<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:01:58.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-1040720149798235220</id><published>2009-03-06T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:59:15.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally know what I look for in a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs to be attentive. Everything I do has to be of interest to him. He will ask about my day, and telling him about the most mundane parts will leave him completely involved in the conversation. No, we don't talk about me all the time, we share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand a self-absorbed bastard, who only knows how to brag and brag about his day. Everything we talk about is about HIM HIM HIM. Him and his oh-I-don't-like-her-I-just-like-to-talk-about-her-every-second-of-the-day-and-you-have-to-listen girl-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks me a personal question, but I know it's just out of politeness. He doesn't actually care. And that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't just blow over a huge matter by MIAing for a few weeks, then come back talking about the weather and what'swhat. No, I don't just pretend "it never happened".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hung up anymore. It IS over, once and for all, and I'm glad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-1040720149798235220?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/1040720149798235220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=1040720149798235220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1040720149798235220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1040720149798235220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-know-what-i-look-for-in-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-8188229680561529993</id><published>2009-03-01T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:53:52.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's important for me to record down each day that passes during this period. Then, when I look back, I will realise what a fool I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz when I'm with him, I'm thinking of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do fuck off if you're reading this because I'm lazy to lock this blog up, and I desperately need an outlet to scream out to. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Serene that means you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I thought about it less. Of course, that may be attributed to the fact that I didn't spend the day at home&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rotting in front of the computer. Nevertheless, I will always be wondering what did happen that day. I don't think I will be able to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's over. Yes, I've accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that with each passing day, the pain will lessen, the thoughts too. The mystery kills me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for sinking so far in, for putting so much feeling into this insubstantial relationship, when I knew it never would have worked out from the very beginning.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your eyes I'd like to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-8188229680561529993?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/8188229680561529993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=8188229680561529993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8188229680561529993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8188229680561529993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-its-important-for-me-to-record.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-3349688647253265806</id><published>2009-02-28T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:13:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to work sucks, but not going would suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, rotting at home.  I kinda forgot how it felt like to spend an entire day at home doing nothing at all. This is my first rotting day since I-don't-know-when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to entertain myself. Then I can stop thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking about, even though I still do think about these things almost every second of the day and even at night. Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, work is becoming less monotonous. It's slowly becoming part of my daily routine. This morning I woke up at 645 again. That's scary. I hope I don't do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be an exciting week; I'm just dying for it to come. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-3349688647253265806?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/3349688647253265806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=3349688647253265806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3349688647253265806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3349688647253265806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-to-work-sucks-but-not-going-would.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7325320187068554482</id><published>2009-02-17T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:05:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not going to work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many times am I going to tell myself that?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's time to let go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet when I do, I'll just grab on even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know you can't take it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens when I crack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stop making excuses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't even make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Walk away now, make a clean break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that's what I'll do, and this time, there's no turning back.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7325320187068554482?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7325320187068554482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7325320187068554482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7325320187068554482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7325320187068554482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-going-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7652701629278129897</id><published>2009-01-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:29:01.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to close down my blog.. Until the blogging mood is revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7652701629278129897?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7652701629278129897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7652701629278129897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7652701629278129897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7652701629278129897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-going-to-close-down-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-8872477227812162534</id><published>2009-01-03T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:55:03.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't understand what it is&lt;br /&gt;That makes me tick&lt;br /&gt;But you wish you did&lt;br /&gt;You always second guess, wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;I say yes but you just lose out every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I talked about&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with my friends just hangin' out&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd have the inside scoop&lt;br /&gt;On what to say, what to do&lt;br /&gt;That way when you play the game&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can never lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;A creepy little, sneaky little fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;All my precious secrets, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'd know them all&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd love to know, the things I do&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with my friends, and not with you&lt;br /&gt;You always second guess, wonder if&lt;br /&gt;There's other guys I'm flirting with&lt;br /&gt;You should know by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were my boyfriend, I'd be true to you&lt;br /&gt;If I make a promise, I'm comin' through&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that you could&lt;br /&gt;See me every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;That way you would have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;That baby I would never stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little communication&lt;br /&gt;That'll go a long way&lt;br /&gt;You're getting misinformation&lt;br /&gt;Too much she say, he say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I say is&lt;br /&gt;Come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;And what I'm gonna say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ya&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ya&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ya&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you were a...&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall&lt;br /&gt;All my precious secrets, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'd know them all&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; fly on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-8872477227812162534?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/8872477227812162534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=8872477227812162534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8872477227812162534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8872477227812162534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-dont-understand-what-it-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5552953719307477313</id><published>2009-01-01T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:03:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It's not always sunshine and rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to do a proper post for ages, maybe dictating how my holidays went, but somehow things jst got in the way. I'm sure that happens to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be emo! It's difficult to be all celebratory when all ard you things are kinda scrwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to do a 2009 resolutions too, which obv, I procrastinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start following the days of the week more closely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-5552953719307477313?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5552953719307477313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5552953719307477313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5552953719307477313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5552953719307477313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-always-sunshine-and-rainbows.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7573468375928811997</id><published>2008-12-26T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:09:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today this could be the greatest day of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Before it all ends,&lt;br /&gt;Before we run out of time&lt;br /&gt;Stay close to me&lt;br /&gt;Stay close to me&lt;br /&gt;Watch the world come alive tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and the world comes alive&lt;br /&gt;And the world comes alive&lt;br /&gt;And the world comes alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7573468375928811997?