<?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-7779689522262757949</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:26.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Raining BaNANAs</title><subtitle type='html'>Trials and Tribulations of a Banana's Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8702360460124424805</id><published>2011-12-09T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:48:14.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small dog with a BIG attitude.</title><content type='html'>Today, a part of me left this world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My puppy, Floss, passed away. She was 9, ancient in little dog years. She was a Miniature Pinscher, black with brown detailing on her brows, chest and paws. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the day we got her. She belonged to my older sister's friend and her family. They couldn't take care of her anymore. Floss wasn't getting along with their German Shepherd (who bullied her). It was time she got a new home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters and I never really had any pets. We live in a predominantly Muslim neighborhood in a terrace house. Coupled with our collective busy schedules, it was not conducive for having a dog. For some reason that I will never find out, my mother (the queen of the house) okay-ed the decision to take Floss in. I'm sure dad had &lt;i&gt;some &lt;/i&gt;say in it too, right D? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoqa703aGgc/TuLVl-zN7zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sjG1fGu1P1Y/s1600/Floss2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoqa703aGgc/TuLVl-zN7zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sjG1fGu1P1Y/s320/Floss2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684340528184684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day we got her, she sauntered in through the front door like she owned the place. She seemed tentative, but she got the hang of our house pretty quickly. I remember everything that came with her-- the dog food, the cage, the pink pillow. I remember also that Mom had said she was to sleep downstairs in our kitchen. Me and my sister Hillary were reluctant. We tried to get Mom to agree to let Floss sleep upstairs by saying things like, "everyone else lets their dog sleep in their bed." Mom stood her ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, as I lay in my bed, I heard our new pet crying and whining downstairs in the dark kitchen. I looked over at Hillary and we both were thinking the same thing-- "Operation Get Floss Upstairs." We snuck out of our rooms (we're experts) and got the pitiful puppy into our room. We also got her pink pillow, thinking that Mom wouldn't be so upset if we made Floss sleep on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floss slept through the night and so did I. The first thing I woke up to that morning was Floss kicking the parquet floor of my room. The second thing I saw was pee on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Aww crap.." I thought to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom to get toilet paper. I cleaned up her pee, sans complaints, whines or resentment. I lifted Floss up to my bed we just hung out. She seemed content. So did I. I remember the scent of my room after Floss spending the night. It smelled of dog. Not the bad kind. It was the smell of my puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many other memories I associate with Floss. Some involving my relatives, some involving my friends, many involving my sisters and my family. Our relatives always joked about cooking Floss. Not a very funny joke, I have to say. No, not funny at all. We called Floss a racist dog. She always barked at people with darker skin tones. It was amusing to watch. She was yappy for her size. God, was she yappy. Whenever the postman came by, we'd be bombarded with the screech of his motorcycle paired with Floss's shrill barks. Oh were those glorious, glorious sounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0p0opEYq04/TuLVtiI2QuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/10Km4MMCfSU/s1600/Floss%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0p0opEYq04/TuLVtiI2QuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/10Km4MMCfSU/s320/Floss%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684340657929732834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not all the memories of Floss were great. I remember that she was a source of tension between my father and us sisters. He'd complain the we never got up early enough to let her out in the morning. Or that we didn't take enough baths for her. I guess he thought of her as his little baby, just like all of us did. Mom wasn't a fan of Floss. It was funny to watch her grow from being semi-warm towards the little four-legged pup to secretly feeding her under the table when we were eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floss was my baby. Everyone said so. She &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;my baby. She'd always wait for me by our door after school, her stump of a tail wagging ever so vigorously. As soon as I'd get off the bus, she'd be there, standing, ears folded backwards, jumping happily in circles. Some days, I thought "Man, it must be nice to have someone so happy to see you all the time. Like a celebrity." She always did the same for both my sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before I left for the States, I just lay on the couch with my pooch at my side. She knew, I think, that I was leaving. She seemed to quiet and calm, as if reassuring &lt;i&gt;me, &lt;/i&gt; that everything was going to be alright. My oldest sister had told me earlier some time that small dogs don't live as long as big dogs and that Floss might die while I was abroad. I was pretty upset when she said that. The next morning, when I was about to get in the car, I looked back at my house, taking in the place where I grew up. I stooped down to give Floss a hug. She wouldn't come to me. She refused. I was choking up, and I felt as if my dog was rejecting me. Ooo burrnn.. I finally just caught her and gave her a giant hug. She didn't lick me. It was very unlike her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I look back, perhaps it was her way of saying, "this isn't goodbye. I'll see you again. stop being so dramatic." Haha, she &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;always have this haughty air about her. Little Miss Prissy. Here in the States, I remember being on the phone with mom. She told me that Floss missed me. Mom had been folding up some laundry when Floss came up to her pile and grabbed one of my underwear, safeguarding it. Mom told me also that Floss would go up to my room and sit there, waiting for me. Little did Floss know, that anecdote had made me cry when I heard it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this semester, Dad texted me, saying that Floss had run away. I'd received the text in the (not so) wee hours of the morning. My oldest sister had left the front door open and Floss had decided to go on a little adventure. She was lost for about 3 days. I was distraught. I couldn't do anything, being so far away from home. I did what my generation did best. I posted a cry for help on Facebook, hoping someone would have some information about my precious puppy. Surprisingly someone did. Floss came home, a little shaken up. But she didn't care. She was all "yea I went on an adventure. Sue me.. sheesh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters would send me pictures of Floss from time to time, trying to give me updates. Sometimes Dad would text me, telling me that Floss had aged a lot over the last five years. I hated getting those texts that reminded me that she could go at any time. When I went home two years ago, I was a little miffed that Floss didn't quite give me the welcome I was expecting. There was no stump-wagging, or pulled back ears. She just seemed tentative. I guess she had a new favorite, Hillary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just like that first morning after Floss stayed with us, there was not a feeling of resentment. I mean how petty would I be to hold a grudge against &lt;i&gt;a dog. &lt;/i&gt;I guess there are some things you overlook when you love something so much.  I remember the one time Mom decided to return Floss to her previous owner. Dad had decided that we girls weren't giving her the proper responsibility she deserved. My uncle and aunt were in town from Singapore that weekend. I cried and cried the day she left. I was so upset with myself for letting her be given back. The next morning, when I came down for breakfast, my aunt remarked at my swollen eyes. All I could do was smile feebly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, Floss left for good. A few days ago, my family noticed that she was having stomach problems. They didn't think anything of it. As it worsened, they took her to the vet, only to find that her stomach had ruptured. Even though she was a healthy dog (says the vet), complications arose. Even though the surgery went successfully, Death eventually claimed my puppy for his own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that sucks the most is that I was supposed to go home in a month. I had been so excited to see my little puppy. and my family of course. When I do come home, my puppy wouldn't be waiting for me at the door. The house would be silent of her yaps when the mailman rides by. There wouldn't be any poo waiting to be cleaned up when we come home from a long day. There wouldn't be any stump-wagging or ear-folding. There will be no Floss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are countless of things I wish I could tell you about Floss. How she curls up when she sleeps, or how she stares at you with her bug-eyes. I could tell you about how protective she gets when we give her Denta, or how she embodies the spirit of youth by always looking young. I could tell you that because of Floss, I prefer small dogs over larger dogs.  I could also tell you how Floss taught my family the responsibility of caring for a pet, of loving a pet. I could tell you that despite how we might have ill-treated her (perhaps unintentionally), Floss continued to love without condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find solace in knowing that she is no longer suffering from pain, that she had a good life with my family and that she could spend the rest of her life with people who loved her and doted on her every move. I find solace in knowing that she made an impact on our lives just as much as we had on hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to Floss. from a hundred thousand miles away, I love you with all my heart and wish that you rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye my furry friend. Sleep well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYl4QihaEBM/TuLVyCmWvOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/i5u-hPA9wv8/s1600/Floss%2B4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYl4QihaEBM/TuLVyCmWvOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/i5u-hPA9wv8/s320/Floss%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684340735362907362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8702360460124424805?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8702360460124424805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8702360460124424805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8702360460124424805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8702360460124424805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/12/small-dog-with-big-attitude.html' title='A small dog with a BIG attitude.'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoqa703aGgc/TuLVl-zN7zI/AAAAAAAAAgA/sjG1fGu1P1Y/s72-c/Floss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1052249395536855190</id><published>2011-11-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:49:53.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People never realize</title><content type='html'>People never realize how how much they mean to you, or how much you have to offer till you disappear from their lives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then frantic acts of redemption that border desperation -- not sincerity -- and you, a person who cares so &lt;i&gt;damn &lt;/i&gt;much, do you give them &lt;i&gt;yet another &lt;/i&gt;chance? or do you walk away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better yet, is it possible to walk away from that person.. Ironically, since you care so much, you can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only comes around and bite you in the ass.. over. and over. and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1052249395536855190?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1052249395536855190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1052249395536855190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1052249395536855190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1052249395536855190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-never-realize.html' title='People never realize'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1217882006165672913</id><published>2011-03-27T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:08:27.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeyore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"Eeyore, what &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you doing there?" said Rabbit.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, "what can we - I mean, how shall we - do you think if we -"&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;"Yes," said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/a-dppc102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/a-dppc102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Eeyore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/a-dppc102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cross-stitch-centre.co.uk/acatalog/a-dppc102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1217882006165672913?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1217882006165672913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1217882006165672913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1217882006165672913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1217882006165672913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/03/eeyore.html' title='Eeyore'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-486818400669325296</id><published>2011-02-20T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:05:52.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a Splenda moment!</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those moments where you just want to kick yourself for saying the stupidest things at the wrongest times?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here's one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate Sam and I were at the library one night, studying away. I was toiling away at my grammar homework and Sam decides that it's coffee time. We go downstairs to Java City and I order a small Hazelnut Latte while Sam gets an large Iced Coffee. While waiting for our coffee the &lt;i&gt;barista &lt;/i&gt; yells "aoehf iehazelnutag osfh" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's what it sounded like to me anyway. It was a large but I picked it up anyway. Two seconds later the &lt;i&gt;barista &lt;/i&gt;yells "Small hazelnut latte!" I looked at my untouched cup o' joe in my hands and sheepishly put it down. The girl behind me picks it up as I grab my coffee. I mutter an apology.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam gets her large iced coffee and tastes it.. Sam is not a frequent coffee drinker; therefore, preferring a sweeter taste for her coffee.. As she pours sugar into her drink, she tells me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The whole point of me ordering an iced coffee was so I didn't have to consume so many calories."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well if you're so worried about the calories, you could always use &lt;i&gt;Splenda&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bleargh!" we both say at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 seconds later I notice that the girl whose coffee I had grabbed was putting &lt;i&gt;Splenda &lt;/i&gt;into &lt;i&gt;HER &lt;/i&gt;coffee, packet after packet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned around and tried my best to keep from laughing but to no avail. Sam and I were doubled up, laughing without making any noise so as not to make fools out of ourselves anymore. Needless to say, it wasn't successful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were walking back to the "quiet" floor, Sam says to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"geez Elena, first you take her coffee then you insult her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I pledge to be more mindful of my surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foot in mouth moment... &lt;i&gt;Splenda moment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NanaBanana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: To the girl whose coffee I grabbed, I am sorry! I meant no harm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-486818400669325296?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/486818400669325296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=486818400669325296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/486818400669325296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/486818400669325296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-splenda-moment.html' title='I had a Splenda moment!'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-171917789939438882</id><published>2011-02-08T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:57:40.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So I had to write a piece for Creative Writing about my neighbourhood. this particular assignment was about scene building and pulling from memory. I got a 98% on this. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;so here goes : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Operation Junk Food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;The rumbling engine of my mother’s Toyota Unser faded away as she drove off. The plan was in motion. I bellowed to my sister Hillary, partner in crime and faithful follower. Hearing my yells, she tottered down the stairs, having just woken up from her nap. It was time to execute the mission. It had been a while since our last fix, and now with my mother out, it was time to satisfy that itch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We waited ten minutes just to make sure my mother did not forget anything and had to return home. There was no room for error. We spent those ten minutes counting our money, making sure we had enough to get exactly what we wanted. Precisely ten minutes later, we both consented that Mom was well on her way to wherever she needed to be. Making sure our money was safely tucked away in our pockets, I locked the front door and we started our walk. Not even two minutes outside, we were both already drenched in sweat. We walked past Uncle Sulaiman’s masterpiece, a house lavished in intricate wood carvings and design. It seemed like there was always someone filming a movie there every other day. His stoic gardener was out hosing the foliage to keep them from drying up. We said hi as he nodded his silent greeting to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At the end of our street, we took a left and then a right into an alleyway. My mother had always warned us about that alley. One of my older sister’s friends had been mugged there before, in broad daylight too. I grabbed Hillary’s hand and we hurried through that narrow space. She understood. It gave her the creeps too. Once out of the alley, I breathed a sigh of relief. We then crossed the cement bridge above the monsoon drain, smelling the foul, pungent stench of water emanating from below. I couldn’t be distracted by the low levels of water that gushed beneath us; we were so close to our destination— the sundry shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The coolness of the sundry shop abated the devilish heat as soon as we walked in. It was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, from junk food to bananas and coconuts, basically everything. Hillary and I knew exactly what we wanted. We went straight to the counter, lined with countless jars of our favourite sweets. We scooped heaps out of the jar and counted out ten of each kind. They were so cheap too! I could get twenty pieces of my favourite candies for only a dollar. After we stocked up on our favourite goodies, we trekked over to the Shell station, right around the corner from where we were. This made me a little nervous as it was where my mother usually got gas. A run-in with her here would not be good. We went into the busy gas station and bought goodies the sundry shop didn’t have. Chips, ice-cream, soft drinks and more candy were added to our stash. As we paid, the dark-skinned Pakistani-looking cashier attempted to flirt with us. “What a creep,” I thought, “we’re like, twenty years younger than you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But all was forgotten when we walked the seven minutes back home, devouring our ice-creams while quenching our thirsts with soft drinks. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Junk food was scarce in our house, unless we went shopping with Dad. Even then it was hard to come by. As a result, on the occasion that my mother had some errands to run, Hillary and I would pay a covert visit to the sundry shop and Shell for our decadent treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;We retraced our steps, walking quickly. Left out the alleyway, a right onto our street, walked past the architectural masterpiece and straight into the coolness of our home. As we lapped up the last of our ice-creams, I tucked away the rest of our haul. Some went behind my study table; the others went behind the clothes in my closet. As for the wrappers, I collected them. You see, there was no way we could throw them in our garbage without getting caught. As such, I took the wrappers and threw them away in our neighbour’s trash. It was absolutely essential that we covered all grounds. Getting caught meant big trouble. I couldn’t tell you exactly what punishment we would have received as we had never been caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;As I shut the garbage bin, I saw my mother’s red Unser pulling into our street. She pulled into our driveway and asked me what the heck I was doing in the heat. I told her nonchalantly that I was just chasing a stray cat out of our yard. She bought it. As I lugged the grocery bags into the house, I rationed out the junk food in my head. Who knows when the next time we would get to carry out Operation Junk Food again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-171917789939438882?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/171917789939438882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=171917789939438882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/171917789939438882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/171917789939438882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/02/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6002119644295088404</id><published>2011-01-27T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:48:52.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Leave the USA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have come to a revelation that I would never be able to leave the great United State of America.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because leaving the USA would mean not having Pandora in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's just miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/08/pandora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 526px; height: 384px;" src="http://cdn.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/08/pandora.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this music genome project is ABSOLUTE genius. And thus, I can't abandon its greatness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would just be sinful .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NanaBanana Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6002119644295088404?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6002119644295088404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6002119644295088404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6002119644295088404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6002119644295088404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-leave-usa.html' title='Can&apos;t Leave the USA.'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4104672130997890917</id><published>2011-01-15T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T10:04:59.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les yeux qui ne voient pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This piece was our final composition for our class with Professor Juall. Un prof spectaculaire! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quels sont les sentiments d’une jeune femme âgée de seize ans qui déménagera à un pays  inexploré ? La tristesse ? La peur ? L’excitation ? J’ai senti toutes ces émotions le jour où j’ai quitté la Malaisie. Mes parents avaient décidé que je recevrais une meilleure éducation aux Etats-Unis. La décision était subite mais finale. Je me suis fait croire que cette résolution était pour améliorer mon avenir. Bien que j’aie eu quelques doutes dans mon esprit, je les ai mis de côté. Toutes les accommodations avaient été conclues. J’habiterai chez la famille d’un ami de mon père. Apparemment, cet homme et mon père avaient formé une amitié solide en étudiant à l’université. Il n’y avait aucune raison pour gêner mes parents avec mes petits soucis.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Août 2007—L’été s’était passé lentement et paresseusement. La famille m’a accueillie avec le cœur ouvert. Également,  j’ai trouvé un emploi dans un restaurant. Le salaire me plaisait. Les gens qui travaillaient là semblaient gais et étaient munis d’une manière amicale. Et moi, j’ai surmonté le mal du pays avec une nouvelle famille, de nouveaux amis et une vie neuve.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;–—Tout va bien. &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Je ne savais pas que mon bonheur était chancelant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;            Le premier jour du lycée – un événement qui a changé mon regard envers les Américains. Je suis entrée dans le lycée, armée avec assurance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;            –— Tout va bien, Elena. Tout ira bien. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;J’ai eu tort. Les couloirs et les salles de classe, ils exsudaient tous de l’hostilité au lieu de chaleur. Personne ne me voyait, personne ne me parlait. Leurs yeux rencontraient les miens et je les plissais. Dans un cas, leurs yeux aveugles auraient ému une personne qui était plus digne. Pas moi. Malgré que j’aie été entourée d’une mer de personnes, je me sentais de même qu’une île, isolée et seule. J’écoutais leur bavardage bruyant qui ressemblait aux vagues s’écrasant sur le sable. Mais je n’entendais rien. N’ayant été vue et n’ayant été entendue par personne, je devenais invisible, une nullité.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;            Après que le jour est terminé, je suis retournée chez moi. Immédiatement, je me suis renfermée dans ma chambre. Toutes les émotions que j’avais refoulées bouillonnaient au-dessus de mon estomac. Mon corps a commencé à trembler violemment. Les larmes comme la lave torride ont fait éruption sur mes joues. Je ne pouvais pas les arrêter. Beaucoup de questions sont survenues dans mon esprit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;–— Pourquoi personne ne m’aimait? Pour quelle raison suis-je ici ? Y a-t-il un problème avec moi ? Je pense que les &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Américains sont censés être aimables, n’est-ce pas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mais la plus grande préoccupation faisait glacer mon sang dans mes veines. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;–—&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que faire si cela continue d'arriver? Que ferai-je? Encore plus important, qu’est-ce je peux faire ?  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Le rêve que j’avais imaginé s’est brisé en mille morceaux. Dans ce rêve, je connaissais  la chaleur, le bonheur et l’amitié des Américains. Fâcheusement, tout ce que j’avais était la réalité brutale. Mes attentes différaient tellement de ce rêve infantile et idéalisé. Ce n’est pas un rêve ; c’est un cauchemar. J’étais incapable de mettre en mots le désespoir, la déception, la douleur que je vivais.  Assise sur ma table de nuit, la photo de ma famille heureuse me regardait. Je me suis souvenue de l'irritation de mon père le moment où la photo a été prise. Les larges sourires espiègles de mes sœurs et le visage plein d’apitoiement de ma chère mère me faisaient pleurer plus intensément. Les vagues de mal du pays que j’avais affrontées sont retournées, me tirant en dessous. Je baignais dans la tristesse. Non—Je m’y noyais.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;            Dans ce moment, j’étais vraiment seule. Personne n'était là pour m’aider, pas mes parents, pas mes sœurs, pas mes amis. Je me souviens, j’ai réalisé que le monde me décevait. Une espérance qui peut se tuer facilement. Et quand on sent la misère, on se rend compte de la solitude de la vie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grade: A++ for creativity, A++ for grammar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Bravo Elena- C'est un travail vraiment extraordinaire! Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;écris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;tellement bien en français -- a un niveau vraiment avancé. Je crois qu'il est toujours difficile de déménager -- et quitter son pays et ou famille est encore plus difficile... tu arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;à dépendre tes sentiments de manière excellente. Bon travail ce semestre! J'ai beaucoup apprécié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;ta présence exquise en classe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Merci pour ta participation et en enthousi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;asme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="color:black;mso-ansi-language:FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4104672130997890917?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4104672130997890917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4104672130997890917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4104672130997890917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4104672130997890917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/les-yeux-qui-ne-voient-pas.html' title='Les yeux qui ne voient pas'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6057550450593375432</id><published>2011-01-15T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:37:26.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La femme hippie francaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This piece was to write a portrait of someone who had a big impact on your life. I picked my high school professor, Madame Nurisso. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sa présence remplissait la classe quand elle entrait chaque jour. Sa jupe longue oscillait et les &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;colliers multiples pendant à son cou résonnaient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;avec chaque pas. Une voix nasale aiguë pénétrait le bavardage des adolescents. Silence. En étudiant les visages naïfs, ses yeux vert vif, ronds et brillants comme des billes, s’élançaient tout autour. En français, elle aboyait la leçon du jour. Les étudiants se mettaient immédiatement à faire leurs devoirs. La femme costaude restait assise derrière son bureau en regardant les jeunes avec les yeux perçants qui ressemblaient à ceux d’un faucon. Ses lunettes se perchaient sur le bout de son bec. Les cheveux roux, qui encadraient son visage potelé, lui donnaient un air contraire à personne d’autre que je connaisse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;            Voilà, un jour typique dans la classe de Mme. Annick Nurisso, ma deuxième prof de français. Je n’oublierai jamais la première fois que je l’ai vue. Elle s’est entrée dans ma classe et a parlé avec le prof. En sortant, j’ai attiré son attention. Elle clignait de l’œil et souriait  effrontément. « Très bizarre, cette femme hippie ! » j’ai pensé. Plus tard, j’ai découvert que son idiosyncrasie l’a définie. Elle s’exsudait une certaine arrogance dans son travail et respirait de bonheur. En bref, elle incarnait l’esprit de hippie avec la joie de vivre. &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Une femme qui ne tolérait pas de non-sens, elle n’hésitait jamais à réprimander les contrevenants réglés. Ses gronderies, lacées avec sarcasme, offensaient nombreux lycéens. Mais pas moi. Je les aimais. Une autre facette que Mme. Nurisso possédait, c’est qu’elle affichait ouvertement sa fierté pour tous les éléments de la vie en France.  Les murs de sa salle de classe servaient aussi d’une toile pour un collage de culture français. Les peintures murales d’une gigantesque carte de France, les trois mousquetaires, Marie-Antoinette, un croissant, et bien sûr, La Tour Eiffel, couvraient chaque centimètre. Elle a surnommé sa salle de classe « La Bastille », et son petit chien avec les yeux écarquillés « Napoléon ». Ses élèves n’ont pas été épargnés non plus. Moi, je suis devenue Hélène. Jamais je n'ai vu une telle femme ostentatoire, mais je n’ai jamais connu personne qui aimait plus son héritage plus que Mme. Nurisso. Deux ans ont passé depuis que je l’ai vue. Nous nous parlons encore parfois. Elle continue d’enseigner, et je suis sûre que partout où elle va, elle reste la même, créant une émeute et étant aussi sonore et odieuse que jamais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grade: A+ for creativity, A++ for grammar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comments: Wow! C'est vraiment un travail astucieux-- impeccablement écrit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;text-indent: 36pt; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6057550450593375432?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6057550450593375432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6057550450593375432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6057550450593375432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6057550450593375432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-femme-hippie-francaise.html' title='La femme hippie francaise'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1723868152018223043</id><published>2011-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:22:13.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le cri de la mer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;dt style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-I had a FRH 303 class, which was an advanced grammar course and here are some of the compositions I wrote for it. This short essay was for us to utilize imagery and poetic writing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left; line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); "&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assis bas dans le ciel, le soleil a renoncé son pouvoir à la nuit qui approchait avec son armée de noirceur. Le ciel a été coloré des rayons du soleil diminuant. Comme si au ralenti, la toile orange foncé joignait avec la mer bleue qui murmurait de même que des moines dans une église. En se reposant tranquillement dans l’eau, les bateaux des pêcheurs qui sont rentrés chez eux pour le jour, ont attendu que le lendemain arrive. À la plage, les vagues qui quittaient un sentier blanc qui ressemblait à la neige, glissaient sans bruit. La brise de la mer tirait sur des cocotiers et Hélène regardait les feuilles balancer sans vie. A part les chants tristes des grands corbeaux, le silence a chuchoté envers elle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" &gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;La nuit couvrait le ciel avec les couleurs de cendres. La brise a changé en vent. En colère, il hurlait et sifflait violemment&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Hélène sentait la rage du vent qui criait dans son oreille. Pas plus calme, la mer évoluait. Elle s’est transformée et est devenue agitée. Les vagues s’écrasaient sur le sable. Lentement, la lumière a disparu &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;à l’horizon et l’obscurité prenait le relevé du ciel. Avec les yeux fermés, Hélène écoutait le silence bruyant. Le flux de ses émotions, trop accablantes, a franchit ses barrières. &lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Les larmes coulaient du ciel et Hélène ne pouvait pas distingué si la moiteur sur son visage provenait du ciel ou de ses yeux. Qu’importe ? Son amant a été perdu dans une place où elle ne pouvait pas suivre. Un brouillard mélancolique a enveloppé la plage. Aujourd’hui, il s’est assis sur ses épaules. Son cœur brisé, lourd avec tristesse, souffrance et solitude, larmoyait doucement. Hélène pataugeait dans l’eau, en l’étreinte de la mer. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Le sable, lisse sur ses pieds, l’a accueilli.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ne voyant pas en arrière, elle a risqué plus profondément. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alors, elle flottait, flottait sans souci pareille au lotus blanc dans un étang. La peur ne pouvait pas pénétrer son corps. Elle avait déjà souffert le pire. Sans regrets, Hélène a permis à la mer de la caressait. Peut être la mer l’emmènera-t-elle à un lieu où son angoisse pourra se dissiper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grade:A+ for creativity, A- for grammar&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1723868152018223043?