<?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-35857007</id><updated>2012-01-10T08:26:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANAbanana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-3233050892555821538</id><published>2007-05-01T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:36:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i couldnt get an answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) EVERYBODY PLEASE CELEBRATE WE HAVE FINALLY GOT THE 2 NOOBS TO COMMUNICATE. xue jun and terrance! :D YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;(b) I FEEL SO LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;(c) somehow i feel like im too old to continue blogging. :\ oh god. soon, i'll be thinking abt botox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-3233050892555821538?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/3233050892555821538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=3233050892555821538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/3233050892555821538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/3233050892555821538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-night-i-couldnt-get-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-8690298316556291582</id><published>2007-04-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:18:39.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gooooogle me paris</title><content type='html'>1. Go to Google Maps&lt;br /&gt;2. Click on "Get directions"&lt;br /&gt;3. From New York&lt;br /&gt;4. To Paris&lt;br /&gt;5. Read line # 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you laugh, comment &amp;amp; repost this on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. i swear, you wont regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-8690298316556291582?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/8690298316556291582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=8690298316556291582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/8690298316556291582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/8690298316556291582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/04/gooooogle-me-paris.html' title='gooooogle me paris'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-5950491902602733879</id><published>2007-04-12T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:10:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hungry and i feel like eating oreo/orea/oreo mint/orea mint/orea chocolate etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so hungry i can eat a cow and prataman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i swear i didnt write the above statement, its yukai showing his inner desires )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok, im not jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;everybody say hello to my noob friend!!&lt;br /&gt;please help her communicate with the love of her life by donating to our fund&lt;br /&gt;please call 1800-i-love-terrance to donate. donate generously people!&lt;br /&gt;my noob friend is an endangered species and she might die if she doesnt talk to him soon&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, im just kidding! my friend's too cool for him so yupp thats just a hell load of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;love you big big&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANA banana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-5950491902602733879?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/5950491902602733879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=5950491902602733879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/5950491902602733879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/5950491902602733879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-hello-im-hungry-and-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-6043501340097590809</id><published>2007-04-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:25:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO hana emo</title><content type='html'>OMG GO WATCH THE VIDEO. ITS NOTHING DIRTY OR R-RATED I SWEAR. ITS REALLY REALLY CUTE. please please please. watch it and spread the luuuuurve. anyway i love banana nut crunch cereal from post, its really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dont we all wish that parents will get the point that we DO NOT like to be controlled, we DO NOT like to be told WHAT to do, HOW to do it, WHEN to do it, WHERE to do it etc etc. cause there comes a time when their little baby girl or baby boy has grown up. we want to lead our own life the way we choose. considering the fact that we go to school and learn all this " how to be a critical thinker " and whatnots, i think its quite reasonable to allow us to make decisions the way we deem fit for ourselves. ultimately, we're gna be the ones to face the consequences so yupp. why cant that just get it? its not its THAT difficult. basically, it's just the lack of trust between 2 parties. i think this has been a problem faced by teenagers for years and years. zzz. maybe even since prehistoric times. ... so what hope is there for change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-6043501340097590809?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/6043501340097590809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=6043501340097590809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/6043501340097590809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/6043501340097590809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-hana-emo.html' title='EMO hana emo'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-5593213075915470686</id><published>2007-04-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:35:03.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK YOU GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THIS VIDEO. ITS REALLY REALLY CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HEREBY DECLARE THAT I HATE PEOPLE WHO EAT OTTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make love people. we should all make love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epUk3T2Kfno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dont know how to do the link so copy paste ok kiddos? i swear, you wont regret it. you'd be amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-5593213075915470686?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/5593213075915470686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=5593213075915470686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/5593213075915470686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/5593213075915470686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-god-ok-you-guys-have-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-706259118489304371</id><published>2007-02-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:16:22.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiya!</title><content type='html'>OMG HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MANAGED TO SORT OF HACK INTO MY OWN ACCOUNT TO CHANGE TO THIS NEW BLOGGER SHIT ( although i swear, theres nothing different -________-" ). OK THAT IS SUCH A BIG LIE CAUSE I 'M THE WORSE TECHIE OUT THERE. BUT BY SOME WEIRD COOL SHITASS MIRACLE, I REMEMBERED MY PASSWORD -_______________-" YOU CANT BLAME ME, I DIDNT START THIS ACCOUNT. WOHOO. SO IM HERE AT 1210 AM TO TELL XUE JUN TO STOP FLOODING MY TAG BOARD WITH HER SALIVATION. TERRANCE'S ( sp? ) PHOTO ISNT HERE SO PLEASE WET YOUR OWN YEAR BOOK AND LEAVE MY BLOG ALONE. HAIYA! ( punches the air )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GOOD NIGHT KIDDOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching house of wax for the second time on HBO and paris hilton is hot. i like her. and for some weird reason i've been spelling comfortable and comfartable. Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-706259118489304371?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/706259118489304371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=706259118489304371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/706259118489304371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/706259118489304371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/02/haiya.html' title='haiya!'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116992046791874823</id><published>2007-01-28T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:54:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sink and die</title><content type='html'>hello hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a really bad headache right now. and i dont know why. im so tired. are you tired? i feel thirsty. i miss st*rbucks. alot. im sleepy. my body is aching so so much from friday. omg first PE lesson of the year, yepp its quite amazing how i've managed to escape running since school started 3 weeks ago? oh god, it's been soooo fast, time SURE flies when you're having fun. hur, ok im still working on my sarcasm. ok, i think im catching a cold. im tired. good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i really love the art of miming. its so much fun, was doing it during squash on friday. its soooooooo cool yo.  :D :D ask hui tian. i love squash but i feel too lazy to go for training. speaking of exercising, i think i shd get some sort of plaque for running 6 rounds and going for training cause i'm the laziest person alive( when it comes to sports )! :D hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found $2 in cck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116992046791874823?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116992046791874823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116992046791874823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116992046791874823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116992046791874823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/sink-and-die.html' title='sink and die'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116929551489742141</id><published>2007-01-20T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:18:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake and bake</title><content type='html'>YELLO kiddos! ( oh god, this rhymes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been raining so much this couple of days dont you think so? and im super affected by it. ok exaggeration.  it's not like theres a flood outside my house. urm it just makes me very tired and sleepy. zzzz. but theres so much work to do, i hate school. like alot ): i dont want to do anything else except sleep, shop, eat and other necessary stuff.  i feel like drinking a coffee bean drink. like really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wna go shop (: god i'm having such a bad moodswing. its terrible. nonetheless its a birth right&lt;br /&gt; :D i hope my sunday will be more eventful than today. today was shit, i hate it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116929551489742141?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116929551489742141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116929551489742141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116929551489742141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116929551489742141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/shake-and-bake.html' title='shake and bake'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116887623268601165</id><published>2007-01-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:59:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-11</title><content type='html'>i am a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wna shop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! IM SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU EXCITED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new/temp gp teacher. wendy goh is it? is it a mrs or ms? i cant remember but shes really good. i wish she had pursued her passion for writing. i love passionate people because i'm not passionate, not in the least. i really admire people who want to take jobs despite the low pay because they're passionate about the things they like. i will never be like that which is quite sad ): somehow, i feel that making money is my top priority. in other words, i am your true blue singa-porean. isnt that pathetic? ok, maybe not really cause i'll have so many mother hot CHANEL BAGS. OMG CHANEEEEEEEEEL IS LOVE. everybody please go chanel.com and see  hot chanel bags. ok i'm so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night and have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116887623268601165?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116887623268601165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116887623268601165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116887623268601165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116887623268601165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/s-11.html' title='S-11'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116869763910125212</id><published>2007-01-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:13:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whadduuuuuuuup</title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love miss loh. my idol. omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116869763910125212?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116869763910125212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116869763910125212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116869763910125212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116869763910125212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/whadduuuuuuuup.html' title='whadduuuuuuuup'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116817055307514787</id><published>2007-01-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:49:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miiiilooooo</title><content type='html'>YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back. my weekeend has been sooooooo boring. i didnt do anything ): i feel so streessed. i dont want to do my 24 reading logs. i feel so troubled. so many things to do and yet im holding it off, hoping and praying that they'll all somehow disintergrate. so gross. ): so stressed. i feel so stupid for feeling stressed cause its just the beginning of the year. and stress effects are really bad, i've been eating more than usual and spending frivolously ( sp? ) yuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wna get the moto ( RED ) phone which supports aids. its so pretty. i like. im watching catch me if you can right now and it looks really really good. and i feel like drinkg some milo so i'm gna make me some. oh and yesterday i watched star wars: attack of the clones. omgz, the love lines/scenes are just waaaaaaaaaaaay too cheesy for me, i couldnt stop cringing. ok bye bye, milo calls! see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love milo, milo dinosaur and milo godzilla. mmm.. oh yeah :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116817055307514787?