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7573468375928811997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7573468375928811997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7573468375928811997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7573468375928811997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-this-could-be-greatest-day-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7795060568863061654</id><published>2008-12-22T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:03:30.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was a complete flop. Plans were changing here and thre I didn't even have the chance to update on my edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so, everything was cancelled. Zay came down with a fever in the morning. Poor dear, so near to X'mas as well. Do get better soon alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying. I think cancelling was a good idea because I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEED TO&lt;/span&gt; finish my cards by latest, today or tmr. Which is, frankly, killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never thought to send them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK I need to write my cards now.&lt;br /&gt;Pat: Huh I thought you're planning to send them for next year's X'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How idiotic is he??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7795060568863061654?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7795060568863061654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7795060568863061654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7795060568863061654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7795060568863061654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-today-was-complete-flop.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-1576988431064203091</id><published>2008-12-20T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:49:25.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schedule for Monday, 22nd is as follows (decided by me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am: Interview with Ongong regarding roadshow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-ish: Head over to Sentosa with some 0702-ers to play (ppl include myself, Ong, Zay, HY, Monkey maybe, Tammy maybe) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If anyone from 0702 wishes to join us simply contact any of the prev mentioned! The more the merrier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm: Interview regarding CNY job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: No more Sentosa! Very lazy to work during CNY. It's the best time for mj anw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After interview: Head over to Zay's hse to slack/sleep and wait for Jayme&amp;amp; Jerms to arrive&lt;br /&gt;Jerms - 10pm&lt;br /&gt;Jayme - 1am&lt;br /&gt;*I will avoid Zay's sis. I can't believe she's demanding xmas presents bcuz we asked her to play mj with us. HELLO! You shld be thanking your lucky stars we ask you to play with us. Oh well, too bad, I have invited Jerms and we are in no more need of your services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: MJ until we go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, any enquiries or mistakes in my schedule, do inform me thru tag. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-1576988431064203091?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/1576988431064203091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=1576988431064203091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1576988431064203091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1576988431064203091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/schedule-for-monday-22nd-is-as-follows.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5180252931555432134</id><published>2008-12-16T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:11:37.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twilight is rly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I watched it was because I needed to see for myself how absolutely bogus it is.&lt;br /&gt;And.. It was totally within expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I knw why there are sooo many preview timings? Anyone who watches Twilight when it officially comes out on 18th is a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESS mahjong on 18th. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any 0702 peeps interested in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;overnight&lt;/span&gt; mj on 22nd at zay's place? Leave me a tag alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-5180252931555432134?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5180252931555432134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5180252931555432134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5180252931555432134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5180252931555432134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-is-rly-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-6087970076675214762</id><published>2008-12-12T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:10:30.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm so fucking annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we talk sth bad happens. Either I'm too mean, or thre's some misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; to you now.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I knw this is not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit: I was wrong; it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Why am I still unemployed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-6087970076675214762?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/6087970076675214762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=6087970076675214762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6087970076675214762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6087970076675214762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2051907820929304670</id><published>2008-12-10T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:36:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay! Everyone's bugging me to update. So, here's what happened at our post prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendees (from our class, that I knw of): Jayme (yeah I invited her last minute), Jerms, Jo and moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Camellia thre too -dramatic pause- , with her friends from 03, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zay cldn't go, her mouth was swollen like crap; I believe she uploaded photos of it but removed them. Huanhuan cldn't go, the 'rents aren't very fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ongong said the prom people wld go, which totally raised my hopes (Ong you deserve a slap!). I texted KT the big fat meanie and she said they weren't going, thn refused to reply further texts. @#$#^%*^$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that left us with, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;. My class is so annoying right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Butter Factory. Ok, in my opinion, that place plays rly suckish music, and the atmosphere was very un-clubbish. Even Obar is btr, and it's smaller and less well known. (I will blog abt Obar another day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cldn't even get our drinks! Were ripped off for a jug of alcohol which tasted like, COKE?! Thn we decided to queue for free flow, but jst as it was nearing our turn, they passed down a stupid msg - No more free flow. How seriously idiotic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left the club. We meaning Jayme, Jerms and me, cuz Jo was having loads of fun inside. Since we were at Clarke Quay, we called Himbo, but he refused to reply my text or answer my call. I don't knw what that's supp to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Cheers cuz we rly wanted to get drinks. Sat on the steps and mixed vodka with orange juice. And that's whre things started to go downhill. I think I got rly high first and started HI-ing everyone who passed. I think there was a bitch who said "NO you're not" when I said to Jayme "I'm sober." HELLO, is it any of your business? F*ck off will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thn Jerms' friend (I can't rmbr his name) came over and Jerms jst got up and left with his group! May I ask what kind of friend leaves another friend when she is so obviously not sober? And, she left with Jayme's shoes?!?! I don't knw what's going thru that head of hers. Maybe she was drunk too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that Jayme and I jst puked a lot, at which I told her to call my dad to pick me cuz I knew I cldn't make it home in a cab. I rmbr sitting at a busstop waiting for him to come, and this guy was watching us making a fool of ourselves. I think I asked him for a plastic bag too, in case I puked in the car. Yes, he gave one to me! How nice. I rly mst thank him personally, sober of course. So my dad came and sent Jayme home as well. He's quite idiotic; kept saying "If you can't drink don't drink la haiyoooooooo", but I was already sleeping in the car. Maybe I shld have puked in it too, that'll teach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Zay, are you happy? Finally a recount of what happened that night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stay away from alcohol for awhile, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long long long&lt;/span&gt; while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2051907820929304670?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2051907820929304670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2051907820929304670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2051907820929304670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2051907820929304670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-everyones-bugging-me-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-1158721691024014071</id><published>2008-12-04T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:51:49.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I lied! Totally didn't expect things after the big 'A's to be so hectic. No worries, will have many posts dictating my life after hell up after I've rested awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon for a real entry. Ciao till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-1158721691024014071?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/1158721691024014071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=1158721691024014071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1158721691024014071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1158721691024014071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-lied-totally-didnt-expect-things.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-6356376616806993273</id><published>2008-10-10T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:09:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SO8zuyc7I_I/AAAAAAAAABg/XReIyqXNd3k/s1600-h/tokiohotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SO8zuyc7I_I/AAAAAAAAABg/XReIyqXNd3k/s200/tokiohotel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255476169074746354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right: &lt;b&gt;Gustav Schäfer, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bill Kaulitz, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tom Kaulitz, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Georg Listing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This band is Tokio Hotel, from Germany, with lead singer Bill. Do you see his hair??? It's truly the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Tom's his twin, though I have to say the mindblowing hairstyle puts them worldssss apart. And, guess what, they're 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love! Haha, jst like how another few thousand girls scattered all over the world are in love with him. But I think I jst like his hair. Maybe if I met him I cld persuade him to give me a strand of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I sound rly psycho don't I? However, I do still know who my real soulmate is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SO83WEvSu4I/AAAAAAAAABo/qQDifue-daw/s1600-h/ian%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SO83WEvSu4I/AAAAAAAAABo/qQDifue-daw/s200/ian%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255480142533409666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at his eyes! You will be completely mesmerised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this phase passes quickly, but till then, Tokio Hotel's songs will be running on repeat on my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-6356376616806993273?