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1723868152018223043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1723868152018223043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1723868152018223043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1723868152018223043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/le-cri-de-la-mer.html' title='Le cri de la mer'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7914154901812127160</id><published>2011-01-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:55:34.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing endures but change. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                   -Heraclitus, Greek philosopher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is always so much going on in our lives at once that we tend to ignore the anomalies that are occurring. In our haste, we forget to stop to think about what is causing that disruption in the cycle of normality. When we do realize that something is different, we then have to decide whether we want to reject or accept this change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People change. This, I accept. Friends make new friends. Friends change their behaviors. Friends no longer want the same things as you do. All this, I accept. For it's the nature of life -- Evolution happens. Unfortunately, natural selection is not so prevalent here in the mess of behaviors and morality. We tend to make decisions that will benefit us in the present which might not necessarily stay the same in the future. Priorities go askew and get warped. And suddenly you're become a non-entity in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to do, what to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NanaBanana has a bitter taste in her mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7914154901812127160?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7914154901812127160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7914154901812127160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7914154901812127160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7914154901812127160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1083331042032007228</id><published>2011-01-11T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T18:45:50.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I absolutely LOVE making cards. I have no idea why. But it probably has something to do with the fact that everyone loves getting cards what more home-made cards. I guess I pride myself in giving that joy to people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. here are some cards I had made over break. I made a crap ton of "Thank you"/"Happy New Year" cards but I don't have them on my camera. They are on my phone. If I feel like it, I might actually put them up here. But hopefully they will be on Facebook.. eventually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UV3uLopI/AAAAAAAAAfI/28DxOAE66o0/s1600/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UV3uLopI/AAAAAAAAAfI/28DxOAE66o0/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561123480839889554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drew this for fun. =D Hedgehogs are adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UVrfreRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S9ii4qGXJV0/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UVrfreRI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S9ii4qGXJV0/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561123477557836050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A "Best Wishes" card for Phil, my supervisor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UVQ2vktI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kx-BgO5Cllw/s1600/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UVQ2vktI/AAAAAAAAAe4/kx-BgO5Cllw/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561123470406816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A "Best Wishes" card for my first ever manager, Shane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like em, hate em? Tell me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, Spring 2011 Semester starts tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NanaBanana. Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1083331042032007228?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1083331042032007228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1083331042032007228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1083331042032007228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1083331042032007228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0UV3uLopI/AAAAAAAAAfI/28DxOAE66o0/s72-c/IMG_3065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-634816065694915899</id><published>2011-01-03T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:50:31.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Same Old</title><content type='html'>So . I was just reading past blogs. Um. It has been a while since I have blogged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since I'm aspiring to be a writer of some sort, I'm going to make it a point to actively blog at least &lt;i&gt;ONCE &lt;/i&gt;a week. Hopefully it will help me create my own style and voice and all those things that good writers are supposed to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well summary of the past year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Nothing much actually.. Other than me somewhat struggling with school just a tad. I don't remember Freshman year being so hard. So either I got stupider, or my classes just got harder and more demanding. I prefer to believe the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looking for jobs is HARD. Selling all your qualities without being obnoxious is definitely a skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn that people change, no matter how much they say they don't , they do. The person who you think you befriended is no longer the person you know. sometimes I think it's sad when people change. But sometimes it's good. especially if you ameliorate yourself. The world changes. there shouldn't be any reason not to change with it. It's called adaptation, survival of the fittest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So would I say I have changed? oh definitely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that I have grown up a lot since my Malaysian days. I definitely have learned to be more accepting of people. Just because they are not like me doesn't mean they're wrong. Different is just.. well, different. Furthermore, I think i have grown to be a little bit more open-minded. Okay scratch that. Let's make it MORE open-minded. I have learned that in life, some things don't matter. like the colour of your skin. or how much your family makes. Or where you're from. Really all the matter is how much you love yourself and others and what you make with that love. CLICHE i know. OVERUSED also but WHATEVER. It's true. Love is universal. Love knows no boundaries.   -VERY overloaded with cheesiness but like i said.. so true-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe cheesiness is what all of us need. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that I miss my family less and less.. which BEFORE ANY OF YOU SAY ANYTHING. is good in a way. I love my family. (yes Jie and babe, even you) but missing someone or something is just so hard. especially when you know that you can't do anything about it. the distance is an obstacle. but my daddy BBMs me a lot (BLACKBERRY MESSENGER duh) and my sisters are always reachable. and mommy is just a telephone call away. Technology, I thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm growing up. I notice more and more people are getting engaged. and soon. i will fall into that age group. And then the unfortunate stigma associated with it. GAH. Marriage. PSHAW. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tell me I will get married but ... I can't see myself or the poor guy.. haha but we will see.. i'm not rejecting the idea of marriage. heck it's a tried and tested method. Obviously it works. but we'll see if it works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not out of stuff to say but I don't want to drag this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize my posts are pretty.. chunky. and jumpy.. but let's just say it's a poor mimicry of the "stream of consciousness" writing.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanabanana. Out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-634816065694915899?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/634816065694915899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=634816065694915899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/634816065694915899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/634816065694915899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-same-old.html' title='New Year, Same Old'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4720216255270807950</id><published>2010-07-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:30:22.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pianist</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been having ambitions of being a pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has that ability to transcend culture, languages, beliefs. And to be able to unite the divided, that is just an amazing thing in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may just be a phase but I really have always loved music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much practicing the piano. Not so much the cold sweat I would get riding up the elevator to my piano teacher's condo. Not so much the sarcastic remarks and the scoldings from the MEAN lady. Not so much the feeling of guilt after not practicing, getting chastised and then getting money from mom to pay the fees. And ultimately, not so much the lack of confidence that my piano teacher had in me, saying that I would never pass my grade 5 music theory exam. Well I sure showed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a way, her strictness has brought me to where I stand (skill-wise, which isn't very high) and I have to thank her for that. Maybe all the negativity has brought some positivity into my life afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I heard Max telling someone at work that I "play the best piano he's ever heard" Granted he probably hasn't had many people play the piano around him but that just made me feel really good about myself. My friends are constantly telling me that I am a great piano player. I play very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I play well. I am a solid piano player. But by no means am I where I would like to be. then again, who is? But I will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school starts, countless trips to the UNCW Fisher Student Center! I'll make everyone's ears bleed. I will practice til my fingers are sore, and MAYBE.. just maybe, I'll be able to get to where I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana and Pianos. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4720216255270807950?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4720216255270807950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4720216255270807950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4720216255270807950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4720216255270807950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2010/07/pianist.html' title='The Pianist'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4594834956183724006</id><published>2010-06-29T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:31:20.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, I'm not hatin' on you</title><content type='html'>I just read a blogpost that made my insides curl and churn with disgust. If I wasn't wary of my generation before, well.. thanks to this blogpost, I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the gist of this "post" was about why girls should wear make-up. I'm not saying the existence of make-up should be obliterated. That's not what I'm saying at all. I'm actually all for make-up. Just not the kind that this girl wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogger rants about how 'ugly' girls have an obligation to society(and her apparently.. who does she think she is anyway) to look presentable when they go out. Of course she did not said this so eloquently in her broken Manglish, and my paraphrasing actually makes her sound like she HAS a brain (and a legitimate argument). She also claims that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what if they dont have natural good features when they are born, are they suppose to continue looking like shit for the rest of their life and let all beautiful girls take all the advantages( of guys and basically anything in life) and live happily ever after? NO! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; should at least make the fullest out of ourselves. Put all our best quality out and hide all our weakness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how she says "we". at least she sedar diri/self-aware. And she says "For all the female hate post, i could only said that you guys are only jeolous because YOU ARE NOT AS F*****G (expletive deleted for young readers) HOT AS THEM AND SECRETLY YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THEM . Dont say you dont want to be hot because that would be aganinst mother nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, HONEY, it's 'JEALOUS' not jeo..whatever you spelt it as. I'm sorry but I don't think everyone is so obsessed with looking like a taiwanese-drama-wannabe-actres gone bad. Coz that's what SHE looks like. In my opini0n anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin'. Real Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a make up user.. And I'm sure 70% of the female population uses make up too. I think make up is great to cover up flaws that you don't want others to see. However, when you use make up to look like something you are not, girl, I think you have some SERIOUS self-esteem issues. I agree that people want to look their best. But as cliche as it sounds, looks aren't everything. Not every one is blessed with beautiful genes, (great another point for you) but if you make do with what you have, and add a little extra to your ordinary, you'll be extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, be kind, don't hate, be happy. Why rely on make up to make you something you are not? Now this is something that really confuses me. WHY USE TINTED CONTACTS THAT MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE AN AVATAR? wait. not an avatar.. AN ALIEN FROM ANOTHER PLANET THAT HASNT BEEN DISCOVERED!?? C'mon you're ASIAN.. how unnatural do you want to look?? fine.. grey is attractive and somewhat mysterious.. BUT GREEN!? GREEN!! REALLY? It's not in our genetics to have GREEN EYES GOSH DARN IT. but then again.. you wouldn't know would you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.. I thought the whole purpose of make up was to ENHANCE your beauty.. not make a person look like a mutant-human-imp. But what do I know about ugly, I guess I'm just one of those girls born with exceptional good looks and don't know what "ugly" girls are going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I need to get out. Girl, you are VAIN! There's a picture of you.. wait make that SEVERAL pictures of you in NEARLY EVERY POST. with captions that say "OO i'm hot, I'm Sexyyy" I have no problem with people knowing that they are good looking. BUt it gets old when the person themself says it over and over and OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, if anyone who reads my blog (if any lol) want the link to this person's blog, I will give it to you. I'm not going to post a link coz I don't want to start a blog war. I'm not one to tarnish another's reputation. Lastly, I HOPE YOU GROW SOME SELF-ESTEEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana has ran out of rants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4594834956183724006?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4594834956183724006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4594834956183724006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4594834956183724006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4594834956183724006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl-im-not-hatin-on-you.html' title='Girl, I&apos;m not hatin&apos; on you'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2916640759052231635</id><published>2010-06-12T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:00:22.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of the Season</title><content type='html'>So the FIFA World Cup 2010 has begun!! And I have decided to re-start my blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can you ask for!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England vs. USA today.. I hate the coverage of football in USA.. it SUCKS.. well given that we don't have ESPN either.. oh well.. Hopefully ABC will have all the key games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year went really well.. I miss school a lot.. I miss my girls.. I miss the weather.. And the whole college atmosphere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scraped by in Chemistry with a B-. All the rest were As.. My GPA is at a 3.7.. My goal is to bring it up by the end of college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's here.. spent the whole month of May with mi familia.. Had a great time.. gotta love vacationing with the whole family! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since summer's here and I'm back in mooresville, it can only mean that I'm working at the Point again!! wooots.. make that moolah babyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but imma go read now.. so updates a little later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana &lt;3 England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Becks looks UBER hot in a suit.. not that i didnt know that already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2916640759052231635?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2916640759052231635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2916640759052231635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2916640759052231635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2916640759052231635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2010/06/start-of-season.html' title='Start of the Season'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7471046968989110796</id><published>2010-01-04T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:51:48.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonne Voyage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is super duper unfair that I spend long hours folding my clothes and pack em nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys just throw everything in their suitcases/duffelbags and hope they fit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate being a girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7471046968989110796?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7471046968989110796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7471046968989110796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7471046968989110796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7471046968989110796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2010/01/bonne-voyage.html' title='Bonne Voyage!'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6082715997557929310</id><published>2009-12-30T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:52:45.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Dear Sis O' Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As all of you know, the PMR results have been released and it is with great pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (and surprise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I announce to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hillary A. Kon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has received a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STRAIGHT FLUSH OF A's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am proud of you babe.. albeit very shocked but nevertheless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Szuu-r4GzaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Mymw_P1Al8w/s1600-h/Ugly+hillary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421118968423697826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Szuu-r4GzaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Mymw_P1Al8w/s320/Ugly+hillary.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PS. I am the only one in the family who did not get straight As for PMR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh.. the life of a rebel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana Loves Celery Abalone Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6082715997557929310?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6082715997557929310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6082715997557929310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6082715997557929310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6082715997557929310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/congratulations-dear-sis-o-mine.html' title='Congratulations Dear Sis O&apos; Mine'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Szuu-r4GzaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Mymw_P1Al8w/s72-c/Ugly+hillary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-750958672879353422</id><published>2009-12-30T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:39:30.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown to the New Year</title><content type='html'>I guess I have been neglecting my blogging duty for the past .. let's see.. 27,839,812 years. So.. I APOLOGIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already spent a whole semester at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and I must say . I really like the college/uni life I lead. They say college is the best 4 years of your life. Well who really knows. But as of right now, I don't think it's the worst.. Which is really all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has gone more smoothly than I can ever imagine. The classes haven't been too too easy and neither have they been too too difficult. By saying that, I'm implying that I have done pretty well in my studies for this first semester and here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math - A&lt;br /&gt;Western Civilization -A&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate French -A&lt;br /&gt;Music- A&lt;br /&gt;Biology -A-&lt;br /&gt;Pyschology- B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of such, my GPA (Grade Point Average) currently stands at a 3.84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am proud of it. But I really wanted a 4.0 but that goes to prove that even though you put so much effort into it. sometimes you just suck at Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND YOU THE HIGHEST YOU CAN GET IS AN A. My school does not believe in A+. who knows ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have managed to scrape by first semester of college without being a social retard.. YES I CAN BE A SOCIAL RETARD. I am so thankful for my fellow roommate/suitemates who have made my stay at the girls' dorm a heck better to live in. Thank you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad to announce that I HAVE LOST WEIGHT.. I know everyone thought i was a chubster when i was back in Malaysia this past summer but let's face it.. IM NOT CHUBBY ANYMORE!! WOOTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of right now I have some goals for the new year ( i am hesitant to call them new year resolutions because of the stigma associated with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am aiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for a 4.0 GPA&lt;br /&gt;-to be more extroverted&lt;br /&gt;-to be more active in community service/campus life activities&lt;br /&gt;-to work as much as I can over the summer&lt;br /&gt;-to be as good of a person as I can be&lt;br /&gt;-to not take such long hiatuses in between blog entries&lt;br /&gt;-to be on time for my expense reports&lt;br /&gt;-to enjoy life while I still can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NaNaBaNaNa wishes everyone a Happy New Year and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May All Your New Year's Resolutions fail to follow the stigma associated with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-750958672879353422?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/750958672879353422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=750958672879353422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/750958672879353422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/750958672879353422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-new-year.html' title='The Countdown to the New Year'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8549407615774044551</id><published>2009-10-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:18:46.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its Crossroads</title><content type='html'>So it certainly has been a while since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened.. Exams are coming up, studying profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stress-induced, although not as stressed as I used to be back home. Or maybe I just don't stress.. I just freak out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being sick AGAIN (I swear I have been sick so many times this semester it's not even funny anymore), I really haven't been doing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are alright.. I am trying to do well in Biology. But somehow, I am being restrained from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story begins with me meeting my academic advisor to discuss my schedule for the next semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this, my major had been declared as a Creative Writing major.. I know right.. Me? a Creative Writing major? well  I have always loved writing fiction-based narratives. Although I do not have the best imagination in the world, I think I do a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told my academic advisor, Mr. Bass (yes that is his name) that I was haveing second thoughts about doing creative writing as a major. And he asked me what would I do otherwise? I told him, perhaps an English-based major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to do an English major. Well D-uh.. That isn't really that difficult to figure out. But here is where I face a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the English major field, it breaks off into 3 branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; English Major specializing in Literature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English Major specializing in Teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English Major specializing in Professional Writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am leaning towards English with Professional Writing. However, I do not know what my career options are. I am somewhat interested in teaching, although the pay is not appealing at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? Suggestions would be greatly appreciated. PLEASE HELP!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NanaBanana Has to Pick Her Crossroad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8549407615774044551?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8549407615774044551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8549407615774044551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8549407615774044551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8549407615774044551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-and-its-crossroads.html' title='Life and its Crossroads'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7804022899988237779</id><published>2009-09-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:46:11.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He said, She said</title><content type='html'>To all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship is like peeing on yourself, everyone can see it but only you will feel the warmth of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, NanaBanana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7804022899988237779?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7804022899988237779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7804022899988237779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7804022899988237779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7804022899988237779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-said-she-said.html' title='He said, She said'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7720320445528248456</id><published>2009-09-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:05:24.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the story goes</title><content type='html'>SO.. as you all are aware.. I have never dated anyone ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am prompted to pen down my thoughts on this issue because my friend has broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years and she is having a hard time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont date because I am a wimp.. I am a coward. I am afraid to put my heart out in the open.. only to get it eventually stomped on. I don't think I am strong enough to move on.. Sure, life goes on and memories fade and new memories are formed.. but it will always be there.. That awkwardness.. that longing.. that intimacy.. How can you move on from something you thought was going to work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the pain she goes through and I feel it. She took all their pictures down and she just breaks down and cry. What can I say? What can I do? I can't take the pain away.. No one can.. except her.. or him.. and I don't see that happening any time soon. How do you remove something that has been incorporated into your life over such a long period of time? How can you make the pain go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't-not without the pain.. and the sorrow.. and the perils.. and the empty longing for the same person who caused you so much misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say I will never get a boyfriend? Who knows. it might happen tomorrow.. Next month.. next year? or even 20 years from now? all i know is.. I dont wanna be vulnerable.. I dont want to feel the pain and heartache.. I dont wanna hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly.. I don't think I can handle being hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one of those annoying mass forwarded emails the other day.. but this phrase caught my eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rhetoric ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe one day, I will find a guy who is worth the tears I will shed.. but till that day.. I am happy in my cocoon of singledom.. Yes, I guess it is nice to have someone there for you irregardless.. but as of right now.. i will have my family and friends. and if they don't suffice.. I dont know what else can.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my friend.. All i can do is be there for her. I can't make the pain go away.. all I can do is help her.. distract her.. be with her.. be strong with her. and just show her a way.. maybe MY way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7720320445528248456?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7720320445528248456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7720320445528248456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7720320445528248456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7720320445528248456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-story-goes.html' title='So the story goes'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6716869569829245332</id><published>2009-08-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:07:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY SANDRA YAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love you with all my heart.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You're the best friend I will always have.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SptMFmvY5KI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HxjPPSgcVl8/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375974239379186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SptMFmvY5KI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HxjPPSgcVl8/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P.S. Sorry.. this is the one of the few pictures of you on my camera.. GRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6716869569829245332?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6716869569829245332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6716869569829245332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6716869569829245332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6716869569829245332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-18th-birthday-sandra-yam-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SptMFmvY5KI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HxjPPSgcVl8/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-238914963644282742</id><published>2009-08-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:55:58.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing with my life?</title><content type='html'>So.. coming to college got me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my life? There are numerous options that I can take.. countless paths I can walk, but how am I suppose to choose the right one? Then, when I sit down and think about all the options that I can choose from, I start to think of the factors that go along with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How much will I enjoy doing it? Am I going to make any money? Would I be able to support myself? Is it going to be a dreary job? What can I do with this degree? What if I don't enjoy what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world do people make choices that affect their whole life? The pressure is HUGE!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!! BLAAAAAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had insight into the future.. I wish I could see what I COULD be, and what I WILL be.. grr.. this is frustrating ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.. and wish.. but wishing ain't gonna bring me nowhere.. so.. what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana is faced with Peril.. yet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-238914963644282742?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/238914963644282742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=238914963644282742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/238914963644282742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/238914963644282742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-am-i-doing-with-my-life.html' title='What am I doing with my life?'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6349949856805357894</id><published>2009-08-19T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:02:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seahawk Nation</title><content type='html'>Well.. things have been a little hectic here lately.. College is pretty sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday.. we continued with orientation.. same ol same ol.. it was pretty straight forward.. then most importantly.. we signed up for classes!! here are the list of my classes this fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Western Civillization II&lt;br /&gt;~Intermediate French (YES I PLACED INTO INTERMEDIATE FRENCH)&lt;br /&gt;~Math III (damn math placement test)&lt;br /&gt;~Bio + Lab&lt;br /&gt;~Concert Choir&lt;br /&gt;~Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on tuesday.. IT WAS BLEACH BLAAAAAAAAAASTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach here is not comparable to the tropical beaches of Malaysia but you know what.. it wasn't bad at all.. the sun was intense though.. and i 've got the oddest tan lines.. &gt;.&lt; oh well.. what to do.. all in the name of good fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday/Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start.. Omgawd.. my western civ. teacher is honestly one of the most flamboyant teachers i know.. In a good way.. he's so animated it's so interesting to watch him.. Note to self.. go introduce yourself to all your professors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS WAS AMAZING.. First of all it was HUGE.. and 2nd of all. THE MALE SECTION WAS BIG AS WELL.. it was a BALANCED CHOIR.. it was amazing.. i met/heard some of the most accomplished singers i have ever heard. it was the highlight of my day.. and i suspect it WILL continue to be the highlight of my day every monday, wednesday and friday.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH.. Let's save that for some other time.. it's such a frustrating situation.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana is Thoroughly Enjoying College..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6349949856805357894?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6349949856805357894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6349949856805357894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6349949856805357894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6349949856805357894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/seahawk-nation.html' title='Seahawk Nation'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1584623151842116000</id><published>2009-08-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:21:20.