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116817055307514787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116817055307514787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116817055307514787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116817055307514787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/miiiilooooo.html' title='miiiilooooo'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116798956157777331</id><published>2007-01-05T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:32:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extinction</title><content type='html'>YELLOW KIDDOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you guys? i know i know, i can hear you screaming. the lack of entries is so appalling. i am appalled and extremely disturbed ( zzz )  by my laziness.  yeah sure, i suppose we as human beings live in denial to a  certain extent so please forgive me. anyway, its 2007!! i know i know, damn lag since it's already the 5th! ( OMG 4 mths to my birthday!! ) i've been waiting forever for 2007 for 365 and a quarter days, like how long is that?! anyway, last year of school life. i mean, uni life and school life is a tad different isnt it, cause somehow your sense of smell can detect something called  freeeeeeeedom. i wonder if everybody knows in which direction they'll be heading to in a year's time. hopefully, we all make the right decisions and reap in big big MOO=MONEY when we start working or maybe just be happy with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school's been such a bore. tests tests and more tests. today we had math. which s u c k e d. i'm really really annoyed with myself cause i only found out that i had a careless mistake after the " your time is up " ZZZ.  i should just kick myself so hard right now. and it was so freaking cooooooooold ): i was shivering, we were in there for what seemed like an eternity ( 3 hours to be exact ) i felt like a slab of meat in the freezer begging to be defrosted, not to be eaten of course. i dont know why i just compared myself to a slab of meat. dont ask. anyway, today i was making a big HOOHA about mandarin oranges. mandarin refers to chinese right? why are they called mandarin oranges? could it be because they're grown by chinese farmers? but what it a may-lay farmer wanted to grow it? maybe they can only be grown in china. i'm not sure and it bugs me although it is such a STUPID question ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more prataman!! ): how sad is that man. we used to be best friends during first three months. god knows where he is now. ok so i decided to go on friendster to check if prataman had an account. so i searched his name : prata man, prataman, prata. OBVIOUSLY i know he's nick name wont be prataman but this is just for the fun of it and OBVIOUSLY i wont search for man cause, thats just stupid. so only the prata gave me results, so if you're bored check out this out yo: http://www.friendster.com/usersearch.php?search=1&amp;country=SG&amp;amp;usearch=prata. ok copy paste la, i'm a noob ( self declared ) so i cant do the link thingy. can la, but lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello my name is hara.&lt;br /&gt;im mongolian and in the student exchange programme from your school. nice to meet you, my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, somebody actually fell for that. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116798956157777331?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116798956157777331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116798956157777331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116798956157777331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116798956157777331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2007/01/extinction.html' title='extinction'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116689082200755861</id><published>2006-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:20:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO KIDDOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to tell you a politically correct bed time story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hana and her purple (not like it mattered cause im not a colour-ist) tooth brush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night (if not early morning) before i go into my deep slumber i'd stand in my bathroom and brush my teeth with my ouh so sexy toothpaste. After which, i'd feel extremely refreshed and ready for sleep and the horrible dreams( ie nightmares ) to come. may the tooth brush and i live happily ever after. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life in vivid techni-colour detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supp to blog about my life. but today was rather monotonous. i bought a dress and i ate fries. large fries which cost $2.45. i was counting the coins and hoping that i'd have exact. i contemplated giving the cashier $2.60 cause i had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; $1 coins and like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; 20 cent coins. but i didnt want to receive and 5 cent coins as change so  i gave the cashier $2.50. after which i realise that theres no escape and that freaking 5 cents will be mine no matter what. and i felt really sad ): SO i gave my change to mr ronald mc donald fund. i dont like the big red hair/shoes. i swear his head is too big for his body. ok that was what my day consisted of, pathetic aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;hana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116689082200755861?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116689082200755861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116689082200755861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116689082200755861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116689082200755861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-kiddos.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116610650095741226</id><published>2006-12-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:28:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my obsession</title><content type='html'>hello pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its been a long time!  i just wna tell people about my new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my insatiable ( look ma! im using what i learnt from my 1100 word vocab bk)  craving. my  well you know, how i get hooked on to things so easily and i knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'d be next.  my addiction to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;has completely enslaved me. cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; taste so mother goooooooooooood. how i must have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;every single day. how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re my first thought when i wake up and my last thought before i sleep. if i could just have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; right now. mmm..just fucking come to me ( im sorry for the sexual connotations :p ) oh my, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are just so sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q257/noisybirdie/DietCoke-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for zero calories. all hail diet coke [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello mr nice nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116610650095741226?