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/6356376616806993273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=6356376616806993273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6356376616806993273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6356376616806993273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-left-to-right-gustav-schfer-bill.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SO8zuyc7I_I/AAAAAAAAABg/XReIyqXNd3k/s72-c/tokiohotel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-4895253858873314689</id><published>2008-10-08T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:03:50.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit: I decided to switch the places of the posts because this one's nicer and I want it to be on top :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me during assembly today. It went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:      Ya la why you call me? I having assembly you knw.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:   I wanted to tell you that your package arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Me:      Does that warrant a call during school hours?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Mom:   I called to tell you so you can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPEE. I'm ecstatic. She makes it sound like a package for me doesn't arrive every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reached home to find that I ordered the wrong size for my item so I emailed the seller and she gladly allowed me to exchange the size! Now THIS is what it means to be a good seller. And this is why you, XY, have bad luck when it comes to online shopping, and shld stop buying stuff online. Because I believe that if it were you, the seller wld probably not even reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, since I am so happy, I shall gladly advertise for that site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Visit &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://daintydamsels.livejournal.com/"&gt;daintydamsels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for a funtabulous online shopping experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something caught my eye in the very recentest post from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://scarletroom.livejournal.com/41563.html#cutid1"&gt;ScarletRoom&lt;/a&gt; and though I did promise myself I will stop shopping I cannot help falling in love with that Glam Rock Vest which is so pretty. Ong agrees with me too! BUT, they're all already pending and I mst join the backorder if I want it. 1 whole month of waiting for it! ARGHHHHHH. So Ong are you joining? Lets join together! It's sooo naaaaiiiseeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU KNW&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Men can read smaller print than women; women can hear better than men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himbo how come you can eavesdrop and read other ppl's exam scripts so well?? Are you a man&amp;amp;woman at the same time? (FYI for those who do not knw, Himbo is a spy who has bionic eyes &amp;amp;ears so he can peek at others' exam papers to copy, and listen to what they're murmuring under their breath; that's why he does so well all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grin,grin,grin,grin,grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Himbo is a MCP with lotsa arrogant&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ness &lt;/span&gt;who called YH, the smartest girl in our class "JIAN4".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ihavemorebraincellsthanyou,evenwithsneezing.Lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-4895253858873314689?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/4895253858873314689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=4895253858873314689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4895253858873314689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4895253858873314689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/10/edit-i-decided-to-switch-places-of.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2055137409929759331</id><published>2008-10-08T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:55:09.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry that I'm pushing the latest blog post down, but I do have a strange urge to post another at this very minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's due to something I read. Forgive the lateness as I've been lazy to check out other blogs till now. I saw it, and though it explicitly stated it does not refer to me, I feel it still does target me somehow. I'm not depressed or anything, merely confused, because I AM pretty sure I'm the subject of the post, but what it said doesn't describe me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw that I have several bad points, but I seriously don't think that those mentioned are mine. Perhaps, I may be totally off track and thinking too far out cuz it may not be referring to me at all. Still, I want to take an opportunity to clarify myself about something that happened on September 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take back my words. I wanted to say them for so long. No, what I mean is, I have been saying those words for so many times, but on that day, I truly wanted you to let the words sink in, to finally understand how I feel. (I wld write "we" feel, but I don't wna speak on anyone's behalf, lest I be hated for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you. You have a good heart. You are simply extremely annoying. Haven't you noticed nobody wants to hang out with you? That everyone skirts away everytime they see you round the corner? Or are you simply delusional? Why do you ignore such obvious signs, that there is some part of you that people are dying to get away from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it so simple then? To *abrakadebra* change when you want to? It takes effort, my dear. It is so easy to say "I know what's wrong. I'll change." No, I don't see any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember that graduation's 2 days away, after which we do not have to be in another's company, and I do not have to suffer in your presence anymore. But for the sake of those people destined to be in your future, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll leave it at that, because I think I've typed enough emo posts for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taking a leaf out of monkey's book, I'll add a disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;This is my blog, and I write what I want. So sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2055137409929759331?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2055137409929759331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2055137409929759331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2055137409929759331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2055137409929759331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-that-im-pushing-latest-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-9067434884613987361</id><published>2008-10-01T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:19:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoyed by the small font and changed it on a whim. Perhaps when I'm not swamped by the mountain of homework I'll change it to sth btr. LALALA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-9067434884613987361?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/9067434884613987361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=9067434884613987361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/9067434884613987361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/9067434884613987361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/10/annoyed-by-small-font-and-changed-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-4915071624584975599</id><published>2008-10-01T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:42:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thre has been a murder attempt on me. My mother filled my bottle up with SOAP and left it at the sink, whre I stupidly drank from it. I was choking so loud the whole neighbourhood cld probably hear me shouting at my mother and mocking the feeble attempt at my life. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, as promised, I mst blog abt sth that happened in school a couple of days ago. It was extremely unsettling. Me+Zay+HY were in the library looking for an empty table, which was full TTM. So we asked WeeLiat if we cld share a table with him since he was sitting alone. And, he said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a straight face, and with such earnesty, I was taken aback at his attitude. I do not believe that if I asked any of my friends the same question, we wld be turned away. Wee Liat (I want to type out your full name for maximum effect but fortunately I do not knw your surname), you are a disgrace to Mankind. Your EQ is Z-E-R-O, mind you, some ppl have low EQs, but yours is the lowest I have ever seen. In case you, WeeLiat, do not knw what is EQ, since it isn't put into textbooks for your perusal at school, EQ stands for Emotional Quotient. I was tempted to type: Your EQ, unlike your IQ is so extremely low. But I realised that your IQ is abnormally low too. Now now, I do not want this blog entry to turn into some kind of mocking vendetta at you; that wld merely bring me down to your level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do want to alert everyone, that WeeLiat is not like that because of himself (yes, see? I am so merciful towards him, though the fact that I am acquainted with him sickens me.) His mother, dear Mrs WL, you are a terrible woman. Why have you brought your son up to be like this? To be such a pain, a thorn in another's flesh. I am disgusted to knw that such mothers exist on Earth. That is to say, you are single-handedly turning your son into a robot. "Mummy's Boy", such a degrading term, is actually used on your son, and I do not believe you do not knw this. WeeLiat is like that because of you. He does not knw how to go home from Town because of you. He does not have friends because of you. He is mocked by everyone wherever he goes. Actually, it's not really considered mocking if he does not knw it himself, right? He is so immersed in his own selfish little world, he does not stop to think that the world consists of so many more ppl, other than him and his own dear mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs WL, one day, when WeeLiat graduates from school, he will go out into the workforce. I knw you do not want to think abt the future, but thre it is, right infront of you, and I, as a worried 'friend' of WeeLiat, mst insist you see this clearly. He will get a job, but he will not have friends, or colleagues, and of course, he will not be promoted at all. He exists for YOU. What YOU want him to do, what YOU want him to think. Such a worthless mother are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek to implore you. Stop living through your son. Go for some parenting courses. Or perhaps, expose yourself to normal kids, who take the bus on their own in primary school. WeeLiat is 18, and he is acting worse than 9 year olds. You are ruining your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Is A Joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-4915071624584975599?