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Seahawks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So.. I am here at UNCW!!! Home of the Seahawks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just to let everyone know about my move-in experience, it was not as bad as I expected it to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANTASY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I would have to lug all my luggage/boxes/stuff up the stairs by myself with the help of my family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My room would be a total dumpster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My bed would be falling apart.. and my furniture would be all termite-infested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bathrooms would be terribly gross..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Volunteers in hundreds were outside my dorm waiting to grab stuff out of my hands.. LITERALLY.. they were like little tiny ant workers who were busying harvesting food for winter.. Only this time they were busy lugging stuff up to prepare us freshmen for our time here in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My room is actually nice.. i like it.. its small. but its adequate.. my bed is high in the sky and i have a desk underneath.. saves a lot of space.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My bed is pretty sturdy.. surprisingly.. its a bunk without thebottom.. but still.. i was so afraid it was going to fall.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The bathrooms are small.. and honestly i like my bath space bigger.. lol.. but whatever.. and i think i like having my own toilet bowl to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;College is great so far.. I've met some great interesting people.. and i think i'm going to like it.. But right now.. with orientation and stuff.. im like.. OUT.. i'm soo tired.. i think i'm going to head up to my nest up high in the sky and do some snoring.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;NanaBanana is a Seahawk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;Teal is the official school colour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1584623151842116000?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1584623151842116000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1584623151842116000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1584623151842116000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1584623151842116000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-seahawks.html' title='Go Seahawks!!'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1052687224987869671</id><published>2009-08-14T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:40:44.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So.. umm..</title><content type='html'>So the dorm "packing for college experience" is definitely a pain in my ass.. yea.. No fun.. honestly speaking.. how do you minimize your stuff into essentials? Isn't EVERYTHING ESSENTIAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the pair of shoes you bought 2 days ago? well it's ESSENTIAL to go with the outfit you're going to wear to a dance, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the movies that you are bringing along.. EXCUUSE MEE!! You CAN'T FIND EVERYTHING online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the stuffed toy your friend gave to you.. No doubt about it.. It's essential for cuddling with at night when your roommate decides to be a mean witch.. Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty much.. ANYTHING can be essential.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i placed into French 201 if i decide to take a french course.. WOOOTS.. second level french.. =D *MEGA GRIN..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana is Back to Packing the Essentials ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1052687224987869671?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1052687224987869671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1052687224987869671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1052687224987869671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1052687224987869671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-umm.html' title='So.. umm..'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3308413486372142820</id><published>2009-08-13T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:16:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzZzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must....s.t.a.y...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.......w....a.......k&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3308413486372142820?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3308413486372142820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3308413486372142820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3308413486372142820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3308413486372142820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/zzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzzZzzzz'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4520309326784656285</id><published>2009-08-13T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:03:34.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.. So They ARE Human....</title><content type='html'>So I have always this huge celebrity-crush on Joshua Ang from "I Not Stupid" movies.. He's so charming.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day being such a stalker, I googled him.. and I stumbled across his blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we always idolize and immortalize and put celebrities on a pedestal? well, I do anyway.. but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is reading celebrities' blogs make you remember that they too are only human.. that they too go through the same dilemmas that we "laymen" go through -- the struggle of being a good child, the hardships of dating, the heartbreak, birth, and death.. We tend to forget (unless it's Brangelina and their goodness-knows-how-many- children) that celebrities have families of their own to contend to, diapers to change.. (POSSIBLY) and late nights to contend with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess my point of this whole rant thanks to Joshua Ang's blog is.. celebrities are only human.. They get parking tickets too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note.. i slept soundly.. SO soundly last night.. after being awake for more than.. 30 hours.. yikes.. that's alot.. yeap.. The last time I slept was from 11 am to 4pm Tuesday afternoon.. and I took a short nap which was NOT fun being woken up from let me tell you that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i slept like a baby last night.. getting up at 3am for a milk-call.. well sort of.. My baby sister was online.. so I talked to her for a while.. We have been having separation issues since I left but I think we're doing ok.. right babe? and then my Mi.. but I told them I should probably go back to bed.. and so i went back to bed at 6 and got up at 10.30.. Not bad ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crap load of stuff to do today.. so I am going to deal with those.. but for your reading pleasure.. Here's a link to Joshua Ang's blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nutzhen.com/"&gt;http://www.nutzhen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana has to Sort Through Material Goods that Make Up her Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4520309326784656285?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4520309326784656285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4520309326784656285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4520309326784656285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4520309326784656285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-so-they-are-human.html' title='Wow.. So They ARE Human....'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2377821987377138296</id><published>2009-08-12T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T04:03:08.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't make myself stop crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't make myself stop missing you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop wanting to be home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NanaBanana's Heart is At Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2377821987377138296?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2377821987377138296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2377821987377138296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2377821987377138296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2377821987377138296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-all-things-i-miss.html' title='Of All Things I Miss'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2503378883412811132</id><published>2009-08-11T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:13:54.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAO BEI MOMMYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SoHo0Sf7GXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UFAKa-c5v2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368828215818918258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SoHo0Sf7GXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UFAKa-c5v2Y/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SoHngyM2b1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/alUS90zHrhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368826781219843922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SoHngyM2b1I/AAAAAAAAAdY/alUS90zHrhQ/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Mommy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you! I wish I could be home to celebrate it with you.. But we already celebrated together the other day at Sugimoto right? So I guess it is okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just wanted to let you know that I love you more than anything in the world. You and Daddy make the best parents in the world and I dont wish for anyone else to be my parents besides both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you for all the things you have done for me and Jie and Babe.. like caning us when we were naughty.. reprimanding us when we were in the wrong.. ferrying us to tuition.. giving support when needed.. and giving the love that you give.. Thank you for being my Mi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you want me to start extolling your virtues.. until tomorrow oso tak habis.. I wanted to wish you Happy Birthday today but then I set my alarm at 12.45 instead of 11.45.. FAIL.. but nemind.. I will call you again later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take care Mi.. I will see you either next year or in 2 years.. I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NanaBanana Wishes Mi a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2503378883412811132?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2503378883412811132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2503378883412811132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2503378883412811132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2503378883412811132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-bao-bei-mommyy-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SoHo0Sf7GXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UFAKa-c5v2Y/s72-c/IMG_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-847371340060093020</id><published>2009-08-10T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:52:45.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend, You Have Been the One For Me</title><content type='html'>I'm back in the United States..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw emotions and tears run freely whilst I'm here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the second time around is harder. because you remember what you have been missing out at home for such a long time.. and when you remember.. it's harder to let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this time when i went home.. I remembered the warmth of a mother, the support of a dad, the closeness of a sister and the feeling of being home.. the nagging of the parents.. the annoying-ness of a sister.. and the unrelentless barking of a dog all sum up to make the house I live in a home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed since i last saw home.. the furniture has changed.. the lifestyle has somewhat evolved but what makes the house a home has not.. it will probably stay the same till the end of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things were said that should have been left unsaid.. Too many things that should have been said were left unsaid.. but isn't that the nature of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo groggy right now.. I look at pics and the pillow where i lay my head becomes water-logged.. the spot where i wipe my nose from and tears start to feel raw.. the tears on my pillow will dry.. and my skin will start to feel normal again.. but the longing in my heart to go home and STAY home.. is going to be here a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana Misses Mi, Old Bean, Guan Zhi, Floss and all her cousins, aunty uncles, friends and those who are not mentioned.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-847371340060093020?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/847371340060093020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=847371340060093020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/847371340060093020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/847371340060093020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye-my-lover-goodbye-my-friend-you.html' title='Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend, You Have Been the One For Me'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6399212780910963447</id><published>2009-07-29T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:15:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>Dammit.. I am sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cOuGHH COUghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate.. excess bowel movement.. and headaches.. and body aches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYA HAS ARRIVEDD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept 16 hours today.. SUper Jet LAGGGGGG... hahaha oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for some drug use..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNaBaNaNa is Popping Panadols..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6399212780910963447?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6399212780910963447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6399212780910963447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6399212780910963447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6399212780910963447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8546287544762929318</id><published>2009-07-27T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:14:45.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Running Out</title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is going by soo quickly.. Anya gets here tomorrow! &gt;.&lt; Aunty Jessi gets here on Thursday. We go to Redang on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much to do, TOO little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to buy a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~pencil Box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Stationery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~birthday present for Mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~birthday present for San&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Cantonese drama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no money.. and I want to take out money from my bank account.. but I'm not allowed to touch my own hard-earned money.. DAMMIT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well.. I'll figure something out.. UGH MOSQUITOES SUCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NanaBanana is an Itching Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8546287544762929318?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8546287544762929318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8546287544762929318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8546287544762929318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8546287544762929318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is Running Out'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4159544563629452460</id><published>2009-07-27T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:51:17.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Sedap Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks to the drama created by some significant person.. NO NAMES WILL BE MENTIONED.. I feel that I have to speak out on behalf of my friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;WHatever the story is.. why bring it up NOW.. WHY BRING IT OUT NOW THAT YOU'RE HAPPY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can't you just shut your trap and quietly appreciate your newfound happiness? Stop rubbing it in other people's face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ironically your blogspot screams "LOOK AT ME.. I'M HAPPY AND YOU'RE NOT" even if that was not your intention for that post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What is the point of talking about stuff that has already gone by? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Most of all.. posting that entry is SO unfair.. She never humiliated you in front of YOUR friends. She never thought it was necessary to tell you how happy she is without you by posting some stupid post about how happy she is with her friends.. IT NEVER CROSSED HER MIND to expose all the personal things that went on in your relationship.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Saying all that.. I'm glad that she did not do so.. Its SO damn CHEAP. and the reason I am saying something is because I know that she won't.. she is too good of a person to call you out on your crap.. You told me that you are very loyal to your friends.. I am being loyal to my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She does not deserve all this bullshit from you.. I guess you're just trying to show people how happy you currently are.. But that does not give you a right to make her look bad in front of other people.. You do not have a right to blurt whatver secrets or traits or even faults that she has in front of anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Perhaps it is best that you guys broke up.. It is quite evident that you do not deserve her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know you're happy with her now.. I knew you were happy with my friend.. Lets hope your current happiness lasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;NaNaBaNaNa is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fiercely&lt;/span&gt; Loyal to Her.. BRING IT ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. This has NOTHING to do with her.. This is ALL me.. so if you wanna cari pasal.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4159544563629452460?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4159544563629452460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4159544563629452460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4159544563629452460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4159544563629452460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/tak-sedap-hati.html' title='Tak Sedap Hati'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3284361326481205855</id><published>2009-07-26T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:39:16.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some really odd reason, I am feeling a little forlorn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contributing factors to my morose-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Time is running out. I have 2 more weeks with my family/friends/Floss and I'll be heading back to the Land of Opportunity.. y..i...p..p......e....e....e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~I guess I have to remind myself that the world does not revolve around me and things/people change even though you are standing still.. It's hard to accept that people have moved on and you have not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Weight gain.. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PEOPLE.. leave me alone.. lemme try send you overseas and see if you gain weight anot.. AND if you are like my eldest sister.. who lost weight.. shut up and stop SHOVING IT IN MY FACE! my self-esteem cannot take it anymoree laaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~I have NO idea what to do with my education.. "What are you going to major in?" is a HUGE question that I have no answer to.. Journalism.. Education.. Choral Music.. Foreign Languages.. If only I knew the answer to that question.. bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~fear of the unknown.. COLLEGE! This is such a daunting thought.. To think that I will finally be studying in a higher institution that is going to mould my future.. i think it's a leeeetlee.. intimidating.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Financial woes.. I HATE exchange rates..and I HATE that colleges in US are so business-oriented and I HATE that my dad has to work so hard to help put my sisters and I through college..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~the most tiresome Cbox WOULD NOT APPEAR NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TWEAK THE DAMN HTML.. Bugger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NaNaBaNaNa is Singing the Blues.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3284361326481205855?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3284361326481205855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3284361326481205855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3284361326481205855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3284361326481205855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/07/blues.html' title='The Blues'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-659882199801010782</id><published>2009-07-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:13:28.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeland</title><content type='html'>So I am home for the first time in 2 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogging for the first time in .. forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i m still alive and sweating.. YES.. SWEATING.. its so freaking hot here in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been stuffing my &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; face with GLORIOUS food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. the story is .. I have gained weight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME (AND MY TUMMY) ALONE!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing.. and NOW.. i have self-esteem issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT GUYS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is Being Harrassed by Her Annoying Sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;To Be Continued &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-659882199801010782?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/659882199801010782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=659882199801010782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Sometimes you pour your heart and soul into something&lt;br /&gt;and it goes by unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;just grin and bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do everything you do to make them happy&lt;br /&gt;and it goes by unappreciate&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;Just grin and bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they criticize you and hurt your feelings&lt;br /&gt;and it makes you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay..&lt;br /&gt;they must be having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you turn around and ask them for something&lt;br /&gt;and you ve never asked for anything,&lt;br /&gt;they just beat you down and turn against you&lt;br /&gt;your heart just breaks&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing to do about it&lt;br /&gt;just grin.. and bear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is a little sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5910352611252561780?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5910352611252561780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5910352611252561780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5910352611252561780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5910352611252561780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed-sometimes-you-pour-your.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6599027952364149869</id><published>2009-03-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:06:26.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Eighteenth Revolution around the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;As all of you are aware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I made my 18th revolution around the sun last monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It really wasn't a big deal to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I spent it with my close friends and of course family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It did not start out too great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got up late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had to take a Calculus quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND it was a MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But after that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ken took me out for ice-cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and we just hung out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since he left the point we don't really hang out much anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But i saw Katy TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unfortunately i did not bring my camera.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;since there was not much to take picture of anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then i had dinner with the Rosentreters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AND CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leena made a Boston Cream Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which was GOOOOOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And then PRESENTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which hopefully when i have more time i will record them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Max gave me this shoe hanger thingy from Ikea (one just opened near us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anya and the Parents gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A rice cooker =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A mug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And some cutlery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All of which they are getting me ready for college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jie gave me a new school bag.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which i ABSOLUTELY LOVE!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;since i m legally an adult now.. i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buy alcohol in every country BUT the United States (ironic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sign my own progress reports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am legal.. whatever that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i can be sent to prison..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;prospects of being 18?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yikes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but anyway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i discovered picnick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;its like a watered down version of Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and so i thought i'd try a hand in editting photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which erm.. hopefully i will get better at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/ScFtwp3gvbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Cp557TqRUso/s1600-h/Peace+Picture+editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314649717913730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/ScFtwp3gvbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Cp557TqRUso/s320/Peace+Picture+editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;NanaBanana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6599027952364149869?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6599027952364149869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6599027952364149869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6599027952364149869'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4623357259359725218</id><published>2009-03-07T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:51:57.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clorox Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bleach,&lt;br /&gt;You are a chemical&lt;br /&gt;That takes stains out of clothes..&lt;br /&gt;You don't cause much..&lt;br /&gt;But are you really all that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU STINK&lt;br /&gt;YOU BURN&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE PEOPLE SICK IF INGESTED&lt;br /&gt;AND WORST OF ALL&lt;br /&gt;YOU TAKE COLOURS OF OUT STUFF YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;RUINED&lt;br /&gt;My Favourite Black Polo&lt;br /&gt;That My Mommy Bought Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;STINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is Hating Bleach Right Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4623357259359725218?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4623357259359725218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4623357259359725218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4623357259359725218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4623357259359725218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleach-i-hate-you-you-are-chemical-that.html' title='Clorox Woes'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-9208408869603805919</id><published>2009-03-02T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:16:51.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it has finally snowed enough.. more than a couple inches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this time it was a legitimate snow fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SIX INCHES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In North Carolina where the snow doesn't really fall, this is a HUGE deal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because Mooresville does not have any snow ploughs.. they cant plough the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As a result.. we have SNOW DAYS (which we have to make up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We have already used up one snow day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we're about to use some more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And possibly some of our spring break days.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;grr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ANYWAY.. im APPEALING TO ANYONE WHO WOULD GLADLY DO ME A FAVOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Help me reVAMP my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i need a new skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;new Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But anyway. here are some pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for Your Viewing pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please disregard my face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was just woken up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and barely awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thus the sleepy face =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayC5aoBkpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BpJ0LKOE3N0/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308761983674323602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayC5aoBkpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BpJ0LKOE3N0/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;View from My/Alex's bedroom window &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayCU2s3mWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XFwWXv4_Jo4/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308761355555674466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayCU2s3mWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XFwWXv4_Jo4/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enveloped in white goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayB2FocuiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GcCXLUMtCcE/s1600-h/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308760826987723298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayB2FocuiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GcCXLUMtCcE/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; From the mailbox.. It's so PRETTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax5CrJfJwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VvqwhPDVbrs/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308751147612186370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax5CrJfJwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VvqwhPDVbrs/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Felix, My FIRST ever snowman. he's mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax4ozyr-VI/AAAAAAAAAbw/76SM2xyZTVc/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750703255877970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax4ozyr-VI/AAAAAAAAAbw/76SM2xyZTVc/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's a good poser.. and very photogenic.. with my glove as a hat. Xin-Yi..recognize it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax4R-w-MWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/G7Vv4qhV8Fw/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750311064482146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax4R-w-MWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/G7Vv4qhV8Fw/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CANDID CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax3gGITI0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/AMa518ayY_A/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308749454047912770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax3gGITI0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/AMa518ayY_A/s320/IMG_1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought that i would at least take a few scenery pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax23MmHD0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Ef0rvNzNabM/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748751408926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax23MmHD0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/Ef0rvNzNabM/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Me and Felix the Snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax2SEpG4CI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cvxMGYWzqtM/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748113618853922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax2SEpG4CI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cvxMGYWzqtM/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; say he was very photogenic didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax10RaqlwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8N1SSKKS5Pg/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308747601651865346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Sax10RaqlwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8N1SSKKS5Pg/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NanaBanana and Felix Bid You Au Revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-9208408869603805919?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9208408869603805919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=9208408869603805919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9208408869603805919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9208408869603805919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SayC5aoBkpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BpJ0LKOE3N0/s72-c/IMG_1938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1601138483865741741</id><published>2009-02-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:37:29.