?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7629153120170898916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7629153120170898916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7629153120170898916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7629153120170898916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-better-yearcheers.html' title='to a better year...cheers'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-1223425809211550019</id><published>2008-12-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:47:35.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing track</title><content type='html'>of the dates.&lt;br /&gt;COS IT'S HOREEDAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok it's sunday but oh well it's been sunday since the past few days and i'm njoying the savor of it. and i haven't been sleeping in just in case you were wondering. made full use! POW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;i was in seremban for a night.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...all the way and back. just for that few teeny weeny hours.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was uber late and reached there like what...9?!&lt;br /&gt;to miraculously find out that i left my green christmasy top at home, lying pathetically well ironed (no i flattened it with a stack of clothes actually) on my chair.&lt;br /&gt;so i wore my swim suit...and wearing swimsuits DO NOT WORK out of kl.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565231858763602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaMFF1SR1I/AAAAAAAACeg/ltRGDqv8KKc/s320/DSC-1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stink i know.&lt;br /&gt;my hair's aweful...i took 15 mins to freshen up aka BATHE AND MAKEUP hence...the horrendous overall appearance...*silence*...can i cry? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall skip the dinning part. their onion soup rox thou...i had 3 bowls WOOT. had alco sent back to the room so that we could complete the countdown ritual. HOTNESS! we just screamed...and played cards. i think i lost rm3. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284567465705752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaOHHj6SKI/AAAAAAAACeo/BSuzGsX26no/s320/PC250246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shared my bed with pinkie pie (no i did not name her that it was written on her ID...and yes i brought her along for the trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we swam the next morning. i repeat - MORNING. sacrificing the holy sleep for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568034532409282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaOoOmwP8I/AAAAAAAACew/Ujxm5nhJJ68/s320/DSC-1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all worth while. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm approximately 3.2 tones darker...and the sun was barely peeking thru the silver clouds. EVERYONE GO GREEN!! SAVE THE WORLD. anyway, left late afternoon for sum to-die-for crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568747442735042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaPRuZ0h8I/AAAAAAAACe4/iSoeTARgKeA/s320/PC250255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;dry those saliva. WE SHALL GO AGAIN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569941385181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaQXOL4eyI/AAAAAAAACfA/MUxvoeB690M/s320/DSC-1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm so kewl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284570534449301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaQ5vhYyRI/AAAAAAAACfI/UEZweDHRbqM/s320/3ipman00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ip Man is so good, i'm buying everyone tickets to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just kidding. XD. go buy and witness urself saying...'OMFG PX IS RITE! LETS WATCH AGAIN' the moment the credits appear. and i'm convincing sum1 to lemme 'teman' watch the third time. WOOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284571982345790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaSOBWz4jI/AAAAAAAACfY/IhE3LQpiWtA/s320/PC240236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hello honey. stress face from swimming too much. XD &lt;p&gt;i'd be blogging more but before that, ANYONE WITH PLANS FOR NEW YEAR?!?!?! call me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-1223425809211550019?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1223425809211550019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=1223425809211550019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1223425809211550019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/1223425809211550019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/losing-track.html' title='losing track'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVaMFF1SR1I/AAAAAAAACeg/ltRGDqv8KKc/s72-c/DSC-1569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3154916287290468722</id><published>2008-12-23T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:01:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seramat Hari Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;the peanut and family is reaving to allson kelana resort after umteen years!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg i is so happy i feel lke a jakun. *jumps in squares*&lt;br /&gt;i love that place...cos it has the bestest high tea and they chose me as the winner of an art competition. i swear i did not throw any spells. i just won.&lt;br /&gt;ok i came in second but...who cares. i just wanna brag. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays begin in...approximately...&lt;br /&gt;erm wait need sum counting...&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;wait could it be? omg i can't believe it...IT IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;15-16 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn long. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which alternately means that i'll be work, clients and jr free for the nxt few days!! WHOO HOO!!&lt;br /&gt;*prances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my very neglected swimsuit comes into good hands...very very good hands.&lt;br /&gt;shud i get a ducky float? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Christmas everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all that will be partying without me, dun do anything too adventurous okay? WAITS FOR MEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283030245764254930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVEYBJBsTNI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AXukfOPEH4g/s320/DSC_1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 1st Christmas Chubby! *wet smooch*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3154916287290468722?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3154916287290468722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3154916287290468722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3154916287290468722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3154916287290468722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/seramat-hari-natal.html' title='Seramat Hari Natal'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SVEYBJBsTNI/AAAAAAAACeQ/AXukfOPEH4g/s72-c/DSC_1434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3378987695096614251</id><published>2008-12-22T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:08:26.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the power you had drove me right into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the promises you made had me lust like a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i struggled and wretched; you had my mind pierced through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could've turned my back but...i convinced myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too soon darling, too soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then i saw a glimpse of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that thrusted me to an augmented height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it lifted the sorrows and restored the smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see the future, i do...hopefully down infinite miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now we shall travel the winding roads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hand in hand until the love within unfolds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy 3rd month anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just gip me the fucking confirmation letter, will you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oh! my increment! /smack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you were wondering what the glimpse of light is, i think its the olympus fe-20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah im cheapskate. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 more days till christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG COME FASTER CAN OR NOT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282661307374330050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SU_IeGa_YMI/AAAAAAAACeI/CFr6OFhbfzw/s320/PC210216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hello koala anne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3378987695096614251?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3378987695096614251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3378987695096614251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3378987695096614251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3378987695096614251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SU_IeGa_YMI/AAAAAAAACeI/CFr6OFhbfzw/s72-c/PC210216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-4080820780536238193</id><published>2008-12-19T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:09:39.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello asian</title><content type='html'>BLISSSSS is how i describe my friday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it usually ends with me falling asleep 1/2way thru a new dvd of the week but...apparently i left them in the car and was left with no choice but to watch watever was running on the tv. so i fiddled thru the channels and WooooT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281774782573692354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUyiLkLrxcI/AAAAAAAACd4/iw0sAbCthhw/s320/THE%2520NAMESAKE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;looks spicy kan?!?!?! kal penn summore! tot it was gonna be hilarious. ended up bawling at a mooviee filled with currrrrry and sarrrrrinda (emphasize on the Rs pls)...and dahj mahalll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it got me thinking...how some of us are already all of it these days. no i don't blame u if ur ma or pa or gramma or grampa said that speaking english and be as angmohfied as possible is better for your blood but...fold that piece of information and tuck it into ur own pocket...and dun bring it down to ur next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've met ppl (erm i seriously wanna name him here but er...he doesn't read my blog so fuck it) that thinks that he's pure super power just because he gets to pronounce the word GATTACA in a twisted manner IE ge-tey-ca...which ironically, i found out later that he's totally wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'ello? malaysia? speak...human. thank you'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes i hold grudges. bite me! but i dun like being corrected in certain ways, especially by such a dufus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, dun interrupt first. i'm not applying this to everyone. i'm just saying this cos it triggered my thoughts on how some people can despise the language when they dun even understand shit about it. lemme tell you this, it's a special aptitude to be able to express urself in alternative ways. i picked up mandarin during uni and i've gained more than u can ever measure. so before you start degrading other people because they shove in their LAs and MAs and cibaikias into their sentences, start thinking about what u've lost...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like...Kungfu Panda in cantonese. /slap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wished i could shoot this piece right smack into his face. but when he's not so annoying he can be pretty charming. sigh...after all, 1/2 of the blood that runs in our veins do match genetically. i shall keep keep my mouth shut and fingers working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and no i shall emphasize that i'm not hitting at english speakers. it's just this particular being that irritates the shit outa me...sumtimes. and i also admit that i don't watch taiwanese shows cos i can't stand their accent. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;digressing, I MADE MYSELF A HUGE ASS TONG YUEN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281939005670447330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SU03im5EWOI/AAAAAAAACeA/xVhXqcAwQi4/s320/PC210219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the picture does not do justice. and the yellow ones...are supposed to be corn flavored. maciam telur kan. they taste...like any other rice balls. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm gonna pan fry them tomorrow. they mite be stuck and i'll end up burning everything but...yeah wish me luck. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-4080820780536238193?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4080820780536238193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=4080820780536238193' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4080820780536238193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/4080820780536238193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/buck-up-and-recognize-at-color-of-ur.html' title='hello asian'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUyiLkLrxcI/AAAAAAAACd4/iw0sAbCthhw/s72-c/THE%2520NAMESAKE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-6611830012671864928</id><published>2008-12-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:12:56.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUpltohmdYI/AAAAAAAACdw/dh498hWeNpQ/s1600-h/DavidCook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145347692197250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUpltohmdYI/AAAAAAAACdw/dh498hWeNpQ/s320/DavidCook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*covers mouth to cease myself from losing control*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it should've been on my birthday list. i know la! i'm just slow. but oh well, anyone who wants to slot it into their xmas list for px is free to do so. but tell me first k before i grab it myself. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a fantastic Christmas everyone!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_isTNzhlLT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_isTNzhlLT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-6611830012671864928?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6611830012671864928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=6611830012671864928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6611830012671864928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/6611830012671864928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/extreme-indulgence.html' title='Extreme Indulgence'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUpltohmdYI/AAAAAAAACdw/dh498hWeNpQ/s72-c/DavidCook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-3992351064164259205</id><published>2008-12-17T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:48:38.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheerreeeee is loveeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream Interpreter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your legs are weak, then you may be feeling emotionally vulnerable.&lt;/strong&gt; To dream that your legs are wounded or crippled, signifies a lack of balance, autonomy, or independence in your life. You may be unable or unwilling to stand up for yourself. Perhaps you are lacking courage and refuse to make a stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or...I might be hungry? Ptah. I'm so deprived. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s- anyone knows where i can get all the 6 seasons of The Nanny? buzz me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-3992351064164259205?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3992351064164259205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=3992351064164259205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3992351064164259205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/3992351064164259205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheerreeeee-is-loveeee.html' title='wheerreeeee is loveeee...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-9107096389146352341</id><published>2008-12-16T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:53:22.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, seng!</title><content type='html'>q: how many times can one be attacked by the bug?&lt;br /&gt;a:...many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i awoke with this excruciating pain it's as though a root plated in the depths of my throat, clinging on like a parasite, has decided to just stretch and reach out for the sun instead of the gravity. and...i wasn't tempted to get medical leave. BANGGAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partially because there's this huge presentation (that doesn't really need me to do the talking but i'm part of it) that i would not opt to miss and...everyone ie the clients are kissing the year goodbye next week onwards therefore workload hampers onto me like an avalanche. and i'm not complaining, pretty in contrast to how i've been feeling a couple months back. XD. the bitterness in px has subsided in conjunction to kwismas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, ZE KOMPANI...is SHUT from the 25 DECEMBER 2008 - 28 DECEMBER 2008 and then some days after UNTIL THE 2nd JANUARY 2008. if you're entitled to annual leaves, shaddap. cos i don't have them yet. will be away for kwismas but please do include my name into ur rombongan list. px nak pigi zoo negara. WEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my older posts a while back, just because, and i realized i can be pretty random about things. just like how i blurted out this post that has no apparent objective while waiting for the meds to take effect on my systems. i...sound like an akua. i mite as well just lose the voice wholly. blehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280412851525316610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUfLgvqS8AI/AAAAAAAACdo/VQnWeWM5feA/s320/PC160208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mommy fed me this last nite, i tot it LOOKED pretty yummy. it's like those rm0.20 fruity jellies u get on the bus. and it does provide a temporary relieve. i took a pill too that apparently works for the itchy bitchy throat. it's so small i think it mite be stuck in the gaps of my teeth. please work on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah pek if you're reading this, ALL YOUR FAULT. my turn to wear shower cap now le. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dear all, i think the colleague sitting behind me is reading this. everyone say hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11938052-9107096389146352341?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9107096389146352341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=9107096389146352341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9107096389146352341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/9107096389146352341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuuuuuuuuuuuuuum-seng.html' title='yuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, seng!'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUfLgvqS8AI/AAAAAAAACdo/VQnWeWM5feA/s72-c/PC160208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11938052.post-7962285548808336386</id><published>2008-12-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:34:47.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh no la...</title><content type='html'>its like the wild side of me has just decided to jam on the break and hit an abrupt halt draining away all the spirits and desire to party. *hears nat's distant cheer*...&lt;br /&gt;babe how?!?! faster come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT...but...i'm refusing to believe cos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fuck's sake i'm only 22!!! is that old? is anyone convinced i'm of that age?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 perhaps no? 24?...25? -.-...it's the genes. hmph &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wails uncontrollably*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm frank as shit here. the loft stinks like turtlepoo immersed in hydrogen sulphide. literally. one could only dance to their music if you've taken 5 doses ajinomoto+coke. there were small steps here and there you'd think you could walk straight but end up falling flat on ur asian face and...the sofa area smelt like puke. perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i drank a couple (not mentioning...not much...dun ask...still sober...not drunk...still remember what palpitation is), tried boogying cos i felt fat, skived to the toilet a couple times cos i had nothing else better to do, camwhored like crazy with he, she, it, they and us and...THE HORROR! i dozed off. so crever. *claps*...no i think laling dozed off and i stoned...i have no idea but it was terrible i wished i had just stayed home and watched the christmas tree lights change color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059629205192050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaKQf-n_XI/AAAAAAAACdA/WhtlNyPCgYs/s320/PC140109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leongchaikin, leongpeixzan, laling channeled to the sleeping mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280061311412099410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaLyasAWVI/AAAAAAAACdY/Xen1FfGxYlg/s320/PC140061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the jb gang without the outcasts ie me, me, me and...who else? me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058871447705842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaJkZHKWPI/AAAAAAAACc4/X0x1QNGN3Lg/s320/PC140145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the leong outcasts pouting for obvious reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there goes our presents from santa. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280060175033953938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaKwRWV7pI/AAAAAAAACdI/pfatAzlb5hY/s320/PC140122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;known as the-ex. tak tau nama dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280061959875301570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaMYKZrkMI/AAAAAAAACdg/7Mx_OVQcyCg/s320/PC140070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i know 1's rachel and another tammy. but erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from my face you know i'm too shy to ask which is which so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i remember there's 1 lily. and no, not from the Chins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but apparently her pictures with me are...undetectable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there were about 15 other people loitering around. no i dunno who. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm gonna watch the lights turn color now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the office needs to de-germ, if there is even such a term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;an enclosed air-conditioned, carpeted, stessful small room with 20 sick beings and 30% insectiside-filled-molecule air is...terribly unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*downs yummy-green cough syrup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*BLEK!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/11938052-7962285548808336386?l=dancing-bananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7962285548808336386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11938052&amp;postID=7962285548808336386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7962285548808336386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11938052/posts/default/7962285548808336386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancing-bananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/eh-no-la.html' title='eh no la...'/><author><name>Peanutxz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823358579241946958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/TQD7857gteI/AAAAAAAADrQ/z-0MBRKfmXQ/S220/33545_450319280887_554530887_5574467_3925264_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GaKcaMVI47Q/SUaKQf-n_XI/AAAAAAAACdA/WhtlNyPCgYs/s72-c/PC140109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