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/4915071624584975599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=4915071624584975599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4915071624584975599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4915071624584975599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/10/thre-has-been-murder-attempt-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7387714613865733219</id><published>2008-09-17T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:10:56.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I was reminiscing to Pen-ong abt my online shopping this month, and I came to realise I bought:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4 dresses&lt;br/&gt;5 pairs of shoes&lt;br/&gt;1 cardigan&lt;br/&gt;1 bag&lt;br/&gt;1 belt&lt;br/&gt;Falsies&lt;br/&gt;Makeup&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;AND I still want to buy another bag. Problem is, will I be able to last till the end of the month? And that is a rhetorical question.&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/7939887471941983461-7387714613865733219?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7387714613865733219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7387714613865733219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7387714613865733219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7387714613865733219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-reminiscing-to-pen-ong-abt-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-3291370530207332618</id><published>2008-09-17T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:17:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Was youtube-ing and came across this great musician. I was blown away! Spent the entire night listening to all his works and this is one of my favs. He gives me inspiration, and even allows me study with a clear mind (that's a first). Hehe, off to put his music to good use :)&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/7939887471941983461-3291370530207332618?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/3291370530207332618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=3291370530207332618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3291370530207332618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3291370530207332618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-youtube-ing-and-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-702525186539820277</id><published>2008-09-10T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:08:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;ROFL. Jst heard a fantastic joke on the radio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A company hires a new CEO, and the new CEO, determined to show that he means business, takes a tour of the company. He sees a guy leaning against the wall not doing anything, so he walks up to him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CEO: Hey how much do you make in a week?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Guy: $200&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The CEO then hands $200 to the guy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CEO: Here's $200. Get out of here and don't come back!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feeling pleased about his first firing, he turns to the remaining staff.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CEO: Can anyone tell me what that slacker did here?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Staff: Err boss, he's the pizza delivery guy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Hope that brightened up your day as much as it did mine. It started off horribly, really.&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/7939887471941983461-702525186539820277?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/702525186539820277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=702525186539820277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/702525186539820277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/702525186539820277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/09/rofl.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-3211020686817450387</id><published>2008-09-03T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:01:24.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6666'&gt;(spoilers to season6 of OTH ahead)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;It's great that Peyton was the one; if he chose Brooke it'll jst be plain weird bcuz thre was never any lead-up to Br-ucas. Jst wondering why they didn't show anything on Lindsey, cuz it jst doesn't seem right leaving her out of the picture.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;U-G-H to the Deb+Skillz thing. It was grossing me out last season, but to bring it up a notch in season 6 is wayyyyyyyy too much to handle.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And Nanny Carrie is jst over the top. Derek was fine (basically cuz he is super hot) but I don't think this is appropriate anymore. I was practically shielding my eyes while she tortured Dan. Though I hate Dan for his evilness, psycho &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; evil much much.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Off to slp, I have a feeling XY's plotting to take away my sleep-ins for this entire week :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&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/7939887471941983461-3211020686817450387?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/3211020686817450387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=3211020686817450387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3211020686817450387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3211020686817450387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-spoilers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-4922917335523939964</id><published>2008-08-28T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:59:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;OMG. That was the most horrendous GP test I've ever taken. I can say goodbye to my C, and hello to my U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOB :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so &lt;strike&gt;demoralizing&lt;/strike&gt; ______(insert word). I don't think I have the motivation to study anymore. So hello to 4 more Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: HAHA Omg I'm so touched! I have such supportive friends! Wheeeee back to deductive chem, with more determination than ever! :):):):):):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-4922917335523939964?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/4922917335523939964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=4922917335523939964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4922917335523939964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4922917335523939964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7231012785134624049</id><published>2008-08-27T19:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:57:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Wanted to blog about studying overnight at the airport, but thre's nth to talk about. Except that, a (German, I think?) girl slightly older than Melly has an IPHONE. Is thre justice in this world??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;imanerd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;imanerd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;imanerd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;imanerd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;imanerd.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It's called acceptance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7231012785134624049?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7231012785134624049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7231012785134624049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7231012785134624049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7231012785134624049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanted-to-blog-about-studying-overnight.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-4647069019939869483</id><published>2008-08-21T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:45:44.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Don't know whre I caught the flu bug from, but yeah, I'm blowing my nose off. The moment I declare that my immune system is 10/10 i get sick. How utterly embarrassing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, 6x days more to the bigz, 1x to the not-so-bigz. It's time for me to pull up my socks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LAST DAY OF SCH TMR. Well well, aren't we all excited. Yeah stupid J1s don't miss us when we're gone. We're off to a btr place.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-4647069019939869483?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/4647069019939869483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=4647069019939869483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4647069019939869483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/4647069019939869483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-know-whre-i-caught-flu-bug-from.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-1002637834263820576</id><published>2008-08-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:13:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been procrastinating this post forever, considering I had to upload the pictures from my phone and I simply cldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I received the rest of my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrMvbDAhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AXK3bW9TBpI/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrMvbDAhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AXK3bW9TBpI/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236222631857914930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fit into the cardboard box nicely, and they put the cardboard box in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrOfktbwHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRR0VKTs2UI/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrOfktbwHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QRR0VKTs2UI/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236224558597128306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't realise, 5 Luckys can fit into that bag. To push that theory further, maybe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can fit in, and that's saying sth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why on earth Amazon put the box in such a humongous bag I will never understand. Maybe they're too rich they're willing to pay the extra shipping charges for it. I'm so happy I didn't send them by Vpost, or else I probably gta pay $1000 for shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm very satisfied with my purchase. They arrived earlier than I expected. And c'mon, what cld I expect for such cheap prices! So, if I have other books to buy, Amazon's my number 1 choice! Woo, I sound like I'm advertising. Amazon, you shld pay me for helping you advertise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my mom bought me sth today. It's kinda useless, but very cute! And.. IT GLOWS! (recall E.T. glowing in the LT!) It's Snoopy, glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK...                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrSBX1-P5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/22WxWNln1-8/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrSBX1-P5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/22WxWNln1-8/s200/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236228437793718162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrSj11Y-HI/AAAAAAAAABE/n_QvRRYyxGU/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrSj11Y-HI/AAAAAAAAABE/n_QvRRYyxGU/s200/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236229029959891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrTg9ldl7I/AAAAAAAAABU/RUULuuOJfLc/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrTg9ldl7I/AAAAAAAAABU/RUULuuOJfLc/s200/DSC00531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236230080012588978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes we are going mad. The whole lot of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-1002637834263820576?