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Long Overdue Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO lately.. i have been busy with school and work.. basically the only 2 aspects of my life as of right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have been working more.. because the economy is bad. people are leaving.. and quitting.. and getting laid off.. and thus having more and more shifts for Elena the Asian to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit the fact that i get more money for working more hours (DUH!) I get tired pretty fast.. As of right now.. my schedule (which has been steady for like.. 2 weeks?) is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 4.30-10&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday -(my only day off)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 4.30-10&lt;br /&gt;Friday 4.30-11&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 4.30-11&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 10-8&lt;br /&gt;Monday -Club closed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are all approximations to the possible LATEST times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow. as promised i got tagged in the stupid tags that i started. lol.. one for Xin Hua.. which is long overdue.. and one for sandra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS SANDRA YAM SU WEN... do yOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES YOU HAVE LIKE CHANGED BLOGS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things about XH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SHe is the only cousin i have who is the same age as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She meticulously brushes her teeth night and day.. religiously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. she reminds me of an emo kid .. a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is starting to be inducted into the what i like to call the 'girlish' nature of girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. we used to play really fun games together.. like... like.... FIRECRACKERS.. and SPARKLERS.. and... house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She possibly.. mayb... posts songs on youtube.. under a pseudonym of course.... MAYB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SHe plays the guitar.. and wants to be the next taylor swift a la Asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. she hates joe jonas (even though he's god sent) coz he broke up with taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. she cried when i left for the states which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. made me cry even harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. we are destined to be cousins.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She misses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and again.. i can't count to TEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you XH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. for the moment we all have been waiting for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA YAMMM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she is spoilt like a rotten tomato but she is very good at covering her rotten smell.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her first boyfriend is (possibly) her one true love/future fiance/ father of her children/the man she is going to spend her life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She has sexy lingerie with hello kitty motifs on them which is reserved for the ahem ahem.. ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. she is such a gamer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She surpasses my (very honorable) piano skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. she no longer watches bleach.. which makes me very sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She has become best friends with the ONE other person whom i discovered to have the same birthday as me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. when i look at her writing. i think it reflects her .. neat... organized.. wait.. are we still talking about sandra? heeheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. her gramma loves me.. and she makes the best rose jelly and asam fish ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. she hated lady at first.. and wanted to name her.. koff* CHoke* Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She is such a smart ass when she comes to counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She wants to be Elena coz elena is such a math genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. she is going to be very successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 SHE IS GOING TO BELANJA ELENA A BIG MEAL WHEN ELENA COMES HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to XH and Sandra... and all the memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana wants Fried Chicken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1601138483865741741?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1601138483865741741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1601138483865741741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1601138483865741741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1601138483865741741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-overdue-update-so-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3811305201219370942</id><published>2009-01-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:00:42.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are looking at the future student of UNC Wilmington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied.. and I got accepted =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNC Chapel Hill overlooked my specialness.. but oh well.. their loss.. and mine =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.. the silver lining is.. i dont have to choose which school i want to go to (although UNC Chapel Hill would have won anyhoo..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.. I am supposed to be packing to move back in with the Rosentreters.. WHO ARE IN ARIZONA RIGHT NOW WHERE IT IS 6o DEGREES BUT THEY STILL CAN SNOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfair.. all mooresville is getting is flurries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i keep getting sidetracked.. I have already packed the clothes that I am not going to wear into the HUGE suit.c...a....s..........e OOOOooo BUTTERFLYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. thats how easily distracted i am at this point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is empty out the chest and drawers.. which altogether.. there are.. 10 more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PACKING.. DAIKIRAI!!!!!! BENCIIIIIIIIIIIIII X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm going to buy a house that flies.. and I can FLY IT anywhere I want to in the world with ALL my belongings.... Now all i have to do is find a padang where i can park my house.. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. gotta go back to packing.. HATE PACKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNaBaNaNa is Putting Her Life into Boxes and Paperbags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3811305201219370942?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3811305201219370942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3811305201219370942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3811305201219370942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3811305201219370942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-you-are-looking-at-future.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4685458032816497758</id><published>2009-01-14T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:37:35.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "alt"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/alt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might find you to be strange, mysterious, and even a bit off putting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be drawn to and influenced by alternative lifestyles. You're definitely not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once people get to know you, they realize you're interesting, intriguing, and very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of knowledge stored in that big brain of yours. Most of it is useless knowledge, but some of it is very useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Keyboard Key Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a lot of useless knowledge? =.=lll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaaBanana is apparently full of fluff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4685458032816497758?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4685458032816497758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4685458032816497758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4685458032816497758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4685458032816497758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-alt-some-people-might-find-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8782371463043994981</id><published>2009-01-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:08:34.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rainy Days and Mondays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. end of the first semester is ending.. Good memories... TERRIBLE memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to all the aspects of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the new semester.. Chorus.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am interested in minoring in a choral arts field..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i m moving back with the Rosentreters because the Harveys are having a new addition to the family.. yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.. the Rosentreters are awesome and i love them all =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say change is a bad thing.. I say change is a good thing.. because it makes you realize what you had before wasn't all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is Reflecting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8782371463043994981?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8782371463043994981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8782371463043994981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8782371463043994981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8782371463043994981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8761952735234449548</id><published>2009-01-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:35:37.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnGX5jL-lhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnGX5jL-lhg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8761952735234449548?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8761952735234449548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8761952735234449548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8761952735234449548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8761952735234449548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-800897494994983965</id><published>2009-01-05T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:51:34.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Beholds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:12px;background-image:url('http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" width="350" height="150" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;David Beckham&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;London&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Apartment&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;1 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;pink Ferrari&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;Photojournalist&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833" title="whats your future"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" alt="whats your future" width="163" height="33" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMTE5MjI*MTUyOCZwdD*xMjMxMTkyMjgyNjM2JnA9MTEwOTkxJmQ9TWFzaCtHYW1lJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1hNzNlNzM3N2Q2NWE*NzIwYmU5NDlmYjJkNGE4ZWQ3Mw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-800897494994983965?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/800897494994983965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=800897494994983965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/800897494994983965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/800897494994983965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/future-beholds.html' title='The Future Beholds...'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-888328091026080325</id><published>2009-01-03T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:14:09.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I TAG YOU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. this is gonna be easy.. &lt;a href="http://www.krystyn12.blogspot.com/"&gt;SOH GUGU&lt;/a&gt; TAGGED ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is the 4th out of 5 children.. =) i was gonna put 6th out of 7 children.. nyehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She met her BFFL Elena Kon when we were standard 2.. altho we saw each other at Taman Tasik when we were standard 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is like THE SMARTEST girl EVER.. besides me.. san.. neyehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She always pushes the lead back into the pencil before putting it in her pencil case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. she ALWAYS ALWAYS uses a ruler.. ALWAYS.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Soh Gugu likes orange.. like.. really REALLY likes orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. She is known as 3 feet or Gimli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She is currently single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She looks like Debbie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She will ALWAYS be my bff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who got tagged has to write 10 things about himself/herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to live in Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I DON'T have OCD.. (hard to believe.. i know) but people think i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to live in a cabin in the forest.. BUT the cabin has to have T.V and a computer with internet access..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't live without a BIG BLANKET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I absolutely utterly LOVE shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I havent had a haircut since last year.. in August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am worried to go home lest everyone doesn't remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair is currently in pig tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to GRADUATE NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm Asian and i HATE math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to grow upways and stop growing sideways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Apparently I can't count to 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My name is Elena Kon.. and I think its the most awesome name in the world.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names: ( i dont know if i know 10 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jie&lt;br /&gt;2. Babe&lt;br /&gt;3. Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kayshaan.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jian Wei&lt;br /&gt;6. Senpai Chong&lt;br /&gt;7. Taylor Swift CD receiver&lt;br /&gt;8. Sandra's Daniel Soon.&lt;br /&gt;9. Im running out of people&lt;br /&gt;10. I give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana: I TAG YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-888328091026080325?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/888328091026080325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=888328091026080325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/888328091026080325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/888328091026080325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tag-you-whoever-who-gets-tagged-has.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5240576468020556953</id><published>2008-12-31T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:38:21.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viva La Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I have had a proper post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the past year, I realized many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two years I have learnt so much, experienced so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly I have learnt how to appreciate those who are near to me- my family, my friends, my dog...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across the blogs of some of my former classmates.. Reading them, looking at pictures, I see what I have been missing out on. I definitely don't think I would really like taking SPM, but maybe, just maybe I would, just to graduate with those I have known all my life, just to go to prom with those whom I have loved all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant turn back the clock, can you? But you certainly reminisce about the times you had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Walk Down Memory Lane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu68SkSTxI/AAAAAAAAAao/E86E4N5Xm4w/s1600-h/IMG_5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286024132588359442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu68SkSTxI/AAAAAAAAAao/E86E4N5Xm4w/s320/IMG_5429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu68Gm1ZzI/AAAAAAAAAag/SYbFvJrliG8/s1600-h/IMG_5413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286024129377822514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu68Gm1ZzI/AAAAAAAAAag/SYbFvJrliG8/s320/IMG_5413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu672Z9B8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/5iMy3Tr_lL0/s1600-h/gugu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286024125028829122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu672Z9B8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/5iMy3Tr_lL0/s320/gugu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu67iTQvMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2qu3cRD9ww8/s1600-h/besties+of+the+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286024119632051394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu67iTQvMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2qu3cRD9ww8/s320/besties+of+the+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu6I8FKKQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lur0qQ0Ke6I/s1600-h/-).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286023250378893570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu6I8FKKQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Lur0qQ0Ke6I/s320/-).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my future or my past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can do is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5240576468020556953?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5240576468020556953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5240576468020556953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5240576468020556953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5240576468020556953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/viva-la-vida-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVu68SkSTxI/AAAAAAAAAao/E86E4N5Xm4w/s72-c/IMG_5429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5566392941813758342</id><published>2008-12-29T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:15:43.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NADI the GERMAN's GOING AWAY PARTY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Different Faces + Different Races = &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj5Y6XTMwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dhfaQuGhvYE/s1600-h/nana+nadja+patty+nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248369098437378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj5Y6XTMwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dhfaQuGhvYE/s320/nana+nadja+patty+nikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mexican, the German, the American, and the Asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj5YWw45tI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Q9DnUpZjzPM/s1600-h/nana+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248359542089426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj5YWw45tI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Q9DnUpZjzPM/s320/nana+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Elena Kon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so the story begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4aVyi6jI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NHpRbfMwicw/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247294128712242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4aVyi6jI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NHpRbfMwicw/s320/nadi+going+away+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all started out with some happy kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG smiles..=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4ZqVTOQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KpqaePN7R-A/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247282463324418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4ZqVTOQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KpqaePN7R-A/s320/nadi+going+away+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will and Elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boys and girls alike .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247080817878402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4N7JR5YI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZFgZs0s76y0/s320/nadi+going+away+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They all Loved each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4NZaFwMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/44UOe7BaKiY/s1600-h/nadi+going+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247071761580226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4NZaFwMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/44UOe7BaKiY/s320/nadi+going+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tia Patty, Elena, Derrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Old, and young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4NaDYscI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gECUKfnQOEI/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247071934788034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj4NaDYscI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gECUKfnQOEI/s320/nadi+going+away+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline and Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tall or short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tujwPGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8IscxsObGSQ/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246527683443810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tujwPGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8IscxsObGSQ/s320/nadi+going+away+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASIAN OR GERMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nadja and Elena, Members of the International Immigrant Alliance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tT0VNbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Sj2WaZauG-M/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246520505218482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tT0VNbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Sj2WaZauG-M/s320/nadi+going+away+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They got together in Underhill Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jon, Reilly, Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tSgmbJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/byhTTU-CX3M/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246520154025106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3tSgmbJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/byhTTU-CX3M/s320/nadi+going+away+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elena, Heather and Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in a cozy house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3ZL9Q9HI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2Kqy5PtbQEw/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246174797821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3ZL9Q9HI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2Kqy5PtbQEw/s320/nadi+going+away+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with cute guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246170054318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3Y6SU2lI/AAAAAAAAAYg/QmPFUdffcEA/s320/nadi+going+away+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And cute girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3YmSkqdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WMUPKzorDaM/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246164686645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3YmSkqdI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WMUPKzorDaM/s320/nadi+going+away+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO CELEBRATE THE HAPPY TIMES THEY ALL HAD FOR THE GERMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly, Elena, Allie, Monica, Alix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3Cu97__I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7V9j-YjyaLg/s1600-h/nadi+going+away+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj3Bnvv7AI/AAAAAAAAAYI/L-rOQxhfqxg/s1600-h/nadi+going+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5566392941813758342?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5566392941813758342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5566392941813758342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5566392941813758342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5566392941813758342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/nadi-germans-going-away-party-different.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SVj5Y6XTMwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dhfaQuGhvYE/s72-c/nana+nadja+patty+nikki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8313931168992394075</id><published>2008-12-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:46:07.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Uncrypted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiz i found on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.krystyn12.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my own comments are in a different colour.. maybbee &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PURPLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the most part i AM friendly.. and OBVIOUSLY people are attracted to me.. DUH ;)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~well.. i m not looking for someone at all.. but i suppose its coz i havent found that someone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~TRUE DAT.. or mayb not commit at all.. free my heart of any obligations..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This might explain why i m not dating right now.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~COME ON!! who likes to study??... and what unusual job?  a sky scraper cleaner?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~I like my job now? does it mean i m set for life as a server? =O~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ i am at awe.. i AM  so afraid of failure.. its not an option.. or one i choose not to take..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~lol.. im good at controlling things.. but i like to yell.. to get what i want.. thats usually not good.. but whatever.. something i should rectify~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ALWAYS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NaNaBaNaNa is at Peace with Herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8313931168992394075?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8313931168992394075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8313931168992394075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8313931168992394075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8313931168992394075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-l-e-n-k-o-n-uncrypted-quiz-i-found-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6853546310896795609</id><published>2008-11-15T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:45:47.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is going great.. i started my college apps.. still havent heard back.. my grades are being kept up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is good.. im a server now.. i need a raise.. =) i get tips.. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things at the house is fine.. i m getting along with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FESTIVITIES ARE COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving and christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is startin to get cold.. time for the big jackets, scarves and gloves.. and HATS.. i LOVE fall/winter fashion.. so comfy.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just wanna let everyone know that im doing well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys.. and who ever's taking SPM, all the best.. i know its a little late.. but sorry LA.. ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy with alot of school work.. AP English is no joke.. lol.. pre -calculus is ok ok.. but the rest of my classes are a breeze.. but i ve been busy with clubs.. other than that. i ve been fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is in the Midst of Cleaning Her Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6853546310896795609?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6853546310896795609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6853546310896795609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6853546310896795609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6853546310896795609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/11/hola-it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1655054903764218556</id><published>2008-09-01T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:53:59.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TAGGED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could spend one Ringgit in 5 minutes, what would you spend on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;candy in the malay shop.. can get 10 or 20!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Talk and being obnoxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of news do you read?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;basically the whole newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my fat/spare tire.neyeheh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my family is always in my heart. and my friends. and my dog.. DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i believe so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my passport.. if i DO I M STUCK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;probably not. im a wimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;List out 3 good points of the person who tagged ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. KAYSHAAN changed to become NICE. 2. treats his gf well 3. he s tolerable =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i havent really thought about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Probably if he hit me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;RICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy.. who wouldnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;none.. i wouldnt wanna be someone other than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my mommy and daddy.. soh and san.. and sisters.. i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;single and rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY FAMILY.. they are a part of me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can bring only one thing along with you to another world, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my ipod? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boxer or briefs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1655054903764218556?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1655054903764218556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1655054903764218556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1655054903764218556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1655054903764218556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-if-you-could-spend-one-ringgit.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5439717168382208999</id><published>2008-08-21T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:29:10.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All Grown Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SK5NtVANezI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QXpAkqM0coc/s1600-h/IMG_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237208857805945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SK5NtVANezI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QXpAkqM0coc/s320/IMG_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NanaBaNana forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5439717168382208999?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5439717168382208999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5439717168382208999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5439717168382208999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5439717168382208999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-grown-up-but-nothings-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SK5NtVANezI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QXpAkqM0coc/s72-c/IMG_1043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-9033882093197127784</id><published>2008-08-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:46:59.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So.. update on my life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I guess the update on my Europe trip will have to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to get settled into my new host family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So for those who don't know, I moved in with the Harveys for the second and last year of high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of course the Rosentreters and I did NOT have a falling out. Whoever thought that is dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They suggested that it is better for me to have another host family so that when fall break of holiday breaks come along, and the dorms in close, I have a back up family to stay with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyhow, as of now, I'm in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with Alison and Peyton and her family. Let me just give you a brief profile of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The girl who is in high school with me is Morgan. She is a year younger than me in school and in age. She's kinda quiet and shy and it takes a while to get her going but when she does get going, all's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Peyton, age 7, is one of the hyper-est, loudest seven-year-old you will ever meet. She's so outgoing that sometimes it's scary. COmplete opposite of Morgan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and Kevin. I dont know how old they are. =) they re pretty cool people. Protective of their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson the dog. i dont know how old he is either. A dog who loves to cuddle and get in your face and on your lap. He's a big dog. Labrador and golden retriever mix. He's really attached since he was an abandoned dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own room at the Harveys. They have wi-fi which i can't seem to access for some reason..so i leech off the neighbour's. Im sure he won't mind since he s a computer technician. so if he really doesnt want people to leech his internet, he KNOWS how to set up security-enabled-networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im flying to Chicago, IL to see my sister tomorrow! I can't wait! Havent seen her since Xmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things to do in Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat homecooked food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat Chinese food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a haircut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch movies with Jie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sight seeing in Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Jie's crazy friends =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spend time with jie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see.. i m a chinese at heart. Notice i said eat TWICE.. definitely chinese =) Oh. i forgot one of the most important things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO MY AP ENGLISH READING ASSIGNMENT (college lvl class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET HELP WITH MY SATs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely despise the SATs. i Hate it. its LONG and TireSOME..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NanaBanana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would rather grow wings and fly than pay outrageous airfares&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-9033882093197127784?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9033882093197127784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=9033882093197127784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9033882093197127784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9033882093197127784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/08/pittsburgh-pennsylvania-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3677608787645871076</id><published>2008-07-30T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:34:39.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!! The feeling of jet-lag.. can only mean one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this will be a little chronological diary of my trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wish i could post pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but unless i can upload pics without waiting 20 years then i will do it on the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for those who want to see it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll be putting it on my facebook account.