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116498651903576301</id><published>2006-12-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:21:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk, dont run baby.</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i've blogged. i realised its so much easier to write entries when you're feeling emo.zzz.  strangely, i've been pretty okay with the way life is but like lately, i've become an emo kid again, i think its the weather. it MUST be the weather or just uh plain old girl stuff. i've been thinking alot ( maybe thats the cause of my emo-ness ) sometimes i really hate how i think about things so much cause i can never evaluate the things that im thinking about and come up with like a good solid conclusion. one which is correct. but then again, who's to say what is correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im supp to be doing my reading logs right now, but cannot make it. its just so dry like those dirt cheap sponge cakes. urgh, yuckz. i've got so much to do, thinking abt it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while playing swings yesterday, i've realised that maybe my self worth is like size 00. its beyond disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to believe that this is inconsequential&lt;br /&gt;how do you spell disillusionment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my entries are SO disjointed that nobody understands. i swear. but its more of a note to self kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay see you guys! enjoy your hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;br /&gt;hana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116498651903576301?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116498651903576301/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>my mum told me to " control my emotions " uh sure, i'll just put it on a  leash and bring out for a walk. zzz. i dont like that phrase, it bugs me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116420552079069948?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116420552079069948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116420552079069948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116420552079069948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116420552079069948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116411266765237296</id><published>2006-11-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:37:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through the kaleidoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;hello everybody, i would like to introduce to you my 2 best friends.  one's called billy and the other uh doesnt have a name yet so we shall refer to him as the unnamed1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q257/noisybirdie/goat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's billy. he's staring intently into the camera. cute huh, loving the horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q257/noisybirdie/lamb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unnamed1 didnt want to strike a pose. frankly, i think he's a bit girly, damn gay la but i love him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anybody eat anything which looks like them? ): i feel sad.  i wna keep a pet goat when i grow up and im gna call him billy. i'll never ever eat lamb or goat again, not in this lifetime or the next. i feel depressed just thinking abt it. mock me if you must, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;pronoun; the nominative singular pronoun, used by a speaker referring to himself or herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;noun; a lack of something wanted or deemed necessary, urgent want, as of something requisite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: &lt;b&gt;money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;b&gt;food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: &lt;b&gt;my great affection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;all of which are missing.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116411266765237296?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116411266765237296/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>its my party and i'll cry if i want to.</title><content type='html'>yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's beeen so monotonous. i know i know, what more do i expect? something sexciting wouldnt hurt, right God? uh i've not been doing anything much except eating ( monotonous i tell you ) it's such a routine, i could eat with my eyes closed ( it's not a feat, but so what? sue me ) i hope this isnt gna start the rhythm for the coming week cause thats just depressing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and friendster has been a great source of entertainment :D i loves loves loves it. the guys on friendster are just plain weird and desperate? it's quite funny. wait, i mean deliriously funny. so funny i- could- pee- in- my- pants- funny.  listen to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i see you have viewed my profile. since there has been a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; change of vibes,&lt;/span&gt; maybe you could give me a ring at 9________ for dinner or coffee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of vibes? seriously. thats just plain freaky. hopefully, he's a visitor from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out there&lt;/span&gt;. he reminds me of  those men/people that mothers always warn you about- " dont talk to strangers/ dont get into cars with strangers bla3 " and you (or at least I) always rolled my eyes cause it seemed nearly impossible that such scoundrels would be preying on people like you and me someday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see la, your mah-der is always right, listen to her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok the whole 2 lines are total bullshit. cause firstly, my mother has never said such things to me and besides, the last time me and s hitched a ride, he turned out to own a shisha place so whats so bad abt that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i learnt a new song, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;10 little monkeys jumping on the bed&lt;br /&gt;one fell off and bumped his head&lt;br /&gt;mama called the doctor&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor said&lt;br /&gt;"hey, the monkey is so dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i sing a little song and do a little dance, does it make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you were king of hearts &lt;blockquote&gt;( or at least my king )&lt;/blockquote&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/35857007-116396069275643721?