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/1002637834263820576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=1002637834263820576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1002637834263820576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1002637834263820576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-procrastinating-this-post-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SKrMvbDAhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AXK3bW9TBpI/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7076984819482230454</id><published>2008-08-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:47:01.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm halal! No offense to any Muslims reading my blog; it's not a racist comment. I'm simply allergic to pigs such as Yaphuat. He has a large humongous organ. Quote from Yaphuat's blog: If you're not in my class you won't understand what I'm saying.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WHAT am i talking? Right, a rubbish post again. Anw I hit my head on the wall and it hurts like mad.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;KARMA.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3 hours to slack away tmr at sch. I hope no tchr's invigilating so I can copy a bit from HY or else Mr Leong will be super disappointed in me and he won't love me anymore. Not that he loved me in the first place. I don't think he loves anyone from his U class. Sigh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope my books arrive after I get home tmr. Maybe I shouldn't lend Eclipse to Kaiting since it's what, 23 days? to Prelims. Mst not distract her with nonsense. See my mood on Monday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Omg la this is such a crappy post I think I'm going to delete it when I find sth better to say.&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/7939887471941983461-7076984819482230454?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7076984819482230454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7076984819482230454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7076984819482230454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7076984819482230454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-halal-no-offense-to-any-muslims.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-8661517274633112659</id><published>2008-08-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:09:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging at sch while listening to The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script! As the saying goes, "curiosity killed the cat". Well, in my case, curiosity killed my neck, the way I'm sitting now, I feel like a freak. Thanks Missy Kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-8661517274633112659?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/8661517274633112659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=8661517274633112659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8661517274633112659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/8661517274633112659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging-at-sch-while-listening-to-man.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-6836531147113565030</id><published>2008-08-12T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:22:10.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;2 surprises awaited me as I got home today. Firstly, my very own copy of Breaking Dawn! How very apt that it shld arrive jst after I finished reading it. Was I delighted to receive it? Well, 1 thing I cannot disagree with (and I know all avid online shoppers wld not either), is anticipating the delivery of our purchased items. Yes, day after day I have waited for the books to come for the conclusion to the once greatly debated topic of: Is Bella going to become a vampire? Yet, after completing the Breaking Dawn i borrowed from XY, I was so disappointed that I half-wished I did not order it from Amazon.com. But seeing it on the table infront of me in the brown cardboard, and tearing it open with the joy of a child on the morning of Christmas day, it dawned (notice the pun) on me that, yes, I WANT IT. It doesn't matter whether it was fantastically written, I simply mst own a set of the books. 1 weird thing though, Breaking Dawn came first, although Amazon stated that they mailed the 1st 3 books of the Twilight Saga before BD. Perhaps they got lost at customs?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Secondly, ScarletRoom FINALLY replied to tell me they got stock for my bag! That's good right? (Thas mean) my shopping craze is back. Hurray!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S: To Kaiting if you see this, you still wna borrow BD??&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/7939887471941983461-6836531147113565030?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/6836531147113565030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=6836531147113565030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6836531147113565030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6836531147113565030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-surprises-awaited-me-as-i-got-home_12.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5886763981296609719</id><published>2008-08-10T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:59:28.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 43rd beloved Singapore :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='#3333ff'&gt;*NOTE: spoilers to Breaking Dawn ahead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Spent the weekend burying my nose in Breaking Dawn, and i have to say that, &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;IT SUCKS&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; Uh huh. It was so crappy, what with the totally rubbish plot and incomprehensible and utterly meaningless part on Jacob's POV. I wish i cld turn back time, to before Stephenie Meyer wrote BD, and go to America and whack her upside down so she'll write a better one. or, maybe this will help:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dear Stephenie,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On behalf of all your fans worldwide, I would like to inform you that Breaking Dawn was not up to standard at all. Comparing with the first 3, this was the worst book ever. So, we, being your ever so forgiving fans, wld like to give you this opportunity to rewrite a new conclusion to the Twilight Saga. Yes, we are that forgiving. Please cherish this chance to save your reputation and give your fans a good night's sleep knowing that Bella and Edward are in a happy place somewhere and their daughter is not called Renesmee (that, is the most revolting name i have ever seen. And that includes the name Peter.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love, Gabriela&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, i think that shld do it. We'll all have a new (and better) Breaking Dawn in abt a year. Let's all cross our fingers and pray.&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/7939887471941983461-5886763981296609719?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5886763981296609719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5886763981296609719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5886763981296609719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5886763981296609719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-43rd-beloved-singapore-note.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2247608370113786244</id><published>2008-08-06T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:35:27.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOMEBODY'S been complaining that i don't blog anymore so here's a mini update. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no zay i'm not being emo! your entries all also like that plssss.)&lt;/span&gt; ya zay wun see this bcuz she's OUT WATCHING BATMAN ON A SCH NIGHT. (oh yeah if NAF so happens to see this its not my fault k.) muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... finally, after many days of procrastination, i finally have a chance to say: happy freedom month qiao ling! (for all those who dunno, qiao ling is my class ghost, she's quite emo and likes to follow Shelia, God knows why.) yep its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt;, 'tis the month where qiao ling and her family&amp;amp;friends get to tour the world after a long year of suffering in hell. yay qiao ling go stalk Shelia home and you can watch her kiss mrstage every night before she sleeps. in response to sheliamimi: ya that song is a dedication to qiao ling! maybe tmr you can convince her to give a mini concert to our class cuz frankly i've never heard her sing before. only you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, apart from looking forward to tmr being qiao ling's debut performance,  it's TGIT (thank God it's Thursday)! cuz friday's celebrations and tmr's technically (and imo, really) the last day of the sch week. but i shan't elaborate more on this matter in case i get into trouble, yes? thanks zay for the heads up! i don't wna spend every night studying with NAF if she sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough blabberring i've got work to do. will update on Singfest when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i broke my promise to not buy anyth until the As are over! yeah well, frankly, who actually thought i cld last? i think 1 month's abstinence is good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2247608370113786244?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2247608370113786244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2247608370113786244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2247608370113786244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2247608370113786244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/somebodys-been-complaining-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5993495400131517002</id><published>2008-08-03T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:12:48.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i want sth, i can't have the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opportunity cost, right?&lt;br /&gt;(recall the ppc!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah that's jst me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-5993495400131517002?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5993495400131517002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5993495400131517002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5993495400131517002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5993495400131517002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-want-sth-i-cant-have-other.html' title=''/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-6538160935779919435</id><published>2008-07-25T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:12:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new.</title><content type='html'>the prev skin crashed all of a sudden so i took the chance to remodel the blog. love the new skin it's so funky! however the colour's a tad bit jarring to the eye, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you think so, stop reading and go bury your head in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i spent the entire night changing the skin. and what did i jst promise myself today? "i mst complete econs by today!!" shld have known btr. ann jie jst called me and asked me how i'm doing. feel so ashamed to tell her. anw she recommended her friend to tutor me. thank God, a lifeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-6538160935779919435?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/6538160935779919435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=6538160935779919435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6538160935779919435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/6538160935779919435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/new.html' title='new.'