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just not yet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;USB cable missing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left from the Charlotte Airport to JFK airport in NY. From there we took an 9 hour plane right to the CITY OF LIGHTS, PARIS. On the flight there i watched movies all throughout the flight. i watched.. Fool's Gold (pretty silly) and i watched Mulan!!!! I LOVE MULAN!!! =) somehow i think i watched other movies but i cant think of it. we had like a few hours layover in Paris.. i didnt get to go the city.. YET.. but from there, we flew to Munich, Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Love Germany. its so.. appealing. we were in munich for 2 nights. When we first arrived there we lugged all our luggage to the hotel via subways and WALKING.. omgawd i seriously wanted to chuck my luggage and just leave it there. AWAY WITH THE DOGGONE BAGS. We reached our hotel. there was this phillipine lady who talked to me and she was excited coz i was asian and was from her region.. haha. she's married to a german. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our first day there, we went to the Englishgarten. meaning. ENGLISH GARDEN. and the park was really pretty.. it had a BIG pond. or a small lake.. couldnt decide. but we had dinner there.. german sausages and for the guys+ Leena, BEERRRR!! i havent developed my pallete for Beer.. YET.. who knows if i ever will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyway.. the second day in Germany, we made a little side trip to Dachau. For those of you who are not aware, Dachau has a Concentration Camp existing from the Nazi's reign in Germany. It is by far one of THE MOST depressing places I have ever been too. The saddest thing about it is that they take human life so systematically. Incinerators are built beside gas chambers, nooses are hung in front of the incinerators. Its just so wrong. Doctors who are working with the SS see it as EASY, killing all the people.. i have a quote i took picture of.. but right now my butts too heavy to go get the camera.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dachau really makes you think about how fortunate you are. On the gate to the concentration camp that says in german, Work brings freedom -- Arbeit macht frei. Sadly, those who work.. are almost never set free.. they almost always end up dead. I got to see the prisoners barracks.. Rooms that are small and dark. "interrogation rooms''. There was a vibe in the are. it was really sad and depressing.. There were pictures of the starved prisoners' corpses. Gaunt - literally skin and bones. and the stories about jewish children, nearly made me cry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really depressing so I'll leave it at that.. i might talk about it some more as it impacted me alot. sorta. but as of right now. i think im gonna stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNaBaNaNa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3677608787645871076?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3677608787645871076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3677608787645871076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3677608787645871076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3677608787645871076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-back-ahhh-feeling-of-jet-lag.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-319428314090174336</id><published>2008-07-19T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:28:28.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick Update =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda sorta got my paper issue resolved.. sorta.. but at this point i really dont care nymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyway.. its really hard to blog when someones is reading over your shoulder so i ll just update another time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-319428314090174336?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/319428314090174336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=319428314090174336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/319428314090174336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/319428314090174336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-update-so-i-kinda-sorta-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1784321591394655783</id><published>2008-07-15T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:32:04.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S.O.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i neeed help!!! i have got a paper due this friday and i dont know how to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a book assignment and i really really need the book in order to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pluck quotes out of the books or passages out of the book and analyze them and it would be easy if i.. i .. IF I HAD THE BOOK BUT GUESSS WHAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HAVE THE D**N BOOOOKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATED.. HATES SUMMER ASSIGNMENTS.. AND THE COMPUTER LIBRARIES DONT HAVE MICROSOFT WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seriously cant get any worse than this can it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is as desperate and frustraated as ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1784321591394655783?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1784321591394655783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1784321591394655783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1784321591394655783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1784321591394655783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/07/s.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8591737542164923504</id><published>2008-07-10T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:59:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM IN FINLAND NOWWWWW.. cant talk.. time for comp is up in like a minuteee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8591737542164923504?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8591737542164923504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8591737542164923504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8591737542164923504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8591737542164923504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/07/updateee-im-in-finland-nowwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-70456643475481871</id><published>2008-06-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:41:50.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like its gonna be any different.. but i wont be blogging for mayb a month or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for one.. ITS SUMMER VACATION!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe its a year i ve been living in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year since i ve last seen my family&lt;br /&gt;a year since i ve seen my friends&lt;br /&gt;a year since i ve last seen my doggg..&lt;br /&gt;a year since i ve last eaten good malaysian foood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;one more yearrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;then i ll GRADUATEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. starting soon.. i ll be going on vacation to EUROPEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;italy.. finland.. stopping by germany paris.. veniceee... thats pretty cool.. if i may say so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. ihave to go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my computer decided to have an auto update while i was having breakfast this morning and just deleted my whole 800 word essay thats due this friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i just think of all the food i ll be able to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im happy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. i have to tackle that damn essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana bids Adieu.. for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-70456643475481871?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/70456643475481871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=70456643475481871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/70456643475481871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/70456643475481871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus-not-like-its-gonna-be-any.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3902239329566274067</id><published>2008-05-27T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:01.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shutter-Happy Bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i havent updated lately and since im really SWAMPED with school.. i just uploaded a few pics over the past month.. so sit back and relax. . and be prepared to go AWWW.. or EWWW.. or LOL as you watch MY FACE ON YOUR COMPUTER SCREENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;viewer discretion advised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyZBfxPfPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qfwWf30NSZI/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205203520320404722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyZBfxPfPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qfwWf30NSZI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My poster wall.. and my picture collage.. there is soh and I, family in the middle, linda lu at the bottom and awie and i on the top right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyZB_xPfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ic47LmFCQmo/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205203528910339330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyZB_xPfQI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ic47LmFCQmo/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haircut i got 2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyYUvxPfOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fPiza9f8k5A/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202751521258722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyYUvxPfOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fPiza9f8k5A/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this MOCK SURPRISEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyX2fxPfNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zVpOhJGrmJg/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202231830215890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyX2fxPfNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/zVpOhJGrmJg/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the cute (but jinjang) things my mom sent me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyXj_xPfLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xJEAwrpkNds/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205201914002635954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyXj_xPfLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xJEAwrpkNds/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jinjang 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyXkPxPfMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_RaEFIfA2Z8/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205201918297603266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyXkPxPfMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_RaEFIfA2Z8/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jinjang 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyWofxPfKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KPjwOPaESYY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205200891800419490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyWofxPfKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/KPjwOPaESYY/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely the constipated look. very attractive.. NOT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyWN_xPfJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/o6PHqAfajN0/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205200436533886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyWN_xPfJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/o6PHqAfajN0/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weird distortion but i LIKE IT =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyVZfxPfII/AAAAAAAAAP0/RKPfT6dVxSs/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205199534590753922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyVZfxPfII/AAAAAAAAAP0/RKPfT6dVxSs/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Klang Lala Pose =) (or an attempt at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyT-vxPfGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uMfrc87oWZI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205197975517625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyT-vxPfGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uMfrc87oWZI/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mon petit ami =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyT_PxPfHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EXX_hEJ-Qsg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205197984107560050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyT_PxPfHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EXX_hEJ-Qsg/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm.. should be enough for today.. i would think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a FEW more.. but i have to really concentrate on  my chem for now ( and my rumbly tummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana + Camera = Montage of Silly-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3902239329566274067?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3902239329566274067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3902239329566274067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3902239329566274067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3902239329566274067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/05/shutter-happy-bug-since-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SDyZBfxPfPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qfwWf30NSZI/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-680231893185834589</id><published>2008-05-06T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:02.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few more pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0iOu9DbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mRIRh9KBeM8/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197352470149139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0iOu9DbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mRIRh9KBeM8/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After make up.. before prom.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0iuu9DcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kexhT4uS8mo/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197352478739074498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0iuu9DcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/kexhT4uS8mo/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pre-Prom Pictures.. really weird pic of me.. bulat face =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0Euu9DaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w7scdIiRIRM/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197351963342998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0Euu9DaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w7scdIiRIRM/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group picture.. the two on the end are twins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzsOu9DXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/joIN9ON2tvA/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197351542436203890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzsOu9DXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/joIN9ON2tvA/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzseu9DYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/byNfAnMIFNA/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197351546731171202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzseu9DYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/byNfAnMIFNA/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzs-u9DZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qBamCoM4OCo/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197351555321105810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCCzs-u9DZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qBamCoM4OCo/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid group pic.. i was the only one unaware of that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-680231893185834589?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/680231893185834589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=680231893185834589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/680231893185834589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/680231893185834589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/05/few-more-pics-after-make-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SCC0iOu9DbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mRIRh9KBeM8/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-9173698196547070222</id><published>2008-05-05T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:02.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought you guys would like to SEE A PIC FROM PROM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt take many pics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i ll post the ones i have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this pic is of me and my date, derrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're JUST FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PROMISE..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ll try to hunt down the rest of the pics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was taken from Leena's Camera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far the prettiest i have seen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dress is FROM MALAYSIAAAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mommy bought for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB-rwOu9DWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wkpYwAf7Dfg/s1600-h/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197061340085947746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB-rwOu9DWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wkpYwAf7Dfg/s320/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana + Pretty Prom Dress = CLASSYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-9173698196547070222?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9173698196547070222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=9173698196547070222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9173698196547070222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/9173698196547070222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom-i-just-thought-you-guys-would-like.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB-rwOu9DWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wkpYwAf7Dfg/s72-c/prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6508651807065160067</id><published>2008-05-04T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:03.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Disney!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yet again.. i have not blogged in.. hmm.. FOREVER?&lt;br /&gt;oh well thats the way it is..&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the time!!&lt;br /&gt;so last weeek..&lt;br /&gt;we departed from Lake Norman High school at about 7.3o pm ish..&lt;br /&gt;wednesday night.. the 23rd..&lt;br /&gt;so we were on schedule to depart for the Happiest Place on Earth&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was at first alright&lt;br /&gt;and then it kinda grew unbearable..&lt;br /&gt;Chorus kids shouldnt be travelling with CHORUS KIDS&lt;br /&gt;we SING too MUCH..&lt;br /&gt;and we DONT sing the same song..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt the bad part&lt;br /&gt;the worst was trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;omgawd.. the seats didnt recline..&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt know where to put my feet on account of my bag not fitting in the overhead&lt;br /&gt;and my laptop being in there wasnt allowed (by me) to be put up there..&lt;br /&gt;and omgawd.. we HAD to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;coz we were going to one of the many parks.. in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly who would wanna go to a DISNY PARK BEING SLEEPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;definitely me.. NOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the bus we watched two movies which I ADORE&lt;br /&gt;enchanted. and august rush.&lt;br /&gt;two AWESOME movies. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i think i would have enjoyed it more if some ppl werent so ahem itchy.&lt;br /&gt;so much to complain.&lt;br /&gt;this isnt first class airplane okay!!&lt;br /&gt;its a BUS.. what you think? [idiots]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;i attempted sleep..&lt;br /&gt;tried sitting with my knees in the aisle with my whole body leaning agasint the back of the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Successful.. till i had a kink on the left side of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Sat like a normal person.. and leaned my head on the right .. KINK&lt;br /&gt;sat like a normal person, put my backpack on my knee and used is as a Pu Chim (bolster pillow)&lt;br /&gt;the MOST successful.. which resulted in about 3 to 4 hours of still-being-able-to-know-whats-going-on-sleep.. oh well. mayb some other time i ll get two seats to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached where we were supposed to reach at 5 in the morning. 2 hours early.. so we PARKED for 2 hours at the rest area.. coz we were sposed to go for breakfast at our hotel at some certain time. so we parked.. and i changed into my park clothes.. a tennis skort (skirt+shorts) and my black esprit tank-top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applied sun screen, brushed teeth, comb hair.. and we were OFF TO THE BREAKFAST PLACE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im kinda tired.. from PROM. that however is a WHOLE DIFF ENTRY..&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a pic for your viewing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THE NEXT POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLE-LOOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB5t7-u9DVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FhtLRjWFDks/s1600-h/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196711897251777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB5t7-u9DVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FhtLRjWFDks/s320/182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NanaBanana + Chip = SMILE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6508651807065160067?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6508651807065160067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6508651807065160067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6508651807065160067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6508651807065160067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-well-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/SB5t7-u9DVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FhtLRjWFDks/s72-c/182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2792356456270621136</id><published>2008-04-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:21:38.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABOUT TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think its about time i started blogging again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everythings been really hectic for the past couple of weeks but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well since feb 19th bunch of things happened.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My comp kena virus.. EEEEEks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the LNHS Performance ensemble went for the Regional Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Basically we competeted against other schools in our region.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AND WE GOT A SUPERIOR RATING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we did good. well.. good..whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;basically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BEASTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i bought a CD [audio] so i might be able to post it here when i get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BuT IF YOU WANT A DVD TELL ME SOOON.. its gonna come out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MY POCKET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you can see my face..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TURNED 17!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;My birthday was uneventful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i worked a double on that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the nxt day we had cake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;got presents..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And on thursday we had a surprise cake at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;some guy baked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;was pretty good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but NOW i can watch R-rated movies LEGALLY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and my camera kaput..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i turn on the screen and nothing comes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have to get it fixed before my drip to THE LAND WHERE DREAMS COME TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DISNEY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in Orlando, FL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i m going with the chorus.. and band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its goin to be EPIC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i need my camera to record the EPIC-NESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what else happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Congrats to my cousin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally getting married =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i will miss the wedding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BUT OH WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DEAL WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up one morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and my tastebuds were screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HMM.. wonder where i can get some&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; spicy&lt;/span&gt; curry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think my near one year span of living here in US is a year of many FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time being away from my family for such a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i CAN DRIVEEE.. i get my license in AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i spent my BIRTHDAY and CNY away from M'sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time skiing.. [i liked it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i got a job [im a good worker]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i feel INTELLIGENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i'm good at math .. in a LONG time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First time i havent watched aLOT of tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Drugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the smoking drinking drug scene here is kinda quite BLAH.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so no need to add fuel to the fire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;first time i ever felt so alone without my bestie friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;first time i realise how lucky i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;first time i know how much i took for granted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FIRST TIME I WISH I WAS AT HOME..lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im kidding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but i sorta DO wish i was at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AND FIRST TIME I WILL BE GOIN TO EUROPEE.. ITALYY!! and FINLAND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well.. it feels good to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I ll try to buy a new camera or get it fixed.. likewise for my laptop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it needs to be fixed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NanaBanana Feels Like Normal Since She's Blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2792356456270621136?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2792356456270621136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2792356456270621136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2792356456270621136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2792356456270621136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-time-i-think-its-about-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8026350340757657022</id><published>2008-02-19T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:09:03.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXVLWqtqxT4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXVLWqtqxT4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hark I Hear the Harp's Eternal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8026350340757657022?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8026350340757657022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8026350340757657022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8026350340757657022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8026350340757657022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/hark-i-hear-harps-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4343662041746291850</id><published>2008-02-19T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:07:25.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYvliAXDErg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYvliAXDErg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prayer of the Children. AWESOME SONG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4343662041746291850?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4343662041746291850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4343662041746291850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4343662041746291850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4343662041746291850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-of-children.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1002386375186390531</id><published>2008-02-19T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:04:53.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxCk7VKGGnY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxCk7VKGGnY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est bel et bon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these songs are not performed by us.. i ll try to get someone to upload ours at the preview concert.. =) i &lt;3 performance ensemble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of the songs are gospel-related.. i dont really care nyway.. the songs are BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNaBaNaNa and HoneyLemon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1002386375186390531?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1002386375186390531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1002386375186390531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cant blog for long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of schools doing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a Chem test and two english quizzes tomorrow.. vocab and grammar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to study my @$$ off.. will blog saturday or smth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana on Top of Tour Eiffel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7217654182736743784?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7217654182736743784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7217654182736743784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qu'est-ce que ca veut dire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour monsieur, mademoiselle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment allez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might be wondering why i m speaking french.. well.. basically.. its coz.. i got kicked out of spanish. and i m 'forced' to take french.. I originally planned to take spanish as my foreign language in school.. and there didnt seem to be a problem until my 2nd day of the new semester.. one of the school administrators came and asked the upperclassemen to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is coz the class was only meant for &lt;s&gt;frenchmen &lt;/s&gt;oops i mean freshmen.. and upperclassmen are not allowed to be in that class.. just so you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th graders&lt;/strong&gt; here are called &lt;strong&gt;Freshmen&lt;/strong&gt; (first year in high-school) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th graders&lt;/strong&gt; are called &lt;strong&gt;Sophomores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th graders&lt;/strong&gt; (ME) are called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Juniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th graders&lt;/strong&gt; are called &lt;strong&gt;Seniors&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so.. spanish I was in the freshmen academy or the freshmen hallway.. where most of the classes are.. so i wasnt spose to be there.. and the only available class was French.. unless i wanted Spanish with the other upperclassmen but that would mean my whole schedule revamped.. and i wouldnt be able to take Performance Ensemble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Honors ( BOOM goes the chemicals) and YUUCK goes the stink bombs&lt;br /&gt;English III ( i dont think many would enjoy english here)&lt;br /&gt;Performance ensemble (arr.. i shouldnt have dropped creative writing.. BLAH.. i have to PLAY the piano)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;FRENCH I.. bon soir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my sad little tale.. i know a few french phrases.. by the end of my senior year.. i hopefully would be able to speak french.. haih.. i wanted spanish so bad.. YEEBA YEEBA ANDELE ANDELE.=( oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing i can do..except visit Paris and the Towr Eiffel and Luxembourg. and RATATOUILLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard.. learning a new language.. when you re 16.. its so foreign.. and how am i goin to associate french with nything.. BOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish Lake Norman offered Itallian or Japanese.. arrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this year.. i ll be 17.. my FIRST birthday away from home.. aiks.. so weirrrd.. i m turning 17.. can get my LICENSEEEE..wooots.. i need a car.. hehe.. nybody? NYBODY? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i bid you au revoir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;XIN HUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; FOR GETTING GOOD GRADES FOR HER O-LVLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt; OF YOU.. twat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana bids you AU REVOIR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4350026289232461640?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4350026289232461640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4350026289232461640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4350026289232461640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4350026289232461640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/quest-ce-que-ca-veut-dire-bonjour.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5686344440734107578</id><published>2008-01-27T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:01:22.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. French Homework ( i m taking french as a foreign language in school.. i did post about it.. but my blardy blog was acting up..curses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice piano for Performance Ensemble (what the heck have i gotten myself into)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. start putting papers into my folders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do white laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. put away laundry on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. check english homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana has Things to Do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5686344440734107578?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5686344440734107578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5686344440734107578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5686344440734107578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5686344440734107578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-to-do-1.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7928323296885947841</id><published>2008-01-26T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:57:18.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is acting up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just posted a post about something eventful.. and it acts up.. wont turn up on the screen.. screw it.. dumb blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7928323296885947841?