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116396069275643721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116396069275643721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116396069275643721'/><link 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classified under the list of emotionally scarring  events. today i ate and i ate and i ate and i ate, never ending i tell you. i felt like those squirrels who collect food for the coming winter, except i was storing it at all the wrong places ( in my thighs, tummies and whatnot ) and more importantly there is no winter. did you read the  papers? the bit about the brazilian model who died from anorexia? Girls have this obsession about being skinny. REALLY skinny, i think even stick-thin wouldnt give justice to the thiness some of us dream of, maybe more like a line-drawn-with-a-sharp-2B-pencil thin. i mean we're talking about a size 00. (although, it's quite unbelievable considering the fact that in school we learn that the number after 0 is -1.) the importance of eating enough to survive while phrases like "&lt;b&gt;a moment at the lips is a lifetime at the hips" &lt;/b&gt;continuously resound in our head. the importance of having bones clearly visible/protruding at the appropriate places. it can be tough being a girl you know. but hey, i've got a plan why dont we all just walk around with x-ray prints stuck to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feed me with your bullshit, clearly the trees along the road are in dire need of it. Not me, so save it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard life i tell you, like dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanabanana&lt;br /&gt;xxxzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116386037896969148?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116386037896969148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116386037896969148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116386037896969148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116386037896969148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/11/queer-eye.html' title='queer eye.'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116378622611631869</id><published>2006-11-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:57:06.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to liberation?</title><content type='html'>i dont even know where to begin. i guess the start would be the most sensible move. so today marked the end of this whirlwind romance. it was a classic case of too fast too furious.  it was done distastefully on msn, doing it in person would have been my personal choice.  Gives the end more character doesnt it?  it's kinda weird, how i reacted. i just laughed it off when he told me, i was saying " hahaha okay, if you say so " and i proceeded by asking how his day was. the conversation continued with a series of ridiculous questions on my part and spurts of laughter in the most inapporpriate places. this is why i wouldnt have done it on msn, its so fake? it makes reality sink in at the speed of a moving glacier. sigh. thinking back now, i feel quite bad faking it. like it didnt matter and that i couldnt give a flying fuck about whats going on. clearly, i did see this coming and i was sort of coming to terms with it. but maybe i should have put in more emotion into the conversation, more sad smiley faces and "sighs" instead of "hahahaha" i guess. i dont know, it's not like i've become immune to this whole thing, like i'm some robot but its just that i cant do it over msn. i do care really, maybe i'd cared more if it happened like a  week ago, hell i would actually be bawling my eyes out thinking abt it but im not. im calm collected and c____? ( sorry i cant think of another c word to coomplete how i feel ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afternoon was dreary, time was crawling like a snail and it didnt help that every single mother song on tv was about love or heartbreak. god are you there? please stop it, you really arent helping, you know. -___________-" and i had an infuriating conversation at night, it made me think a lot about what has happened and what is to come.  it made me realise that this wasnt anybody's fault. he was going through the phase of chasing his dreams or whatever you wna call it. and gfs ( urgh, i hate that word ) uh having a companion (?) was a mere want, something which was inconsequential? and i'm a very impatient person and i hate to be kept waiting.  sometimes, i wish you'd learn to prioritize and realize that humans are sometimes more important than activities. but wth, i might be just like you some day. i've tried to be as mature and understanding about your busy schedule and your excuses but nonetheless i think you're stupid you know. it feels so good to say that. i wish i could tell it to your face, but i cant cause i dont even want to look at you ( for fear of throwing acid in your face..zzz ) and more importantly, i deleted you off my msn. stupid.  i told my sister about what happened and i really like what she said. when he said " do you want your things back? " ( he was referring to the stuff i gave him. ) she said i should have said " yeah i'll donate them. they're better off with the less fortunate. " hahahhahaa. hot stuff. but of course, i said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard life i tell you, like dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanabanana!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116378622611631869?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116378622611631869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116378622611631869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116378622611631869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116378622611631869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-liberation.html' title='to liberation?'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116273985625218846</id><published>2006-11-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:17:36.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love peach tea :)</title><content type='html'>hello im back, after less than a week, isnt that an improvement! i told you i wont let this die. well things have been rather shitty on my side of the bed/world/tampines whatever you wna call it.  i've been super MIA cause i've been feeling really shitty. having bad dreams, bad quarrells, bad entertainment, bad life etc etc. and right now im listening to the man of the moment, justin timberHOT.  hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there was an interval just now.  the argument reached a climax and its really bad. i think we have reached the point of no return. you shouldnt have said the things you said, it was extremely hurtful. never did i imagine, that i would be so vulnerable to your actions/words. even if it is the L-word, the god damn mother fucking four letter words, it doesnt really matter anymore does it? and i'll try not to bitch too much about you, but who am i trying to kid? do you think i am THAT stupid. what do you take me for? ok, this sounds like a pep talk i need before the break-up speech. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was quite alright ( apart from the melodrama, which i hope will not be a prelude to my holidays ) i wasnt that bored. talked to justin, arnold and nora so it wasnt all that bad (: yupp! played hang man with justin and arnold. i love stupid games. oh whatever has happened to charade! and then i met a HOT HOT HOT BOY. OMG he's definitely bringing sexy back. he's chinese but looks eurasian, weirdly. maybe because of his (fake) blond/brunette locks.  