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2259691951641453521</id><published>2008-07-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:03:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>yay finally changed the song. i realised i get annoyed when i hear the same song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this song is from a jap show "absolute boyfriend"! it's abt this robot boyfriend who is really really hot! been chionging it this past week cuz it's super nice! if you have time mst go watch it the guy is vair vair vair vair hot!!!!!!!!!!!! -swoons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2259691951641453521?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2259691951641453521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2259691951641453521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2259691951641453521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2259691951641453521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/absolute-boyfriend.html' title='absolute boyfriend!'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-858690187489720678</id><published>2008-07-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:12:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deletion.</title><content type='html'>i think i reveal too much. it's so weird that everyone knows what's happening in my family now. as the saying goes "jia chou bu ke wai yang" (omg my chinese rocks) and if your chinese doesn't rock like mine, it means: family linen shld nv be washed in public. or sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, i really shldn't be posting these kind of things for everyone to see. not that i'm saying i dun wna let you know, but i guess some things are jst too personal to shout out to the world about. i'm jst imagining ppl who i dun even know reading my blog and seeing all those things i say. i feel so.. exposed. shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i have so many personal things to say, i guess i gta do it on a private blog. or a journal, which is so retro and funky i might add. i wld use a journal if not for the fact that "the book isn't relevant anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i think it best to remove those unsightly posts. the insight into my private life is extremely uncomfortable. moreover, i only write those on a whim, or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-858690187489720678?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/858690187489720678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=858690187489720678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/858690187489720678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/858690187489720678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/deletion.html' title='deletion.'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5403816750854002372</id><published>2008-07-21T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:57:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate</title><content type='html'>it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cmon don't kid yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the turquoise inspired's OOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the chances?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-5403816750854002372?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5403816750854002372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5403816750854002372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5403816750854002372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5403816750854002372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/fate.html' title='fate'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-5128577255064933014</id><published>2008-07-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:28:35.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged in ages. partly cuz i dunno what to write, and thre's seriously no time in this damn fucked up timetable of mine. hello, i end at 5 everyday??&lt;br /&gt;mr kwek: we have designed this timetable so that j2s can go home at 230 everyday. only those who need to have remedial must stay.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. practically EVERYONE has remedial. applause for the wonderful timetabling committee (that's you mrs chua you plan the timetable so you dun even have venue for your OWN class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a dumb post bcuz i'm jst ranting all the way. hmm well i do have some acknowledgements to see to. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="mailto:chuashiyuan88@hotmail.com"&gt;chuashiyuan88@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; is very nice! (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="mailto:chuashiyuan88@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate blogger everytime i use some funny font or sth it screws up. is it jst me?!) ok anw i was saying this person is very nice bcuz i joined her f21 spree ystd and transferred the money then i realised i shld jst order from f21 directly so i can get my items faster! so i emailed her and asked her to refund me. then she say ok! so nice pls. and i'm damn retarded cuz i didn't give her my bank acc no. and she jst asked me for it very nicely! so i gave it to her but TYPED WRONGLY. i really cannot stand myself. but she jst asked me very patiently for the correct one!! omg so nice pls!!!! i wish all spree organisers are like her, so patient. i shall advertise for her now: everyone if you wna join f21 spree pls join hers for a wonderful spreeing experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm jst procrastinating completing the evergrowing pile of homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-5128577255064933014?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/5128577255064933014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=5128577255064933014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5128577255064933014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/5128577255064933014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2395550375549662611</id><published>2008-07-09T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:31:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired vs imitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massive venting post ahead. you have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;topic: WHY do people buy inspired stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INSPIRED GOODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT: inspired stuff have designs that are similar to designer items, hence the word inspired. they differ in quality and price, of course. more affordable especially for people like us who aren't exactly loaded and swimming in wads of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MISCONCEPTION: no, inspired stuff are not exact replicas to the designer good. they do not have the designer logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMITATION GOODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT: an exact replica of the designer item, down to the labels. lousier quality than the branded counterpart, but more affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, you may ask, why do people buy inspired items? they are cheaper. we do not crave for the branded item, it's far too expensive. perhaps, when i am older and earn my own keep i may purchase one. but for now, i will settle for the inspired good. and for your information, we do not show off that we own an inspired good, or pretend to be carrying a branded one. and THAT is the difference between inspired and imitation goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'M A LABEL GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you own items from major labels like zara and topshop. but tell me, what are you BUYING from these shops? the basics? the t-shirts? the low-end products which cost the same as an inspired item of a much better looking higher-end product which costs 100bucks? so, you are proud that you shop at these labels? sorry babe, you are ridiculing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i own inspired stuff? at least i don't buy some cheap thing from TOPSHOP and use the shopping bag everyday, acting like it costed a million bucks. or use a rotting zara paper bag and strut around like a proud peacock. yeah go on acting like a spoilt princess who's oh-so-rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;jermaineohyouareafakeandyouknowit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm buying inspired stuff and i'm proud of it. it's the in thing now so deal with it. show me the real deal anytime and i'll kowtow to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2395550375549662611?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2395550375549662611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2395550375549662611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2395550375549662611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2395550375549662611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/massive-venting-post-ahead.html' title='inspired vs imitation'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-1394459769845996690</id><published>2008-07-04T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:47:42.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuz i'm leavin'..</title><content type='html'>nv to come back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la i'm coming back don't miss me! if anyone wants chewing gum or sth can tell me!&lt;br /&gt;gna miss my doggies &amp;amp; com &amp;amp; bolster :( o well sacrifices mst be made.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-1394459769845996690?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/1394459769845996690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=1394459769845996690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1394459769845996690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/1394459769845996690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuz-im-leavin.html' title='cuz i&apos;m leavin&apos;..'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7771489539399741891</id><published>2008-07-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:23:59.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headacheee</title><content type='html'>OMG SHLD I BUY THISSSSSSSS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SGtH8usrt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUQL_e4Y0JA/s1600-h/bag%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SGtH8usrt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUQL_e4Y0JA/s320/bag%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218343701892020034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/gabby/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme your opinions! the only reason i'm hesitating is bcuz i've got lotsa black bags alr. but if you think the design is nice got other colours too! check out &lt;a href="http://cheez06.livejournal.com/37699.html#cutid1"&gt;http://cheez06.livejournal.com/37699.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt; for other pictures :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7771489539399741891?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7771489539399741891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7771489539399741891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7771489539399741891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7771489539399741891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/07/headacheee.html' title='headacheee'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5eOB0GxqExM/SGtH8usrt0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUQL_e4Y0JA/s72-c/bag%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2624600094870326565</id><published>2008-06-26T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:10:28.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying.</title><content type='html'>now: exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lappie now cuz i've been avoiding using my com. it's such a distraction, i'm sure any sane person wld agree with me. had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; experience with an online shop and i HAVE to get this off my chest before i explode, and also to record this cuz i wna rmbr this for life. i hope everyone sees this and boycotts them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day 1: i buy a top from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONITOCHICO.LIVEJOURNAL.COM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;person incharge: velda (as you all know BC.LJ is run by 3 ppl, i think, so each collection is managed by a particular person) i pay for reg mail. she says she will mail it out the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2: the day she is supp to mail it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3: logically reg mail takes 2 days to arrive, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4: nope, no postman ringing my doorbell. i'm a little worried so i email her again to ask if she alr mailed my item out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the day: she replies to say "yup i've mailed your item. your tracking number is ######. i go to singpost webpage to check the status of my mail.  oh whoopie she mailed it out on day 3! @#$%later in the day: she replies to say "yup i've mailed your item. your tracking number is ######. i go to singpost webpage to check the status of my mail.  oh whoopie she mailed it out on day 3! @#$%&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASE 2:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day 1: i buy 2 tops from BC.LJ again. this time viola's incharge. i choose normal mail cuz reg's jst so effing ex! she says she'll mail it out the next day. normal mail takes 1 day to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3: i received top 1 which was mailed out by velda (?!?!?) weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 6: i mail viola to ask if she mailed out my item alr, also asking why my items were mailes separately and by velda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 8: she hasn't replied so i'm vair vair vair pissed. i mail her again, this time with an obv annoyed attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 10: she FINALLY replies. says she jst came back from an overseas trip (like i care!) and says she's vair confused abt what i have received and what i've not and why i mentioned velda (what the shit??) i reply with an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 11: she FINALLY replies again and says "omg sry i left out the top so i will send it to you again tmr k!" WHAT THE SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 12: that's today, so by right i shld receive it tmr. cross my fingers and hope she gets struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update (2nd july): received item on day 12 :) guess their service isn't so bad after all? well, that remains to be seen. JERMZ: i mean their service sucks but i dunno much abt their personalities as human beings! i'm sure they're vair vair vair vair naise and pleasant ppl. i'd love to be their friend, but not so crazy abt purchasing stuff from them anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;AND btw, the top that i bought is like a spag/halter top, but thre are no hooks so how am i supp to wear it?! i dun even wna email them to inquire abt this anymore. this entire thing has given me quite a headache. i'm jst gna figure out sth to deal with it. TSKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;AND, i received some items that are due today, today. see what i mean? if other blogshops can send these items out on time, why can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good riddance.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2624600094870326565?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2624600094870326565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2624600094870326565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2624600094870326565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2624600094870326565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-exam-period.html' title='annoying.'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-3341225590242955172</id><published>2008-06-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:23:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOPSHOP party. or not.</title><content type='html'>went to the topshop 'party' jst now at marina sq. got lotsa free stuff to take! like candy in vair cute bottles (damn we shld have stolen somemore can use for so many purposes!!!), and free popcorn, free water, free red bull (which is seriously ewwwwwwwwwwwww ttm), free temp tattoo services (but the queue was oh so long) and lastly, free MoS passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt those MoS passes, each pass is for 2 ppl, so we were still discussing which day we shld go (obv not ladies' night) and who we can go with and then oh fantastically, when i reached home, checked the back of the pass, and realised it's valid till.... TODAY! yeah, we thought they were so nice. apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw TOPSHOP was having some event whre they hid some little cards ard the store and those ppl who cld find them and match them with another of the same pattern cld win vouchers! we went in quite late then we were jst walking ard and i saw this pair of pretty suede shoes. so i was admiring them when i noticed a weird card in the shoe (at that time haven't announce that they having this dumb game so we dunno whut is that la) then we walked away and heard the announcement and TADAAAA OMGGGGG I SAW IT IN THE SHOE. yeah so imagine us chiooooooonging back to whre the shoe was, along the way with many ppl walking past it and failing to notice it while the announcement of this event was still blaring overhead (and IMO the card is damn asskicking obv its a miracle all those blind ppl didn't see it). we got it in the end and we managed to find the person with a matching card and got free $20 voucher! unfortunately we didn't find anyth we liked today so we wasted the 20% off storewide discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whut a louuuuusy party indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-3341225590242955172?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/3341225590242955172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=3341225590242955172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3341225590242955172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/3341225590242955172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/topshop-party-or-not.html' title='TOPSHOP party. or not.'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2750977537659127896</id><published>2008-06-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:28:36.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not my name, by The Ting Tings</title><content type='html'>Four letter word just to get me along&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficulty and i'm biting on my tongue and I&lt;br /&gt;I keep stalling, keeping me together&lt;br /&gt;People around gotta find something to say now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back, everyday the same&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a loner&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, oh no&lt;br /&gt;I never say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But with nothing to consider they forget my name&lt;br /&gt;(ame, ame, ame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'hell'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Stacey'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'her'&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'Jane'&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me 'quiet girl'&lt;br /&gt;But i'm a riot&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'Joleisa'&lt;br /&gt;Always the same&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the catch if they through me the ball&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last kid standing up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Keep up, falling, these heels they keep me boring&lt;br /&gt;Getting glammed up and sitting on the fence now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone all the time at night&lt;br /&gt;Lock myself away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, i'm not&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm dressed up, out and all with&lt;br /&gt;Everything considered they forget my name&lt;br /&gt;(ame, ame, ame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me darling?&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now its in my head, now its in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; call it, reach it, get some words and get some timin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; though I realise, I cannot emphisize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sittin round with just a promise that we find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and i bet you see your so desprately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; standin joker like a looker and no1 buying it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Insted I sit alone, sounds monotone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gotta get some soul, I gotta get some feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2750977537659127896?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2750977537659127896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2750977537659127896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2750977537659127896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2750977537659127896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/four-letter-word-just-to-get-me-along.html' title='That&apos;s not my name, by The Ting Tings'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7470077570539765647</id><published>2008-06-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:11:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHLAO EH.</title><content type='html'>yay changed my song. makes me feel btr after what jst happened.&lt;br /&gt;a lizard appeared while i was bathing in my parent's bathroom. and the reason i evacuated my own bathroom? thre was a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-6181994682575818731</id><published>2008-06-10T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:45:45.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTO</title><content type='html'>wheeeee my first attempt at buying toto was a success! with my beginner's luck i'll be a millionaire in no time. now, i'm giving you an opportunity to suck up to me and buy me loads of stuff and be vair vair naise to me during this period, so when i'm rich MAYBE i'll give you a little share of my fortune. well anw, to help you in sucking up to me, here's a list of things i want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) gladiators! pls hor, i dowan those ugly shit high high ones, i am not a LC ahlian ty.&lt;br /&gt;2) eye lashes conditioner! xy said that they're really expensive so i hope someone will buy for me.&lt;br /&gt;3) a car! ok that's maybe a little far fetched. but i need one for when i get my license next year!&lt;br /&gt;4) lots and lots of coco crunch cereal! yes i'm in love with them do you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;5) someone to exterminate ALL THE LIZARDS in my hse and the neighbourhood ard so i nv ever have to see lizards near my hse ever ever again.&lt;br /&gt;6) unlimited money supply for online shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are jst the tip of the iceberg but they rank #1 for super importance!! thanks everyone for sucking up to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k my mummu jst said sth extremely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;mummu: sigh next time not going to have anymore plastic bags so now mst save them.