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7928323296885947841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7928323296885947841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7928323296885947841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7928323296885947841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4011785215584728291</id><published>2008-01-22T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:55:28.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO-YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is SO Kim Possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room. is BRRR.. cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason.. its cold.. i like it at night when i can cuddle up in my blanket.. and still feel warm under the covers.. but during the day.. i dont want to cuddle coz it doesnt feel right.. UNLESS its raining.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats been happening lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. mommy had an operation.. major surgery.. but shes doing well.. seems like everyones goin for operations lately.. or being admitted to hospital.. hmm.. weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is around the corner.. more like 2 more weeekss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me miss home a little bit more than usual.. all the chinese food.. all the cookies.. all the decorations.. and ALL THE ANG PAOS.. but the best part is.. seeing ALL.. and i do mean ALL your relatives during CNY.. all the cousins who have been too busy with college.. or have flown overseas to study flock back home for the festivities.. all the relatives who live in Penang or Australia or Singapore come home to celebrate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you get to see the grandparents.. or in my case.. grandmothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can  look on their faces how happy they are to see all their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the COUSINS.. and nieces and nephews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my moms side.. the family is wicked big.. the oldest is mayb 40? and the youngest.. is probably only 2.. yea.. but you see them run around screaming and misbehaving.. its actually quite funny.. until someone starts crying.. which happens fairly often when we re together.. buts all bits and pieces of a happy chinese new year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my dads side. i have only one married cousin.. and she has a daughter who is 3? or 4? [signs of aging.. you forget your nieces/nephews ages] blah.. nyway.. the youngest cousin on dads side.. is 2.. adorable-ness.. or mayb he s 3.. lolx.. ANYWAY.. its pretty fun too.. esp when cousins from singapore come down.. coz the age group is closer to mine.. and me and XH and whoever else wants to join.. would have either a tv marathon or a computer marathon.. where we watch shows..be it Jesse McCartney or Full House.. or just plain music videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the FIRST [and i foresee many more to come] chinese new year that im going to miss.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my good wishes will still remain.. GONG XI FA CHAI.. have a prosperous chinese new year.. blessed with joy, peace, love, good health and prosperity.. AND good food. (cheeky grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one.. will be going to SCHOOL FOR CNY.. tackling chemistry, english, and spanish.. BLAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcoming the year of the RAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR ( ill have a REAL cny post .no worries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana in a Cheongsam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4011785215584728291?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4011785215584728291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4011785215584728291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4011785215584728291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4011785215584728291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo-ya-that-is-so-kim-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6009238252951712653</id><published>2008-01-16T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:56:01.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ski trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aha! the long awaited post of my ski trip. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;lets see if i can remember all the details..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;arr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we left mooresville NC on Xmas around 10 am.. drove to the airport. cant remember what time we boarded the plane.. but i remember the plane ride being a rather pleasant one. nobody sat in the 2 seats next to me.. so.. i had room to occupy all 3 seats.. we had a layover somewhere.. dont exactly remember nymore. BLAH. but when we finally reached Denver, Colorado. it was dark. and it was COLD.. and there was SNOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and it was good snow. powdery kind of snow. light. so we went to the car rental place and rented a minivan.. omgawd.. tight squeeze. and had to drive up to leadville...10,152 ft above sea level. coz of the elevation. all the liquids we were carrying, eg: toothpaste, shampoo (in tubes) squirted when you opened them.. lolx.. it was actually quite funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when we reached leadville.. it was past midnight.. and there was NO WHERE TO EAT..all the shops were closed.. sucked BIG TIME. we were cold and hungry.. so we went to our hotel. and it so happened the hotel had held a xmas party for its employees.. and they had some hor'devours.. it was actually quite good.. very hungry.. scarfed some food down.. very tired.. went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the interesting thing about where we stayed was.. it wasnt a fancy schmancy hotel.. it USED TO BE.. keyword = vintage.. yeap.. it was a very fancy hotel back in its day.. mayb the 1800s? i dont know exactly.. but it was the time where women still wore those big skirts with underwires.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY.. we had the biggest room or should i say SUITE in the whole hotel.. it was the corner room.. and it had 2 rooms with a connecting bathroom.. it reminded me of the bathroom jie and i, and babe used to share.. kids had one room and the parents had the other.. so all 5 kids in one.. and 2 parents in the other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NEXT DAY- 26th Dec 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we went to the ski rental area.. which was conveniently just across the road.. one thing i have to say about colorado-ians. they STOP FOR ANYONE.. lolx.. well generally in US .. pedestrians have the right of way.. but it doesnt mean everyone will stop for you.. whereas in colorado.. everyone stops for you to cross the damn road.. lolx.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i got fitted into my ski boots.. which by the way are not very comfortable.. those things are like rollerblades minus the wheels and plus weight... they were heavy.. and chunky.. and made you very clumsy-ish.. and my skies were actually the shorter ones.. they were about up to my collarbone height.. and they too were heavy.. after everyone else got fitted with their gear.. we drove up to Ski Cooper.. the ski resort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i got my lesson together with jie.. our instructor jim was nice and he was funny.. then after the lesson.. both of use practiced on the bunny slope AKA the easy slope.. and then HOT CHOCOLATE.. which was super sweet.. i only could manage to drink half the cup.. jelak after drinking such a sweet cup.. and the weather was AMAZING.. the skies were blue and the sun was shining.. perfect day for skiing.. Supposedly Colorado is known for its blue skies..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;later that night.. we had dinner.. if i m not mistaken we went to Rosie's BrewPub.. good stuff.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;next day - 27th Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh my poor muscles.. how they ached.. actually it wasnt so much aching.. it was just my thigh muscles and my arms hurt a little.. i guessed i was literally pushing myself a leeetle too hard.. but thighs hurt from bending forward.. sandra would know what i m talking about.. lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we went back to SKi Cooper.. we went on the bunny slope agian.. tryin to turn properly and coming to a halt.. and braking and STOPPING.. blah.. i thought i was gettin the hang of it. jie was gettin the hang of it pretty good tho.. then eric suggested we get on the green slope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;FYI.. slopes on ski areas have their levels of difficulty.. so green are the easy slopes, blue are a leeetle bit harder.. and black are the hardest.. so AS I WAS SAYING.. eric suggested we get on the green slopes.. i remember the name of it.. it was Molly Mayfield.. that was the name of the wretched slope... me being a beginner and all.. omgawd.. it was too hard for me.. HELLO it was like my SECOND DAY OF SKIING.. i kept falling.. my skis kept flying off.. i was so @#$%^ frustrated.. i was so ready to give up and just sit there and bawl my eyes out.. the was how frustrated i was.. and i saw jie going down slowly BUT making it down.. eee.. i was even more frustrated..that she was gettin it and i wasnt..since i was the sportier one compared to her.. grrr.. then i made it down.. slowly.. s..l...o..w..l....y.. but i MADE IT DOWN.. took me freaking 10 hours to get down.. well not that long.. mayb 45 minutes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then we had dinner and we went to bed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next day.. 28th Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we went to copper mountain.. it was a bigger mountain.. and it was a dense crowd.. jie hurt her ankle so she decided to stay in.. so i went to the beginners slope.. no way was i going to go on greens after the disappointing day the day before.. so i bought my own ticket.. and WALKED ABOUT 7 minutes west-bound.. 7 minutes you might think is nothing.. go to %^(* try walking in the COLD where it is ELEVATED in the SNOW carrying SKIS wearing SKI BOOTS.. it seems like an eternity.. and i was ALONE coz everyone else went to other slopes.. and i only had a map.. and lolx.. confession time.. i ve never used a map in my entire life.. the only map i comprehend.. is the directory in the malls.. so i was pretty proud of myself =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when i got there.. LO BEHOLD.. the ski attendant was cute.. and the slope was easy enough for me.. and there wasnt a crowd AND here s the best part.. there was a warming shack.. it was like a small pondok with walls and HEATING.. and i went up the lift like 3 million times and down the slopes like a PRO.. was happy.. and did i mention.. the ski attendant was soo cute.. ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and that just made me happy.. i dont know how long i was out there.. probably for about 3 hours.. but i really was enjoying myself so much.. when it was time to leave.. i hiked back to the lodge and had a sandwich and a mocha.. bleargh.. coffee is gross..gives me caffeine headaches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I ll continue the last 3 days of my ski trip tomorrow or smth.. now that i m DONE with tests.. and its exam week.. and its pure bliss.. ehehe.. i have pics.. which i ve already posted on facebook.. who ever has facebook you can go see.. i have loads of pics there.. it hink blogger takes too long to upload pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway.. NanaBanana is Back in Blogging Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6009238252951712653?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6009238252951712653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6009238252951712653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6009238252951712653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6009238252951712653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/ski-trip-aha-long-awaited-post-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6715741681546032862</id><published>2008-01-09T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:40:35.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 100th POST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting aint it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw sandra's blog and it reminded me of MY ski trip in Colorado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that snow.. honestly? i actually do kinda miss it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the cold weather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in mooresville..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stinking cold sometimes.. but cold doesnt feel right without snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its warm here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can get away with short and a long sleeved t.. its that warm.. in WINTER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. im gonna have and EOC (end of Course) exam for Algebra II this tuesday.. its the NC state exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont bomb it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if you fail the EOC you dont get credit for the course you took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I M PASSING THAT CLASS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH AN A..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a 94 in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i better stinking PASS with at least a 94%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. i m nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do MOST/MAJORITY/95% OF THE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know how MAATH is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it deceives you... TRICKS YOU, MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID WHEN YOU DONT GET THE ANSWeR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i better ACE the test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma beast like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and all you ppl who say i m getting fat, who keep TEASING ME ABOUT IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI.. i gonna lose weight.. just.. you WAIT (henry higgins!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not gonna give you the satisfaction of seeing a fat Elena..Hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be posted soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i ll do it after tuesday.. i have 11 days off for exam week since i only have that ONE state exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve already had 2 of my finals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a 97% in my world history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have so far 104% in my chorus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING GOOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m trying to get like high marks for Health.. i wanna ace PE/Health no thanks to ms. myers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana Over and Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6715741681546032862?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6715741681546032862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6715741681546032862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6715741681546032862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6715741681546032862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-100th-post-exciting-aint-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2476615581549141016</id><published>2008-01-06T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:08:58.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find my star shaped pendant i bought at the renaissance faire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its driving me absolutely crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana wants her Star shaped pendant back..&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8958053684248642625</id><published>2007-12-31T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:29:08.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on hiatus for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just returned from Leadville, Colorado which i have to admit was an amazing experience even though it was crazeeee cold.. i think the coldest it got was -12 farenheit which is -24 degrees celcius.. it was THAT cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was amazing all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like skiing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the cold that i can do without..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i think of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did kinda enjoy the cold.. snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there was cold snow without the COLD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2.28am on the 1st of January 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be in bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i m blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have SO much to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know if i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaZy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana.. Out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8958053684248642625?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8958053684248642625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8958053684248642625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8958053684248642625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8958053684248642625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack-i-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5020663212253700902</id><published>2007-12-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:33:13.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Listen to this song by Sufjan Steven - For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=""&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fu4BLFFiEk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fu4BLFFiEk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5020663212253700902?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5020663212253700902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5020663212253700902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5020663212253700902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5020663212253700902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5772640524799687003</id><published>2007-12-10T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:04.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos from thanksgiving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R14F0rFXEGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zWZh2tpZ8eU/s1600-h/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142554226980229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R14F0rFXEGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zWZh2tpZ8eU/s320/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anya, alex and Leena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13rOLFXEEI/AAAAAAAAALw/CFEJuFBmh2o/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142524978252943426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13rOLFXEEI/AAAAAAAAALw/CFEJuFBmh2o/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13rO7FXEFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Nv5W3tsLLPc/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142524991137845330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13rO7FXEFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Nv5W3tsLLPc/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13pxLFXECI/AAAAAAAAALg/oni1mi_eL8A/s1600-h/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523380525109282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13pxLFXECI/AAAAAAAAALg/oni1mi_eL8A/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13pxrFXEDI/AAAAAAAAALo/KXqCvQVsaUo/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142523389115043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13pxrFXEDI/AAAAAAAAALo/KXqCvQVsaUo/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13ow7FXEAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zY5cIctJB3A/s1600-h/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142522276718514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13ow7FXEAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zY5cIctJB3A/s320/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They look like they dont want their picture taken.. eric/alex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oxbFXEBI/AAAAAAAAALY/K9qt4KYiNe8/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142522285308448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oxbFXEBI/AAAAAAAAALY/K9qt4KYiNe8/s320/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oKrFXD-I/AAAAAAAAALA/-zPJwFedX14/s1600-h/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142521619588517858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oKrFXD-I/AAAAAAAAALA/-zPJwFedX14/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oLLFXD_I/AAAAAAAAALI/g0xcGfTqaX4/s1600-h/I+cant+believe+i+took+this+pictureeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142521628178452466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R13oLLFXD_I/AAAAAAAAALI/g0xcGfTqaX4/s320/I+cant+believe+i+took+this+pictureeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-5772640524799687003?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5772640524799687003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5772640524799687003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5772640524799687003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5772640524799687003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/photos-from-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R14F0rFXEGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zWZh2tpZ8eU/s72-c/157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6675251211414051683</id><published>2007-12-07T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:04.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1oXVviw3XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ULHKhLcbsNQ/s1600-h/Bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141447586903809394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1oXVviw3XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ULHKhLcbsNQ/s320/Bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1oXOviw3WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bMKQxZcaRpw/s1600-h/Hillary+n+floss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141447466644725090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1oXOviw3WI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bMKQxZcaRpw/s320/Hillary+n+floss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy 13th BIRTHDAY BABEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Luv Nana =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6675251211414051683?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6675251211414051683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6675251211414051683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6675251211414051683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6675251211414051683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-13th-birthday-babeee-luv-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1oXVviw3XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ULHKhLcbsNQ/s72-c/Bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1829550498287871256</id><published>2007-12-02T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:04.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1L2x_iw3SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cC3Tag-uReU/s1600-R/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139441463514422562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1L2x_iw3SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ik4bKe6FfRI/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY XIN HUA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1829550498287871256?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1829550498287871256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1829550498287871256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1829550498287871256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1829550498287871256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-16th-birthday-kon-xin-hua-3-nana.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1L2x_iw3SI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ik4bKe6FfRI/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-100069440808173315</id><published>2007-12-02T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:07.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURE DAYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIGNS OF FALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Lw1QvRfrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NJLQp9gjTpM/s1600-R/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139434922600136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Lw1QvRfrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xLOK1THPVZY/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Lw1wvRfsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VaAHlVLpF2o/s1600-R/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139434931190070978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Lw1wvRfsI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CeX6Lf6DKMQ/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LwPwvRfpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GUZQBhEhFfM/s1600-R/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LwQwvRfqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/i4XG74lz2k0/s1600-R/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139434295534911138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LwQwvRfqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oFxXJ2ZxHNU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvrgvRfnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JtVzAjpu6-g/s1600-R/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139433655584783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvrgvRfnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Oy3qcdi9Bbg/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was trying to get the leaves colours.. but all i got was greeen.. oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvsQvRfoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/poflA20lnO4/s1600-R/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139433668469685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvsQvRfoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WAru9osBwOc/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hint of yelloww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvIgvRflI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9j0oYJ7X3Mc/s1600-R/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139433054289362514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvIgvRflI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qGqxmdSYeJo/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SIGN OF FALL.. HALLOWEEEEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139433075764199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LvJwvRfmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N93CNt3jLx4/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jack-o-Lantern carved by Anya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RENAISSANCE FAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LulQvRfkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zS0q102kGHE/s1600-R/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139432448698973762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LulQvRfkI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XKIe2_qrb_w/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, me, Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LuEgvRfjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PhyKR-pf4Rg/s1600-R/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139431886058257970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LuEgvRfjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9pSKHHjm-tg/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think they were fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LtngvRfhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rlPun_JZ7V0/s1600-R/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139431387842051602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LtngvRfhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/K0BxXkZYvNg/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bird man on the ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LtoQvRfiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xq3eEF6uLXM/s1600-R/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139431400726953506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LtoQvRfiI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GYM9Vjj6mA0/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up close pic of the tree and the bird man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Ls5gvRffI/AAAAAAAAAIk/lwRvyc-i_HY/s1600-R/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139430597568069106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Ls5gvRffI/AAAAAAAAAIk/I4eIPM8bCbk/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belly dancer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Ls7gvRfgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mB4Z2KX3xdM/s1600-R/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139430631927807490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1Ls7gvRfgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gwXu1TMQiak/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tree from LOTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LsNAvRfdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_eKWyC9TGww/s1600-R/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139429833063890386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LsNAvRfdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EOnau3lTg_k/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LsQAvRfeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lPNFrcrzq9E/s1600-R/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139429884603497954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LsQAvRfeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GXHtbOXO2RE/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LrfgvRfbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3IZtG7DQybQ/s1600-R/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139429051379842482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LrfgvRfbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TQWPZRqt9zA/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicole, kelly and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LrgAvRfcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ie9wMkbAOnU/s1600-R/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139429059969777090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/R1LrgAvRfcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BFyHhrckU4o/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, me and Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nyway.. pictures.. lolx.. i didnt get too many halloween pics coz no. 1.. i didnt go trick or treating.. i had to work like the teendult i am..but i got to see al the interesting costumes american kids think of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;very creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOHNNY DEPP OF POTC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of johnny depp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he has a new movie coming out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortunately its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leena wont let me watch it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which isnt long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like 3 more months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Renaissance Faire..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like a renaissance themed place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they talk in old english accents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wear costumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and try to recreate the renaissance period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think its more of a medieval time period..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thats just me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;renaissance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TURKEY LEGS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like chix drumsticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt eat them tho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they looked SOOO APPETIZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they were expensive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not really..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i got a bread bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it didnt occur to me to take a pic till&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=.=lll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mayb nxt year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bread bowls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bread shaped into bowls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is put in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;performances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we didnt get to see most of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we did see a jousting match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the knights was a sting look-alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i went with Linda, my adopted mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Kelly, my chauffeur,and friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nicole, my manager, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah, my co-worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gotta go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m gonna post pics from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to georgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not many pics too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was too busy sulking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NanaBanana Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-100069440808173315?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/100069440808173315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1516671351503449205</id><published>2007-11-28T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:55:21.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;POSTTTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is coming.. i have pics to upload.. and they re BIG files.. and will take a WHILE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience is a virtue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things come to those who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nanaBanana is going to make &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; 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givethanksing.. is this thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first thanksgiving will be spent gettin lost in the mountain trails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz WE ARE GOING HIKINGGGGGGGGGG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i d rather spend my first thanksgivin sittin at a tabl with a GIANT turkey.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experience is the thing that counts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE READY FOR MY BLOGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.. the gummy bear i m eating tastes like aroma therapy oil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is going HIking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-412069258917669986?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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honestly wanna wring her neck and just ask her WHHYYYYY.. its not like i dont dress out or whatsoever.. i DRESS OUT and i WARM OUT ALL THE TIME.. and she claims i never participate.. ugh.. anyway.. my other results are pretty good.. i m quite pleased with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World History - 96% - high A&lt;br /&gt;Algebra II- 94%- Low A&lt;br /&gt;Choral Arts- 98%- high A&lt;br /&gt;P.E- 82%- high C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. a 94 is considered a low A. its so high standard.. so my GPA is 3.5... stupid stupid stupid.. i was aiming for a GPA of 4.0 and i was quite sure i could do it.. but thanks to my GYM teacher who i really love with all my heart.. NOT. i got a 3.5 and i have to make a 99 in health to make an A in gym/P.E.. just so you know the grades average out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt care if it didnt affect my GPA..coz i dont give a care about PE.. not here nyway.. but still the saddest part of it all is it affects my GPA.. UGGGGGGGGGGGGGH.. hate the grading here sometimes.. sux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its starting to get cold.. i think the temperature for today is 4*C i dont have a degree icon.. i too lazee to open character map.. nyway.. its  sposed to be below freezing tonite..  NOT looking forward to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have got to go now.. coz i m actually in school posting this when i m sposed to be doing stuff on the French revolution.. but i was working on it the whole period. so i decided to take a short break.. nyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ll post more when i m freeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to work tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have 3 health assignments due..