i know sounds gay. but still, he's hot la. omgz. sometimes i wish i didnt know how to appreciate beauty as much. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all kids, oh wait my horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stubbornness could get the best of you -- watch your step to prevent it. Are you really hearing what this person is trying to tell you, or are you just hearing that their ideas are different from yours? Pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my, im pretty sure i heard him correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116273985625218846?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116273985625218846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116273985625218846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116273985625218846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116273985625218846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-peach-tea.html' title='i love peach tea :)'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116226622146019266</id><published>2006-10-31T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:43:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is not dead ( or maybe im just in denial ) but it isnt okay! im gna try to revive it with my writing skills ( or lack thereof )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: WHERE'S EVERYBODY? i know hols just started but it seems like people are disintegrating into thin air or something? i thought we were suppose to go hang( pause ) out? what telah happen? let's go eat at YOSHINOYA at VIVO city!!! haha, i dont even know if there's a yoshi at vivo actually but we hang soon okay (before i forget all your names)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: I DONT WANT TO DO HOMEWORK.  I HATE PW. FUCK PW. i believe that i speak for the majority of us when i say that. sigh, im trying to do I&amp;amp;R right now, but cannot make it. i keep getting distracted by the FAT CAT!!! OMGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: MAH JONG WITH BLACK SEXY TILES PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: ok FAT CAT is damn FAT. you know why, cause it likes to look out of the house through the gate. but since its so FAT, only its head can stick out and its really funny, cause half of its body is in the house. stupid cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: OMG! lets bake! i feel like baking muffins! :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6: i took a good look at my result slip and it feels quite good/alright if i might say so. i wanted my 4 As actually, i didnt get it but i was close enough. so YAY! lets go out to celebrate our promo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: ok lets end this with hana's favourite past time ( NO IT ISNT THINKING ABT PRATAMAN OR ANYBODY ) my horoscope! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your rock-solid common sense wavers when confronted with a seemingly endless series of 'what ifs.' Don't panic -- try to enjoy this instead. You don't have to make any decisions. Just enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok love you guys muchos!&lt;br /&gt;hanabanana&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116226622146019266?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116226622146019266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116226622146019266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116226622146019266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116226622146019266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-hello-this-blog-is-not-dead-or.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116115419091569882</id><published>2006-10-18T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:49:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what it feels like to be preggie</title><content type='html'>if this is how it feels like to be pregnant..&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather not ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told xj it was terrance's baby&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if i was next to her, she would have bitch slapped me&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully, i was in the safety of my room (:&lt;br /&gt;but she tried to shang my shing and lie to me&lt;br /&gt;" yes there's school tmr "&lt;br /&gt;SO BITCHY PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG YES, MAHJONG WITH BLACK SEXY TILES TOMORROW :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116115419091569882?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116115419091569882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116115419091569882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116115419091569882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116115419091569882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-it-feels-like-to-be-preggie.html' title='what it feels like to be preggie'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116096462969211742</id><published>2006-10-16T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:10:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;xue jun would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;"hana likes  to use the banana wand to turn others into bananas. and then she'll eat all of them up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui tian would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;"Hanabana is a paedophile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei kuan would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;"shi san yao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle lin would like to say:&lt;br /&gt;"i want E for physics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana says:&lt;br /&gt;hi sexy. i got back my results. urgh. i want my GP grade ): i feel like eating prata. where's prata man! I ate prata banana yesterday. it was daaaaaaaamn good. ok i wna go back to sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my horoscope from msn.com&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely not a good day to stay home and do household chores, dear Taurus. If you do, some sad and rather irrational thoughts may plague you throughout the day. No matter what the weather's like, it would be far better to get out and do anything that would keep your mind focused on something positive. Go shopping, attend a sports event, see a movie, or visit a friend. Whatever you do, get your mind off yourself. Go enjoy your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my horoscope from yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Quickie:If there's something you want to do today make obtaining it your top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which is it? they are such opposites :\ i have some issues, can i have some tissues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116096462969211742?