&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;mummu: cuz all the shops going green lo, then i going purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone explain to me why i got such a geard's beardy mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-341116577653787152</id><published>2008-06-09T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:28:13.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>yay back from the 4/3 chalet. it was rly rly geard's beardy at firz cuz shawn was thre ruining everyth. when me + xy reached thre we were stunned to see him, then xy said he was 'am chio-ing' for whatever reason. then we walked ard downtown east to visit the new place and found the exact earrings at some little stall selling 2 for 5$. we have been cheated! argh, and saw kt thre (whut are you doing thre!) very geard's beardy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically we jst slacked ard, and xy said they dun dare to scold us for slacking and not helping at all! haha it wasnt as bad as i expected, jst super super oily and FAT! gahhhhhhhhhh. stupid wusuan came so late so we cldnt go bowling. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously funny part of the night: xy putting makeup for quek! hahahahaha wish i took a vid of it it was super super hilarious! i dont think quek's ever gna want to put makeup anymore after what happened ystd hahaha. quek plsssssssssss put k its so pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote: omg la shawn is such a stingy assssssssssssssssssss. most disgusting guy i ever met who doesnt even wna pay his share for the chalet. SHLDNT YOU PAY MORE SINCE YOU ARE ACTUALLY EARNING AN INCOME UNLIKE THE REST OF US? you kuku buyaolian de shithead you're not even supp to be thre! hope your hippo head rots in the mud. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed off to stjames! apparently the stupid uncle cheated us cuz he went by a super long way unlike the uncle who drove us back. tsk!! you are earning cheated money you cheating lowlife taxi driving uncle! anw we are so ultimately kuku. we saw this sign "this is a private party" outside stjames then we didnt dare to go in! haha who knows the sign is jst obv a @#%#$^ trick from the ppl. eurgh and then we were thre so early, which is even more kuku. had to sit thre and stare at hot GAY guys while waiting for someone to start dancing. then then then on the dance floor, so many gay guys making out and humping! xy was delirious with joy hahaha. apparently thre's a standard gay couple, an OLD angmoh and a young chinese chap. whut is wrong with these ppl?! and some of them are so outrageously hot that we were jst swoooooning on the dance floor watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another seriously funny part, also involving quek: this guy, who xy says is quite hot (belches) and is obv drunk and on drugs, dragged quek to the platform and was going crazy along the way, offering her a drink and ultimately... DRUGS!!! imagine quek a junkie.. somehow, dont think the night was such a blast for quek, we may have scared her into nv makingup and nv clubbing again.&lt;br /&gt;letz hope our next night wont be such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were back at the chalet we decided to play some mahjong downstairs at the bbq pit. then these SHBLs wanted to play with us too! argh feel like throwing the entire table at them. they are stinking up the planet with their stupid lame existence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope SHBLs will find btr meaning in life. amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-341116577653787152?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/341116577653787152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=341116577653787152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/341116577653787152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/341116577653787152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-960606847545835425</id><published>2008-06-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:25:55.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahjong anybody?</title><content type='html'>woo jst finished playing mahjong with my two geard's beardy folks while my dad watched tennis and checked his soccer stuff online. and yes, i lost 70$ to them! so i jst insisted we're jst playing for fun :) anw my mummu is jst, siao ttm. i really feel like taking a vid of her playing mahjong, or jst doing sth extremely normal, and show everyone how she makes it so extremely UN-normal. if anyone had the fortune (or misfortune i shld say) of meeting her you wld know how absolutely mental she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i had a dream that i was playing soccer ystd, which was vair vair vair vair vair geard's beardy. i hope i forget it cuz the memory of it is jst destroying my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, chalet tmr! dunno if i shld feel excited abt it or not. hippo guy =x&lt;br /&gt;-shudders&lt;br /&gt;at least im going to have stjames and mj to distract me from all those creepy stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-960606847545835425?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/960606847545835425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=960606847545835425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/960606847545835425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/960606847545835425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/mahjong-anybody.html' title='mahjong anybody?'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-2471453152293083081</id><published>2008-06-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:40:05.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the click 5</title><content type='html'>argh! -pulls hair out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shelia the monkey was agitating me jst awhile ago. yez she had to tell the entire world on her blog that the click 5 concert was aweeesome. sigh. WHY did i refuse to go? oh yez bcuz im super duper duper broke i cldnt afford the tickets. guess i got no one to blame but myself :( im going to do a shout out to click 5 now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK 5 I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED YOU CAN YOU PLS COME BACK WHEN I AM RICHER? PRETTY PLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep they definitely heard that and they WILL be coming back  no worries abt that. hehehehehehe. im obv deranged from the missed-click-5-disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on the upside, i did finally manage to get my vintage belt so i can wear my blue tunic at last!!!!!!! more moolah flying away. i really shld start trying to save shldnt i? my bank is perpetually empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr, rotted at home the entire day and accomplished.... nothing! i can see my MYE grades alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-2471453152293083081?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/2471453152293083081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=2471453152293083081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2471453152293083081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/2471453152293083081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/click-5.html' title='the click 5'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7939887471941983461.post-7525145801331627823</id><published>2008-06-05T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:01:30.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY 4th june 2008.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's beanie bff's 18th birthday! &lt;/b&gt;she's grounded for like, eternity, until a lvls! so we were scratching our heads thinking what we cld do to celebrate her 18th. then we finally decided to jst call the entire clique ( us three, sheryl cheee- who pangsehed last minute!, joce, honk, abah, hongyu- who cldnt come) to crash her hse! haha and i rmbr last night while i was msging her happy birthday the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bean: hahah jst imagine all the presents piling up outside my hse and then my mom cant even open the door hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;and me who totally misread what she said: omg your mom not going to open the door tmr?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if her mom didnt open the door our surprise obv wld be ruined! so anw yeah bean was msging me all sorts of weird stuffs while i was busy watching disney's beauty and the beast! which is so &lt;3333. i suddenly decided to watch it cuz i read a book called beastly and its like based on it. hmm i really dont rmbr anyth from my childhood :(  haha anw digressing! bean's jc friends were going too, supposedly at 9 cuz the 'main character' (wonder who that is) had tuition later on but changed to 12 in the end. so our timings clashed! when they left we jst arrived. her mom's really geard's beardy. while we were sitting thre she came down at said "wah another group of ppl ah!" in chinese. hrmm. well, seems like beanie's really popular huh. :)  well after sitting at the table for a really long time gossiping abt vj ppl while me and quek jst basically stoned, we left to the airport! so it was me xy quek and abah at t3 'studying'. xy is totally in &lt;33 with hoodies btw, credit to moi (i dunno whether to feel bad or not cuz she's seriously going nuts over them). and then bean msged me and said that we didnt even take out the price tag for the beanie that we gave her! argh quek you bodoh-head.  airport - seriously boring, jst doing vectors after vectors, and after spending a day and a half totally on vectors, i think i still dunno anyth. eurgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY 5th june 2008&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;i forced mummu to go out with me to buy my black heels. since it was at fep we decided to take 551, which is a scammer service cuz the bus timings totally dont follow the schedule. half melted in the sun waiting for the damn bus. so anw headed off to buy my black heels after having lunch at subway. i saw a pretty pair at the 1st shop we see, and when i was paying with my atm, and keying in the pin she asked the cashier "got any credit card discount?" then the cashier said "ya ocbc got 10%" and then i keyed in and pressed enter! so being mummu, she threw a tantrum and asked the cashier to cancel the transaction. she's really off her rocker i mst say. i mean, thre's like this huuuuuge poster outside the store and NEXT to the cashier which says thre's discount but noooo, she doesnt see them. o whateverrrr. then melly bought these weird ADULT SIZED flats at the shop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after buying my shoes at last &lt;333, went off to bugis to national lib and borrowed a few books, one on baking cookies! yay baking again, i hope its not such a terrible disaster. i want naise tasting cookies! then dragged them off to sasa to buy my heated eyelash curler! woo hopefully i get pretty curled naise lashes now with that thingggg. :) bought donuts (FAT) then met dad and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o man, after removing all my makeup i really look like a monster. my dark eye circles!! argh its killing me. i feel like never leaving the hse unless i have concealer on. wld that be too crazy? btw my cucumbers went maddddd so i gta go buy a new one and embarrass myself at ntuc again. gahhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to do some AP GP now (or not). toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7939887471941983461-7525145801331627823?l=bananazplit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/feeds/7525145801331627823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7939887471941983461&amp;postID=7525145801331627823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7525145801331627823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7939887471941983461/posts/default/7525145801331627823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bananazplit.blogspot.com/2008/06/first.html' title='the first'/><author><name>bananazplit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14276985999530198719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