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only god knows why we have assignments for health.. UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNaBaNaNa has a GPA of 3.5..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2203487680730676486?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2203487680730676486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2203487680730676486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2203487680730676486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2203487680730676486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-omgawd.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-3633025108632097372</id><published>2007-10-28T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:27:06.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kuih Lapis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer One: On The Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name: Elena Kon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 9th Match1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Current Status: Singleeee and Independent.. i Dont need a Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eye Colour: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hair Colour: Dark Brown in the States, lighter brown at home.. however you see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Two: On The Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: being asleep and suddenly feel like i cant breathe.. WORMS.. OR CATERPILLARS.. EW.. gross.. being alone in a BIG DARK PLACE.. did i mention ALONE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Weaknesses: when it comes to homework, im as neat as hell... but i am actually kinda messy and disorganized.. MATH is kinda my weakness.. but i m gonna BEAT IT.. oh my weakness.. DAVID BECKHAM and all those on my hot guy list. &gt;,&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Omgawd.. DONT EVEN START.. stringy cheese.. OOOZING with tomato sauce.. PINEAPPLES.. peppers.. like green peppers/red peppers.. MUSHROOMS!!! boy.. i dont wanna go on... oh yea.. AND PIPING HOT FROM THE OVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up: FIVE MORE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: 11pm+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: Hmm.. Japan and just family time with my family and friends time with my friends and dog time with my puppy wuppy smuppy! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Four: Your Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pepsi Or Coke: COKE.. wait a minute.. theres no vanilla coke in US.. damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Definitely Burger king..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: ADIDASSSSSS.... but i still like nike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cappucino or Coffee: No coffee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Five: Do You......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smoke: No...i dont like cigarette smoke.. and the SMELL sticks on your clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Curse: OH YEA.. when i m $%^%^&amp;amp;^ pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a crush: hmm.. yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: OH YEA.. with david beckham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go To School: DURHHH.. thats why i m in the states..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: hmm.. no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Believe in yourself: HECK YEA BABY!!.. i m ELENA.. hear me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAAAAAAAAAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: DEPENDS.. right now i m tryin to cut down on meat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Six: In The Past Month......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drank Alcohol: Hmm.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gone to the Mall: IM TEMPTED TO SAY NO.... and the answer is .. NO.. no mall in freakin mooresville..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been on Stage: What are YOU talking about.. Limelight is MY sunlight&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: NO! have i? dont think so.. ughhh.. im literally having cravings right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dyed your hair: Nope.. i have natural streak of lighter hair in my bangs.. its BAWLING&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Seven: Have you ever......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Played a Stripping Game: Oo boy.. i preserve my self dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: erm.. i think i m changing right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eight: You're Hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Be Married: not really.. not right now.. defintely not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For : me to go BACK.. or my FAMILY to come here.. OR see my jie/friends/doggie woggie smoggie woggiee/david beckham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Nine: In a Guy/Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best Eye + Best hair colour combination: blue eyes.. brown eyes... david beckham's eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Short or long hair: depends on your face.. if you can pull it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Ten: What were you doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Min ago: eating apple pie and rice krispies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour ago: WORKING laughing my butt off with Monica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.5 Hours ago: working.. i know.. get a life right.. Like THE MONEY TOTALLY &lt;3 it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 Month Ago: what was a month ago.. september? tryin to fit in at school.. eating stuff frank made for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Year Ago: eating rendang and nasi lemak every saturday.. and goin to pasar malams and watching chinese soap operas and playing maple and studying for pmr and playing with floss and going to school and crushing on david beckham and never thinking i would come to USA.. and going for tuition and enjoying Miss Pek's class, struggling with math and Loving All my Peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish the Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love: Myself, my familiy, my friends, work.. NOTICE THAT 'SCHOOL' IS NOT ON THIS LIST.. oh and i Heart David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I Feel: sleepy.. and dreading halloween. im too old to dress up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Hate: COLD WEATHER.. OLIVES yuccck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: HOHO!! this is EASY.. the Malaysian sun, mommy daddy baby floss jie, soh san friends home food.. damn i could go on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Need: TO TONE UP or get my metabolism to start running faster.. GET A 4.0 GPA IN SCHOOL.. TO eat.. get a hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer Twelve : Tag Five people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Soh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Hillary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Xin Hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.David Beckham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ps. im enjoying myself insertin david beckhams name to annoy everyone readin this.. bet you all were ROLLIN your eyes..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-3633025108632097372?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3633025108632097372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=3633025108632097372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3633025108632097372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/3633025108632097372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/kuih-lapis.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2479471465891612576</id><published>2007-10-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DOUBLE TRIPLE JOY JOY JOYYYYY!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uh huh... UH HUH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my phonee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is so cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love it so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*DANCIN 'n' PRACIN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay STOP... whoooaaa.. giddy.. ahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway.. i did get my phonee.. and its pretty.. and its &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.. and its &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;shinyyy&lt;/span&gt; and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i would like to tell my phone no. here.. but for safety reasons.. i d rather not.. whoever wants my phone no (goodness knows for what) just email me.. and ask..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my phone on friday.. the 19th.. it was a good day. and a&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt; long wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHOLE WEEEKK&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt; DAYSS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from the date it was ordered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but at last. i have it.. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;my precioussss&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its cool.. cept for the ringtones.. not a wide selection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and they re kinda lame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but nyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;content&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt2Tg57RoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xKmPaaJ2OyM/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123819078686557826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt2Tg57RoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xKmPaaJ2OyM/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Picture #1 &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;and my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;KRZR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt2UA57RpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ol4TEZvVTrc/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123819087276492434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt2UA57RpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ol4TEZvVTrc/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture # 2 &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KRZR&lt;/span&gt; again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1lA57RlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U0aOAeL3OxA/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818279822640722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1lA57RlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U0aOAeL3OxA/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Picture #3 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My KRZR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1lg57RmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dGjUJDk72nU/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818288412575330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1lg57RmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dGjUJDk72nU/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;picture #4 My &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;KRZR OPENS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1nw57RnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KAsZOuhwUBU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123818327067281010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt1nw57RnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KAsZOuhwUBU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Picture #5 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My KRZR OPENS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so much for glam pics.. hahaha.. i m a rookie at picture taking as compared to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;soh san and kikiwiki&lt;/span&gt;.. honestly.. lolx.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;other than the excting news about my phone.. hmm nothing much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cept a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt; (rugby balll) got thrown from across the gym and hit me &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SMACK&lt;/span&gt; IN THE FACE! [actually it sounded more like&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THUUMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than smack.. just thought you d like to know]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it hurt &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; in front of everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine smks9's hockey field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine the ball being thrown from &lt;strong&gt;one end&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine it hitting poor &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;elena kon's&lt;/span&gt; face and smashing her &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; glasses against her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine Elena Kon holding her face and crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Painful isnt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was SO PAINFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if it didnt hurt so bad i was ready to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bodyslam&lt;/span&gt; the guy who threw it at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But he apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And being the big hearted &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;UNRIPE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt; I am.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forgive but i &lt;strong&gt;DONT &lt;/strong&gt;FORGET..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thats &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for you.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh and last saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had no idea i was sposed to work at 9 in the morn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was gonna call home so i woke up and brushed my teeth so that mommy doesnt smell my morn breath over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While i was brushing my teeth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leena knocks on the door and says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"elena your manager called.. Youre sposed to be at work at 9. its 10''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And i m like OH SHI!TTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lolx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUt the day went pretty good.. hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I GOT A &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;20 TIP!!!! Love the &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;green paper&lt;/span&gt;.. a lil bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and on sunday.. i served 3 tables.. and i got a comment card that said excellent under the friendly and courteous check box. =) SO GOOD.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH AND COz NONE OF MY BESTIES POSTED IT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I WILL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ELENA KON CALLED THEM THE OTHER DAY&lt;/span&gt;.. Sandra was like calm.. and soh was like HYPER.. lolx.. yin yang.. a balance of both.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;miss you guys loads.. talked a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit.. i m willing to spend a few bux once in a while to talk to you guys. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;other than that.. school s doing fine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i ve got some pics to post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not many but i m too lazee to have to edit this post.. its a pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you guys make do with what you have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and whoever says this blog is dead.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SHUT UP! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NanaBanana Has A New ComPaNioN! Sangdoo Jr (my old samsungs name was sangdoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2479471465891612576?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2479471465891612576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2479471465891612576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2479471465891612576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2479471465891612576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/double-triple-joy-joy-joyyyyy-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/Rxt2Tg57RoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xKmPaaJ2OyM/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6505805432208808382</id><published>2007-10-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:29:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATING SOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BEAR WITH ME.. AND I GOT MY PHONE&gt;. EXPECT A BLARDY LONG POST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NanaBanana's room needs CLEANING.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6505805432208808382?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6505805432208808382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6505805432208808382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6505805432208808382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6505805432208808382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/updating-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-175247819477685086</id><published>2007-10-11T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:58:14.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AhBoooo!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Update time.. okay i m gonna summarize about the quiz.. Just like every teacher would do after a quiz. that was fun wasnt it? i thought it was.. especially seeing all the answers everyone chose.. MY DOG IS A MINIATURE PINSCHER.. and you guys are prolly gonna say.. HEY THATS NOT ONE OF THE CHOICES.. excuuuse me.. it is.. its a MinPin.. thats a bonus question for whoever hasnt take the test yet.. and for gods sake.. i dont know who is Kon K.. and i m guessing Family K is daddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway.. that was fun..=) i juz got a quiz back for Algebra.. i got an 88.. which think its not too bad.. BUT the thing that pisses me off is i SHOULD HAVENT HAVE MADE THE MISTAKES I MADE.. omgawd.. i was so SO SO careless.. ee.. geram.. but the good thing is i brought my average in my algebra class to an A.. the ONLY A in the class.. from a 89% to a 93%.. i m really happy about that.. =) and i am proud of myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okaaaay.. eric ordered the phone today.. should b e here MONDAY OR TUESDAAAAAY.. CANT WAIT.. alex's birthday tomorrow.. donno wad to give him.. buying presents for guys is soooo so troublesome.. and its such a headache.. and i m feelin rather sleepy now. and its lke 8.56pm.. not working tomorrrow.. prolly gona go makan with family.. and im working all weekend this week.. aint it exciting.. i havent got any pics to post.. will do so when i have time.. i m feelin sleeeppy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that waas really a short update. but i will update more when i have time.. right now.. LIFES good..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NanaBanana is Contented =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-175247819477685086?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/175247819477685086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=175247819477685086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/175247819477685086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/175247819477685086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahboooo-update-time.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8220194674848897752</id><published>2007-10-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:43:08.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/1104722"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/1104722/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8220194674848897752?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8220194674848897752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8220194674848897752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8220194674848897752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8220194674848897752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-6067538581626725161</id><published>2007-10-06T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T07:37:51.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkey See, Monkey Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans are a weird bunch of ppl... kinda sorta.. they pronounce things funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the word HERB..or name HERB.. its pronounced ERB like hour is pronounced OUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have never heard of the word.. JUNCTION.. its always turn right at this street. or Make a right at the turn.. never JUNCTION.. weird ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and the word eraser? you know how we say it like eraZer.. they say it eraSER.. like SER as in SIR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have sooo many southern slangs [yes NC is in the south] like Potato.. its TATER.. or spud? i think.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh i got my COAT in the mail ytd.. i would say id like it better if it FIT better.. makes me look BIGGER than i actually am if you get what i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and also... i got my 'room' back. Leena's mom and aunt went back to Finland on Thursday. Omgawd.. if Daddy/mommy/family came to US.. i would never want them to go home.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH MY GOD! i lost my pencil box.. this time i never found it back.. man was i pissed.. i had a dress fitting for my choir concert apparel and i also had to go to work. so it was kinda RUSHED.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so after i got my dress and everything.. i grabbed my stuff off my chair and started dashing towards the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i distinctly remember putting my pencil case in my bag coz i remember seeing a bag of ruffles when i opened my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and NO.. i didnt put nything else in my book bag just in case you think i THOUGHT i put my pencil case..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe it dropped in the hallway and some jerk took it and didnt think. ''oh some pretty asian girl must have dropped it.. i should give it back to her'' MORE LIKELY THAT JERK WAS THINKING.. ''SWEEET... STUFF I HAVE NEVER SEEN B4.. AWESOME'' and walked away with my pencil case..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whoever you be.. i ll find you.. if i see ANY of my stuff being used in school for eg. My Faber-Castell Pencil OR my SINGAPORE PENCIL.. you re DEAD MEAT. honestly i will make you wish you had never laid eyes on my pencil case.. I WOULD STAPLE YOUR MOUTH WITH MY M'SIAN STAPLE.. i will STAB YOU WITH MY 2B PENCILS [they use HB here] and i will CUT YOU WITH MY RULER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they only think i really WANT back from my pencil case is.. my badges.. you all know SANDRA gave em to me.. and some i bought my own.. and it has the prettiest MALAYSIA badge.. its the cuti-cuti Malaysia logo.. and my RULER..the rulers here SUCK.. and my stapler.. all the NORMAL staplers here are so bigg-asss.. and i want my mechanical pencils back.. and i have one bead-covering on one of the wooden pencils there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thats about it..OH AND ALL MY DANGLY TRINKETS/KEYCHAINS.. ugh.. i hate ppl.... MY MONOKUROBOO.. *CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if nybody feels like sending my those pasar malam trinkets.. the handphone straps/keychains whatsoever.. you MAY feel inclined to do so.. those are WAY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY cuter that the ones i have seen so far.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NanaBanana is SEARCHING FOR HER LONG LOST PENCIL-CASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS: did you know punchers as in hole-punchers here are so stupid i want to die? the max amount of paper STANDARD 3 HOLE PUNCHERS CAN PUNCH IS 3 FREAKING SHEETS OF PAPER.. and the 3 hole concept is stupid.. i like 2 hole wayyy better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-6067538581626725161?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6067538581626725161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=6067538581626725161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6067538581626725161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/6067538581626725161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/monkey-see-monkey-do-americans-are.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-7454228939488802784</id><published>2007-10-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:37:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it seems like i m bloggin once a week. hm i m sorry.. been bz with school and work.. anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i got asked to the homecoming dance..=) by a GUY.. whos MY AGE.. BLUEK.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i didnt go. i had to work. and i know you guys are gonna you guys are probably wondering why i dint ask off.. too many high schoolers asked for off coz of homecoming.. so i couldnt just ditch them on such short notice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but all of last week was spirit week.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;monday was PAJAMA day... so comfortable.. basically you go to school in your bananas in pajamas PJs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tuesday was gender bender. dress up like the opposite sex. omg. it was so funny... you know how guys wear their pants so low that their boxers show? haha girls did that.. they wore their pants so low.. and they wore boxers and juz taunted the guys.. but some guys did dress up as girls.. this guy actually wore a french maid costume.. and another wore a sexy lil red dress.. he looked SO much like a girl.. until you came to the legs.. OOO HAIRYYYYY!! hahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wednesday was decade day.. you get to dress up from a certain era.. like the 50s 60s bla..it was facinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and thursday was sports day.. JERSEYS galore.. no david becks jersey.. not gonna wear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and friday was spirit day. was the day ppl wore school colours..which are black blue and white.. and those who wore white shirts painted stuff on it like.. GO WILDCATS [our mascot is the same as high school musical.. exciting aint it.. NOT] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and friday we also had pep rally.. like.. it juz go to the bleachers near the football field and just scream to show who has more spirit.. of COURSE the seniors would win. RIGHT? whatevr.. the juniors were the loudest. AND we won the spirit link (ppl buy like links to link together to form a long chain.. its basically making those little paper links.. like one circle.. and another circle. those kind.. i think it was 5 bux each... OUCH] bbut it was fun.. and i got to see cheerleaders perform.. i recorded it.. have SOME pics.. not much to take.. but i ll probably post the video or smth.. just so mayb smks9 can form a cheerleading squad.. and copy their routine.. (AS IF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saturday and sunday i spent at kelly's house painting.. she s moving in today into her new house.. so she wanted to get it painted over the weeekend.. so.. i helped her.. with 5 other ppl on saturday and on sunday with 3 others. but i gotta say.. i m a good painter. there was some confusion with the shade of gold they bought though.. the first coat we used old gold 6.. and then we ran out.. so her mom had to get more.. and she got old gold 5.. a tone darker. and then we ran out of that.. and then instead of gettin old gold 5 we got old gold 6. =.= it was really frustrating.. not gettin the right colour.. but it looks really REALLLY pretty now..  i think we did really good.. of course i got paint all over.. being elena and all.. haih.. i got paint on my socks.. did i mention they were white? i thought i could take em off.. but we lined the floor with plastic.. so it stuck to your feet and you couldnt walk properly.. so i put my socks on.. walked easier.. got paint all over.. oh well.. you win some you lose some.. and then i laughed at a joke so hard that i fell backwards into a tray of white paint..=.= typical elena behaviour.. mommys probably gonna scold me and say.. SEE LA.. Monkey..=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we painted her bedroom a dark burgundy which is kinda like really dark purple-maroonish.. its so prety against the white door and window frames.. but i had fun.. only i had to use nail polish remover to get the stuff off my hands for work.. i spend half an hour in the bathroom tryin to look PRESENTABLE.. it was THAT bad.. thank god for long pants and sleeves.. it would have taken me WAY to long to get the paint off the other parts.. like my legs and arms and shoulders.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but all in all it has been a good week.. i still havent gotten my phone. was supposed to go today.. but eric decided to bail on me. told me to sit down and work the details out with alex.. whatever THAT means.. haih. im kinda disappointed.. i thought i would be sitting here typing this with the gorgeous red thingamajig sitting nxt to me beeping when i get a text.. but NO.. haih.dont noe how long more.. its really stupid .. i want it NOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NanaBanana is CRAVING HER MOTOKRZR.. its calling out to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-7454228939488802784?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7454228939488802784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=7454228939488802784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7454228939488802784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/7454228939488802784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-say-whaat-it-seems-like-i-m-bloggin.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-5547195488019133881</id><published>2007-09-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:08.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WOOPIIEEEE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally! after a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; struggle.. (who am i kidding[?]) i finally got an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; in ALGEBRAA!! and not only an A.. its a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and THE&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HIGHEST IN THE CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. wakakkaa.. i got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;101/100&lt;/span&gt;.. i SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN 102.. i was carelesss. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ANYWAY.. this weekend i was busy busy.. i worked on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.. on saturday i was juz working some bride's lunch.. with Linda.. omgawd.. ppl at work really love me.. hahaha.. i wasnt feelin well.. and she made me honey and lemon.. and gave me the mug and said go take a rest.. hahaha.. she 'officially' adopted me.. ahahhhaha.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then sunday.. worked lunch at the tavern.. i should serve soon.. MUST.. SHOULD.. really slow day.. i got like 8 to-gos.. and i goofed up on one.. they ordered 5 custom made sandwiches.. and 4 of them were turkey and cheese.. i &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; to key in turkey in the computer.. ahhaha.. Scott came out of the kitchen and was like.. all they want is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;? i m like.. errr.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;turkey&lt;/span&gt;? hahaha.. but i DID remember to put roast beef on the last one.. ahhaha.. i was being flustered.. nyway.. Scott gave me a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;COOOKIEEE&lt;/span&gt;.. which i shared with everyone.. it tasted good. =) Scott is nice.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday.. OMGAWD MONDAY.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALLEN TATE FUN DAYY&lt;/span&gt;.. for THEM.. honestly its a waste of TIME and MONEY to hire PEOPLE TO COME IN ON OUR DAY OFF TO PICK PLASTIC PLATES OFF THE DINING TABLES WHEN THERE ARE TRASH CANS ALL AROUND THE ROOM.. its SO effing RETARDED.. SO SO STUPID.. omgawd.. they re stupid plastic plates.. and they just need to thrown away.. honestly i think sometimes The POint is SO superficial.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we had to wear Polos.. thats fine.. but its also quite dumb to tuck them in.. ESPECIALLY if you re a girl.. do you know how short girls polos are.. and you want us to tuck them in? when we're wearing kinda sorta pants that are high.. omgawd.. stupid.. we had to work hard.. it was a mess.. and we still had to set up for wednesday buffet.. and tuesday lunch. meaning.. clear the WHOLE room of BIG tables.. and set up the usual ones.. a P.A.I.N. I.N. T.H.E. B.U.T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we got out at 11.30.. the point has a rule that they wont keep their high-schoolers past 10.00pm.. but legally they CAN keep us till 11.00pm.. but we had so much sh*t to do that they kept us till around 11.20.. yea theres a law that says you cant keep those who are still in high school past 11.00.... kewl! but i had homework to do.. so i stayed up doing math problems till about... hmm.. 11.20? and i was so tired i slept in my work clothes.. I KNOW ITS GROSS.. but i couldnt help it.. i wanted to shower.. but the shower makes a WHISTILING NOISE.. liek it squeals.. kinda sorta.. so you can hear it from downstairs..i dont want to wake the whole household up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so today we had a history test.. i missed 4.. i dont noe how the teacher is going to count it.. but he said the highest is 97.. PLEASE [even though the math doesnt add up] LET IT BE ME.. I NEED TO MAINTAIN THE ALL As. and so far.. my average in that class is 101.. it needs to STAY IN THE 100s OR AT LEAST THE 95s.. omgawd.. kiasu Malaysian.. its not the kiasu-ism.. its just that the ppl in class annoy me.. so to get back at them is to kick their butt in tests.. ahahha.. whatever.. i m being stupid.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so big news.. i m getting a CELLPHONE.. they dont call it handphones here.. and they dont call SMS .. well.. SMS.. they call it TEXTING.. no msging either.. just TEXT.. *rolls eyes.. nyway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;VOILA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PRESENTING THE MOTOKRZR k1m &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvmVxKF9UAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OptciXkNPrY/s1600-h/phone_K1Mfire_VWZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114283523611381762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvmVxKF9UAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OptciXkNPrY/s320/phone_K1Mfire_VWZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Love the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114283527906349074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvmVxaF9UBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H0iUBnVfjgM/s320/krzr-fire-03.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;prettyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;honestly its not the phone of my dreams.. my dream phone is iPhone.. but its too blardy expensive.. so i m not counting on that.. and i m not picking a more high tech one.. coz.. lets see.. ITS ONE OF THE MOST HIGH TECH ONES.. i noe.. seriously.. we re in America.. i xpected like WAAAAAAAAAAY high tech.. but now i think of it.. it kinda makes sense they re not so into the high tech stuff...as compared to us asians.. Westerners like PRACTICALITY .. Easterners like SMALLICALITY.. i invented that word.. in other words.. ang mohs dont care if its big and bulky or has an antenna (yes their phones still have antennas that can be pulled out) as long as its PRACTICAL and not COMPLICATED.. we EASTERNERS.. like how small and stylish it is.. and how slim and all the features that the Westerners havent even heard about.. ish.. Go ASIANS!! i m being racist.. whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so.. sadly i picked that phone as the one that is up to my standards.. its is kinda pretty.. and it IS red.. and it IS slim.. only motorzr is so out in msia.. i think.. i mean it IS popular but it came out like a while back.. nothing wrong with that.. i mean if its a good phone then why not RIGHT? whatever.. NYWAY.. its gonna cost me 25 cents (US CENTS) to SEND AND FREAKING RECEIVE INTERNATIONAL SMSes.. SEND AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RECEIVE&lt;/span&gt;.. who pays to receive nyway? STUPID STUPID.. ugh.. that rreally REALLY digusts me.. so.. i dont THINK i will be smsiing you guys back home.. with the exception of daddy and mommy.. and baby.. n san n soh.. but &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; be counting on it.. its like RM0.90 to send and RECEIVE msgs.. and i dont think unlimited texting covers that.. so.. haih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yea.. Frank's last day this thursday.. HE SAID HE WAS COMING IN ON MONDAY.. liar.. im gonna &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;annihilate&lt;/span&gt; him.. with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;metta&lt;/span&gt;.. Lolx.. inside joke.. between the Kons and Buddhists.. ahha.. hey sharing is caring.. so.. lets LEARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;METTA &lt;em&gt;(pali&lt;/em&gt;): Loving-Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha.. nyway.. i m tired.