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116096462969211742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116096462969211742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116096462969211742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116096462969211742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116092516517754074</id><published>2006-10-15T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:12:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy tiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO HELLO HELLO! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS DEDICATED TO ONE OF MY FANS, ms TAN HUI TIAN ( ANG TIONG )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time. and this week has been terrible. i hate it. its been a roller coaster of emotions. anger, happiness, disappointment, regret(maybe?), joy, jealousy, hatred, amusement, confusion, felt perturbed at times and like a hell lot more. i dont want to go through it ever again, even if you paid me a hundred bucks, it's a definite no. its been so exhausting and emotionally draining. all i wna do is mahjong and sleep, is that too much to ask for? ): anyway, tian has got new mah jong tiles, they are black. i bet its so damn sexy and yummy :9 i cant wait to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my sat was spent at hui tians house watching 9pm channel 8 show so the horoscope is total rubbish pls! well parts of it at least. anyway i dont want to go to school tomorrow. and i heard sch ends in 2 weeks. thats like forever. i wna stay at home and sleep! ): so sad ok. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the GP com in my school. i deserve that grade and you should give it to me. worked my ass off for it and i will fucking get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad calls me HANABANA pls. so cacat. i love kenneth. kenneth loves harun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanaBANA&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116092516517754074?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116092516517754074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116092516517754074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116092516517754074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116092516517754074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/sexy-tiles.html' title='sexy tiles.'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116075708756352937</id><published>2006-10-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:31:27.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please leave a message after the tone&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;*Beep*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;hello hana,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;this is your horoscope for 141006&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quickie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to reveal your hand too soon or else you may lose your competitive edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours is yours, and you're going to hold onto it no matter what! That's your mood right now, but watch out -- a little possessiveness can be cute, but too much of it can be downright smothering.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;this would mean that:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;#1:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;must play high class bridge cause I cant reveal my hand, something which I never fail to do. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Ok I cant make anymore inferences except that the overview is quite true. Freaky!! Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily extended:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast thinking on your part could make all the difference today, so keep looking at things from different angles and prepare a few suggestions just in case you are asked for your input today. Try not to reveal your hand before it is the right time to do so -- you wouldn't want to share too much information and lose your competitive edge. It's time to keep your secrets closely guarded. This might be against your generous nature, but it is in your best interests.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be going shopping today so I have no idea how the safe keeping of secrets would apply. Hrm, its not like im gna buy/do anything illegal right? Don’t look at me like that, im a good girl, a guai kia. HAHAHAHA. Sure and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok ok, I shall update abt my shopping day and see if it corresponds in any way. See you!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanabanana&lt;br /&gt;( rihanna pOngZzZz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Beep*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116075708756352937?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116075708756352937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116075708756352937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116075708756352937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116075708756352937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-leave-message-after-tone-beep.html' title=''/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116058012685951817</id><published>2006-10-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:22:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexybananas&amp;more</title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to mahjong. i eat sleep dream mahjong. i have an immense craving to have a feel of the tiles in my hands. ok sounds sick but im addicted. i wna pongZzZz, chi, and 13 wonders my way to BIIIIIIIIGGGG MONEEEEEEEEY. BIIIIIIIG MONEEEEEEEY. ok im sleepy. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks tian for the sexy blog. I LOVE MONKEYS AND BANANAS. they are so sexy esp when the monkey is carrying a banana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanabanana&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116058012685951817?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116058012685951817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116058012685951817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116058012685951817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116058012685951817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/sexybananasmore.html' title='sexybananas&amp;more'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35857007.post-116057792101382357</id><published>2006-10-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:45:21.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love to mahjong and blog.</title><content type='html'>HELLO I AM TAN HUI TIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana doesn't know how to create a blog so i have to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HANA LOVES HUITIAN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35857007-116057792101382357?l=hananananana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/feeds/116057792101382357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35857007&amp;postID=116057792101382357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116057792101382357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35857007/posts/default/116057792101382357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hananananana.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-to-mahjong-and-blog.html' title='i love to mahjong and blog.'/><author><name>sglovesbags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