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Comment about the phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love you guys loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rotten NanaBanana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/7779689522262757949-5547195488019133881?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5547195488019133881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=5547195488019133881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5547195488019133881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/5547195488019133881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/woopiieeee-finally-after-long-struggle.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvmVxKF9UAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OptciXkNPrY/s72-c/phone_K1Mfire_VWZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-758685049103094308</id><published>2007-09-18T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:57:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TALE OF THE TWO TAILED PIGGIE-WIGGIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH.. finally.. the long awaited tale.. ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relax.. and Read the story.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. the story unfolds on the sunday two weeks ago.. when i went to work brunch as usual.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; was was working too.. so he took both of us to work.. and i tied my hair in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;.. so i was walking and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JOSH&lt;/span&gt; the dishwasher said.. i&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; haven't seen nyone in pigtails for a really long time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and he made some comment that i dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, i have always thought that pigtails referred to braids.. or plaits.. so i was like.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they re not pig tails.. they re juz hair tied into two pony tails&lt;/span&gt;.. and then he asks linda.. and linda says theyre pig tails.. ponytails are when you tie one.. =.=lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF SCENE 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after watering a table.. i went to the back hall.. and i saw&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; fern&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; jake&lt;/span&gt;.. and i immediately asked.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHY are they called pigtails?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pigs dont have two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tails..&lt;/span&gt; I HONESTLY WAS SURE THEY WERE NOT PIG TAILS.. and then &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jake&lt;/span&gt; goes.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pigs have two tails.. Dont you know?&lt;/span&gt; i m like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK?? NO SUCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THING..&lt;/span&gt; and he continues.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well in America, we genetically modify our pigs to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;become bigger so that we can profit more from it..&lt;/span&gt; and i m like.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HUH? since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHEN?&lt;/span&gt; and then my ever so trust-worthy friend &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fern&lt;/span&gt;, chips in.. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yea.. even in tomatoes.. they have chicken genes in them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then they leave.. i m like confused. NEVER in my life have i heard of such things.. and then i ask&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; JJ the chef&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do pigs in America have two tails?&lt;/span&gt; and he goes.. UH huh.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont you know..&lt;/span&gt; and he says..&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Phil [another chef] pigs have two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tails right?&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt; goes. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;heck yea&lt;/span&gt;.. and i m like.. wth?? and then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; chips in and says.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You want me to bring you to farm? &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; the pigs have two tails!&lt;/span&gt; AND I WAS LIKE.. no EFFING WAY.. and then i ask &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ALEX&lt;/span&gt;.. and he goes.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yea.. dont pigs in Malaysia have two tails..&lt;/span&gt; and i said.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NO..THEY DONT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was really REALLY dumbfounded.. like i said.. i have &lt;strong&gt;NEVER EVER EVA&lt;/strong&gt; heard of pigs with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;two tails..&lt;/span&gt; i have heard of the pig with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;two heads&lt;/span&gt;.. but not tails.. then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jake&lt;/span&gt; comes in and i ask him..&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; so you re tryin to tell me.. that pigs in America are genetically modified.. so basically they are 2 pigs squashed into one to become bigger.. but the tails are left behind? [i was being stupid] &lt;/span&gt;and he goes &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uh huh.. thats the concept or smth like that&lt;/span&gt;.. so okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end of scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like 30 mins later..&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Jake&lt;/span&gt; comes back in and says.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we were just messin' with ya.. i m telling you now coz&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; fern&lt;/span&gt; isnt going to&lt;/span&gt;.. and he goes away laughing.. and i m like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JAKE! SH*T!!!&lt;/span&gt; and he was like.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you TOTALLY bought it... i m pretty good and he was praising himself..&lt;/span&gt; but honestly the way he said it.. was totally believable.. i mean.. OMGAWD.. he didnt hesitate.. he juz talked.. smooooth.. i m like.. whaaaaaaaaat? although the story is kinda NOT believable the way he told it was like.. okayyyyy.. PLUS &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;FERN&lt;/span&gt;... added that little fact about the tomatoes + chicken genes.. which is TOTALLY true btw.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but ANYHOW.. SHE FREAKING TOLD EVERYBODY TO TELL ME THAT PIGS HAVE TWO TAILS IF I ASK.. AND EVERYBODY TOLD ME THAT PIGS HAD STUPID @#$%^%$#$%^ TWO TAILS!! AND EVERYBODYYY TOLD ME THAT PIGS HAVE STUPID &lt;strong&gt;CURLY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TAILS!! ugh.. I WAS SOOOOOOOO EMBARRASSED.. omgawd.. UP to a POINT WHERE &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JOSH &lt;/span&gt;THE MUNGON SAID.. i was a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;DITZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and i should be &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BLONDE..&lt;/span&gt; (ditz is somewhat like a bimbo..) Omgawd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frank&lt;/span&gt;.. omigoodness &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;frank...&lt;/span&gt; i should have asked him.. my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trustworthy pal.. [&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;fern&lt;/span&gt; is my trustworth pal too.. but look what she did to me =.=] AND HE WAS LIKE &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LAUGHIN&lt;/span&gt; AT ME.. and SAID.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEY GOT YOU GOOD ELENA.. YOU GOTTA ADMIT..THEY GOT YOU GOOD!&lt;/span&gt; and he made me knuckle him (like put my knuckles and his knuckles together) and i was like.. oh MY GOD! I COULDNT BELIEVE that all of them ganged up on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and plus.. everyone knows about it.. they told &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. grrr.. stupid pigs and their tails.. i mean i didnt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; buy it.. [OK Ok I KINDA SORTA DID!] .. and it was believable to me.. kinda.. HEY THIS IS AMERICA.. EVERYTHING HAPPENS HERE.. now i m known as the gullible &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; girl.. first &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beckham Incident&lt;/span&gt;.. now THIS.. oh goodness.. and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;fern&lt;/span&gt; was having a conversation about gulliblity.. and she was like.. theres gullible written on the ceiling.. and i looked up.. =.=lll ugh... ppl bully ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But bottomline is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU DESPITE THAT TRICK YOU PULLED ON ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBnhBpfGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z1n_3zUg5Yo/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111699394141296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBnhBpfGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z1n_3zUg5Yo/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pissed off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBmohpfGGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pAEg8GZb3Ys/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBmGBpfGFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w8cCryOLUxg/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111697830773200978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBmGBpfGFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/w8cCryOLUxg/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; PEACE TO YOU STUPID PIG-TAILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NanaBanana Feels Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ps: it seemed funnier when i wrote it to jie.. is it funny to you ppl? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBlXhpfGEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DC-NdPrxpuw/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-758685049103094308?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/758685049103094308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=758685049103094308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/758685049103094308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/758685049103094308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/tale-of-two-tailed-piggie-wiggies-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/RvBnhBpfGHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Z1n_3zUg5Yo/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1421874847570383453</id><published>2007-09-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:00:34.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMUII!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its honestly starting to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; down in Mooresville now.. omgawd.. i woke up on sunday to go to work.. and i stepped out the door.. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;WO&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;.. a burst of coool air.. omgawd was so cold!! not SO cold.. but i didnt xpect it to be THAAT cool.. i knew it rained like &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;mice&lt;/span&gt; and rac&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ns on friday.. but i expected HOT &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; and humidity.. i expected wrong.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; is here!! apparently labour day marks the end of summer.. how can a PUBLIC holiday mark the end of a season.. [?] nyway.. i ve got depressing news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRANK IS LEAVING THE POINT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Omgawd.. my buddy.. my 2nd daddy.. my guardian angel.. my shoulder to cry on.. IS LEAVING.. and i m pissed coz i havent got the chance to talk to him.. my&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt; manager pulled my out of the kitchen.. didnt have the chance to talk.. grr.. apparently.. Frank got a better job at another place in charlotte.. which is where he lives..so good for him since it probably pays better.. and its nearer to where his lives.. BUT THAT MEANS.. no more &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt; on sundays? no more prime rib sandwiches.. no more calls of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELENAA!! HOW YOU LIVING??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ugh.. i was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;.. i was SO SO SO upset.. although i only know him for like.. july? was it july? or june? i think july 1st? i think july 1st was the day he literally creamed candace.. nyway.. i only know him like for 2 months? it seems awful short now when i see it in black and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/strong&gt;.but i feel like i ve known him &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;.. i guess its the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt;.. hes 38 and i m like 16.. what else can cause ppl to bond so well. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. [the one thing that kon xin hua hates so much] but like i said.. we click.. and he s leaving.. no more pranking ppl.. who s gonna look out for me now? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HUH?? FRANK IF YOU RE READING THIS.. which i doubt you are.. YOU HAVE GOT TO TELL ME.. WHOS GONNA WATCH MY BACK..*sobb..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hmm.. probably Linda.. she was so funny last friday.. i laughed my guts out.. =) Will was gonna swat me with a kitchen towel.. you know how ppl usually spin the towel and then let go and pull it back very fast.. esp benjamin low in smks9.. he was gonna do that to me.. BTW.. it freaking hurts.. back to my story.. he was gonna swat me.. n i was like.. Will!! you better not do that.. DONT DO THAT TO ME.. and juz as he was goin to hit me.. Linda goes shouting.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT HIT HER! IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU HIT HER I LL SMACK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rofl rofll.. lmao!! and linda is in her early 50s i would say.. she's like a motherly figure.. and it was SO FUNNY... the WHOLE kitchen shut up.. and turned to look at me.. It was HILLARIOUS.. hahahaha...but honestly Linda is such a sweetie.. she asked me if she could adopt me.. and she said if she ever had a daughter she hopes that she'd be as sweet as me.. aww I love you Linda..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fern&lt;/span&gt; left.. my buddy fern.. LEFT.. all the ppl i noe and like so much are leaving.. its honestly depressing.. BUT.. i m happy for them.. at least they found better jobs that helps them in their career.. =) but that doesnt mean i wont miss them.. ESPECIALLY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FRANK WEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. omgawd.. you re my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bestest friend..&lt;/span&gt; in america.. and you re like my best friends at home too [sorry but nobody can replace them] =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway.. i am upset about all the departures.. but i wish you guys all the best.. and i love you.. hopefully we ll keep in touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ps: jie got the letter already.. so the nxt entry will be a FUNNY ONE..and for you guys entertainment.. im prepared to look stupid for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look Out! The Tale of the Two-Tailed Piggie-Wiggies is Coming YOUR way!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nanabanana OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1421874847570383453?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1421874847570383453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1421874847570383453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1421874847570383453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1421874847570383453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/samuii-its-honestly-starting-to-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2769072120340397426</id><published>2007-09-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:39:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMING SOON --TAIL OF THE TWO TAILED PIGGY WIGGIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have a funny story to tell.. but i cant tell it.. bcoz i wrote a letter to my sister.. and it was 12 pages long.. and if i tell the story of the two tailed pigs.. i m going to waste my effort of writing the freaking letter.. in fact.. i do not have anything to write.. i mean i DO.. have stuff to blog about.. BUT.. i cant coz of the letter.. so be patient.. a few more days.. like 2 or 3? nyway.. ill think of stuff i CAN blog about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh okay.. i got an average of 101 in my world history class.. we have had 2 tests so far.. the full marks was 100 + 8(xtra credit) and 100.. so the average of that should be.. 104 .. and i got 101.. i got 108 for the first test.. and a 94 for the other.. and you know what my history teacher said for the second test? YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE STRUGGLING ON THAT ONE.. i m like.. whoaaa.. i got a 94.. which is an A.. struggling ka? juz coz im a chinese GIRL.. doesnt mean i have to get all correct all the time.. ish.. teachers expect alot from asian ppl.. its like a stereotype.. asians = hardworking +smart + good at math.. lolx.. im not hardworkin or good at math.. i m juz smart.. haha.. but i HAVE been studying.. i juz didnt really study for the second test.. i was kinda tired.. but i still got a 94..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh and.. i have a dress fitting nxt Thursday.. for.. PROM.. yea right.. hahhaha.. prom is in spring.. nyway.. the dress fitting is for my choir dress.. i get to keep the dress for a whole year or smth like that.. so there ll be a $25 maintenance fee for that.. then i have to buy character shoes.. those dancing shoes.. black.. i think they were 35? and then i have to buy tights/bloomers.. if i join show choir.. which i dont think so.. and i m definitey buying the choir t-shirt.. its so cool.. it had a big QUAVER on it.. and says property of the wagner (my choir teachers name) and i think it says WCVS or smth that stands of the choir thingy.. i m not too sure.. juz think about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m walking and my t-shirt says Lake Norman Choir.. and then some talent scout will probably spot me.. and then he'll ask me to sing for him.. or make a recording for him.. and then i do.. then he signs a contract with me.. and i get to SING.. and i make a chart-topping song.. and belt it out on the radio.. and at concerts.. and juz SING SING SING.. and then i will become FAMOUS.. and everyone will want my autograph.. EVEN DAVID BECKHAM.. when he asks for my autograph.. my purpose of life will have been fulfilled.. HAHAHAHA.. omgawd.. i need to wake up.. haha =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways.. JIE SEND ME A PRESENT COZ I HAD A CRAPPY FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL.. IT WAS A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;poster of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAVID BECKHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was black and white.. but he looked soooo shuai XD.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I HAVE ABSOLUTELY THE BEST JIE IN THE WORLD (partly coz she s my ONLY jie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i also have the best family in the world.. thx for all the support everyone who reads my blog. and i know a LOT of you do.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to sleep.. im sleeepy.. need to catch up on sleep.. and stop sleeping in the hour-long bus ride... its so annoying.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NanaBanana is going to bed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S LOOK OUT FOR THE UPDATE ON THE TALE OF THE TWO-TAILED PIGGY WIGGIES.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming soon to the nearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; outlet near you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2769072120340397426?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2769072120340397426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2769072120340397426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2769072120340397426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2769072120340397426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/coming-soon-tail-of-two-tailed-piggy.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-8739437800915301446</id><published>2007-09-08T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:16:22.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPD&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATEEEEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so wads been going on lately? nothing much..i juz spend nearly the whole daaaaaay organizing my clothes in the laundry baskets.. and i spend time organizing the foodstuff mommy sent meee... YESSSSSSSSS MOMMY SENT ME FOODSTUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THE BEST MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. erm.. i have coconut milk.. rendang paste.. curry paste.. 5 spice powder.. that stuff smell SO GOOD.. reminds me of char chu yok.. NYUMMMYY.. omgawd.. craving wood-ear now.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this week in school.. hmm.. not much.. we did pacer runs on thursday.. the night i work SHRIMP NIGHT.. omgawd.. this is what a pacer run is.. you hear a beep.. run from one end to the other.. then wait for the other beep.. then run back to the other side.. the beeps keep gettin faster.. many ppl.. including some guys couldnt complete 50.. i was at 46 and was thinkin of quitting.. but i was like.. NO.. CANNOT QUIT... and i COMPLETED THE STUPID THING.. omfGAWD.. my legs felt like jelly.. and i was feelin GIDDY.. and i still played indoor soccer.. we won both games... =) i was goalie for the first game.. haha.. we won 5-1.. its juz PE.. not hard.. but stupid pacer runs.. my legs hurt the nxt day.. but they re better now.. 7 more weeeks of PE.. and we re DONE.. ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and miss wagner approached me saying that i should join PERFORMANCE ENSEMBLE NXT SEMESTER.. usually you have to take 60 min. year long classes.. and she said she rarely made exceptions.. but she will for me.. how COOL IS THAT =) performance ensemble are all the upperclassmen.. if i m not wrong.. =) we ll see.. but right now.. im almost sure i m goin to the bahamas....SMILEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yea.. I NEARLY LOST MY PENCIL BOX AT WORK THE OTHER DAY.. scared the living daylights out of me.. i like or rather.. i LOVE MY STATIONERYY VERY MUCH.. and i had my stapler in there.. all the staplers here are plus-size.. you cant carry them around in your pencil box... the story was.. i was waiting for Eric come pick me up from work.. and i brought my homework.. and i was sitting on a bench near the dumpsters [stench nearly killed me] and doing my algebra.. and suddenly i hear a rattling sound.. *clink clinketyy clanketyy clank clink clunk and it was DARK AND I WAS ALONE.. and i was freaking out.. and thank goodness it was just Blair with her chef-cart.. omgawd.. and then i saw headlights.. and it was eric.. and i jumped and grabbed my folder and pencil and ruler and eraser.. and ran to the car.. leaving everything else behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then when i reached home.. i was like.. OMGAWD WHERE THE @^%*#! IS MY PENCIL BOX!! and i was like.. oh NOOOOOOOOO.. i left it at a strategic spot to be thrown awayyyy.. THE DUMPSTERSS [play scary music] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i found it.. or rather.. FRANK MY SAVIOUR found it.. he didnt know whose it was.. but he knew ONE THING.. whoever it was.. they didnt want it sittin out by the dumpsters.. omgawd.. Love frank.. =) hahhaha.. so me and my pencil case... REUNITED.. AT LAST.. those last 18 hours were just the worst of my life.. hhahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NanaBanana OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-8739437800915301446?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8739437800915301446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=8739437800915301446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8739437800915301446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/8739437800915301446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/updateeeee-okay-so-wads-been-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-1375805008125228250</id><published>2007-09-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:30:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow.. my third day in a row i m blogging.. since I am on a bloggin spree.. and i have nothing else to do besides HOMEWORK.. i tag these ppl to BLOG.. and you'd better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. San&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. CHONGZHIHAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i d say kirr too.. but she blogs alot.. so you 5 ppl.. BLOG.. i dont know ppl who blog here in U.S.. i think most of them use myspace or smth lidat.. who noes.. but i ll find ppl who will eventually.. and LINK them sooner or later.. nyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today.. i got back my test results for my history and algebra II tests.. im very pleased to announce.. that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got a 108/108 in my history class.. the HIGHEST obviously.. =) i didnt study like mad.. i m juz an intense note-taker.. and it was an open note.. the lowest was a 60 something.. which FYI is FAIL.. yeA i noe.. so.. i got 108 for that.. and also.. its much more interesting to learn history in english.. oh yea.. and we re learning what we learnt earlier this year in sejarah ting. 4.. so its basically KINDA SORTA the same but only in english.. i recognise stuff like Mesopotamia... tigris-euphrates.. which is said eyu-fray-tees.. something like that.. its like ZAMAN MESIR PURBA JENG JENG.. EARLY EGYPTIAN CIVILIZATION.. JENG JENG.. haha.. nyway.. i got an 87 for algebra.. it was a few questions.. so one careless mistakes carries alot of marks.. so basically i got a few careless mistakes.. like 3? and i got an 87.. which is a freaking B.. its an A1 at home goddammit... hahha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;classes today was a blur again.. PE suxed as usual.. made some a new friend.. she s a freshman.. love her name.. frankie.. =) and then.. had lunch with justin &amp; company.. nice ppl.. theres this guy there in particular.. corey i think his name is.. and he s so funny.. hes a white.. he says..  but a chinese at heart.. he knows alot of chinese too.. he also says.. he was born in china.. smth lidat.. coz his mom apparently gave birth to him on cruise and had to go to china to register.. now where have i heard that b4.. hahaha.. and then theres emily.. her hair s so pretty. its like curly.. and then theres alli.. ASIAN GAL.. MORE SPECIFICALLY.. CHINESE GAL.. WHO SPEAKS CANTONESE.. so cooool.. hahaha birds of a feather.. flock together.. lalalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we learnt a song in choral arts class today.. Donna Nobis Pacem.. its Latin for .. Grant Us Thy Peace.. i got that from google.. =) technology works wonders..nyway.. we sang it in a round.. you SHOULD know what a round is.. and it was really pretty.. okay ive got a headache now.. and i should start my homework sooon.. darn math problems.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NanaBanana is Working on Algebra II &gt;&gt;&gt; radicals... what the fish is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-1375805008125228250?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1375805008125228250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=1375805008125228250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1375805008125228250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/1375805008125228250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-amazing-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-2471156725792313343</id><published>2007-09-03T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:48:17.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its the second day in a row that i m bloggin! how amazing is THAT? so tonite is the last nite i ll be spending in my room for about another month.. like i said i ll be staying in anya's room for a month..nyway.. i ve been feeling light-headed lately.. like i m floating.. and i m in a dream.. like not in focus.. i keep saying i m GIDDY.. but eric leena and anya keep correcting me.. they say giddy is for like.. hyper and happy.. but the Malaysian Kiasuness in me SPRUNG ALIVE.. i looked it up on the online dictionary and here are the results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.affected with vertigo; dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;2.attended with or causing dizziness: a giddy climb.&lt;br /&gt;3.frivolous and lighthearted; impulsive; flighty: a giddy young person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;courtesy of dictionary.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SEE!! i AM partially right.. and so are they.. anyway.. tomorrow is another week of school.. ugh.. i kinda dread it.. but i kinda look forward to it.. mayb it gets better.. i hope it does.. hahaha.. if not ive got some ppl at work who ll use baseball bats and break ppls legs in school.. ahhaa.. how i love the ppl at work.. they re so funny.. hahha..and some even said that if i turn out having NO FRIENDS.. they ll come to school during and lunch and sit with me.. ahhaha..  how cool is that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay my classes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;first block ( = first period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;World History.. mr tinucci is my teacher.. he s cool.. good looking ..married.. with 2 kids and one of ems starting kindergarten.. He told us.. and he s 36? i think.. i cant rmbr.. he s kinda vague when teacher although he s a energetic teacher.. i wish he d b more dtailed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;second block (= 2nd period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Algebra II.. Mrs. Grigg is my teacher.. she s teacher who like all math teachers believe in Practice makes perfect.. i wish it wasnt so.. haha.. nyway.. she gives homework.. and quizzes.. and doesnt tolerate smart-mouths like some certain sophomores in my class..overall she s good teacher.. abit stern.. but thats how some teachers are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;third block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HEALTH AND PE.. by far my LEAST favourite time of the day.. i m stuck with freshman who like MOST freshman [not all] are annoying and immature.. and some think they re king of the school.. and bossy lil wenches.. Miss myers is my teacher.. she a sweet lady.. but too bad she doesnt make us do stuff in PE.. its better than watching some freshman flirt with guys.. its gross.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it got better on friday.. hung out with justin and his friends.. nice ppl.. i m xpecting it to get better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fourth and LAST block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Choral arts I.. miss wagner is my teacher.. she s dynamic.. she s really dynamic.. she has a beautiful voice and i think she has some french in her blood.. i enjoy her classes.. we SING.. and SOAR and SING!! AND massage each other.. hahaha. thats what we do in warm up.. first we go from our highest pitch to the lowest.. so it sounds like a SIREN.. then followed by breathing exercises.. and then massage the person nxt to you.. and left to you.. then we sing scales and arpeggios.. so far thats all we ve been doing.. SO FAR.. we should be singing songs soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so thats school for me.. it seems awful short.. although the hours are longer than school back home.. time passes quick for me.. mayb coz i have the last lunch.. i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                                                                  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TODAY.. i called mommy and talked to her.. and then tidied and vacuumed the bathroom and my room.. so my room is quite tidy.. now.. and i m tired.. and i want to sleep.. have a history test tomorrow.. i did study.. i ll study more on my hour long bus ride to school tomorrow.. yea morning traffic jams SUCK.. goin to pack my bag.. plan my wardrobe and go to sleep.. tired.. and GIDDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GIDDY NANABANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-2471156725792313343?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2471156725792313343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=2471156725792313343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2471156725792313343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/2471156725792313343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazing-its-second-day-in-row-that-i-m.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779689522262757949.post-4255593625383210194</id><published>2007-09-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:18:12.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i havent been updating for this past week.. other than life at school.. lifes good.. so far my impression of school isnt really good.. i mean i like the classes and all.. but the ppl are not as what i xpected.. mayb coz the area i m in are full of rich kids.. who are born with silver-spoons in their mouths.. i dunno.. but nyway.. there are nice ppl there.. and I kinda enjoy myself when i m with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my choir teacher.. or rather.. choral arts teacher picked me and a few other kids in my choral arts I class to GO ON TOUR TO THE BAHAMAS ON A CRUISE NEXT SPRING BREAK! how cool is that!?! as far as i know it ll be a one week cruise.. we ll be performing at different places where we stop.. thats what i assume.. but apparently Lake Norman High School's show choir and Performance Ensemble is a big deal.. so i m really excited.. the cost of the whole trip is approx. $700.. daddy said he'd pay half of it.. and i ll pay half of it.. =) means.. I M OFF TO THE BAHAMAS!!! hahaha.. if nothing goes wrong.. i think i got an advantage coz.. no. 1 i m a foreign looking student.. and no .2 my knowledge in music theory helped a LITTLE.. we had a theory placement test.. and i think i did pretty well on that..  and i had to sing for Miss Wagner.. (my choral arts teacher..) i think i did okay.. i could have sang higher.. but something made me laugh.. and she taught i d reach my limit.. but doesnt matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is labour day.. or rather labor day.. americans spell funny.. like colour.. they spell color.. and harbour.. like harbor.. whatever.. but i have to clean my room.. and i'll be stayin in anya's room for a month.. since her grandma and grandaunt are coming from finland this tuesday.. so i have to move some stuff out.. my laptop is DEFINITELY gonna follow me.. haha.. i got some piano scores from the internet and i dont have a printer..so i took my laptop downstairs and set it on the piano..  and played! ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is gettin better.. i dont like it as much as i thought i would.. but its not as bad as the first few days.. but i must say.. all i did was cry when i came back from school the first 4 days.. and on thursday it was SO BAD.. that i couldnt stand it.. and i burst out crying at work.. and honestly.. i love the ppl at work... all of them are SO supportive.. fern, nadja, lori, linda, frank, ken.. all of them were juz showering me with care and lovin.. haha.. thanks you guys.. love you loads.. like really loads.. i didnt tell eric and leena or nybody at home for that mattter that i was THAT miserable.. i didnt want them to worry.. but i needed to vent.. so i vented to co-workers.. and i got a chocolate-raspberry cheese cake courtesy of frank that night.. omgawd.. it was THE BEST! ever.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m still at work now.. i m wating on jake to finish washing the loading dock.. man's job if not i d help.. i worked like from 9.04 am this morning..(the a.m says it all) and its now 10.11 pm.. so about 13 hours and 13 * 7.25 = 82.50 usd.. niceeee... hahah BIG FAT PAYCHECK coming MY WAY to pay for the bahamas.. i need spending money tooo! hahaha.. i got like 62 hours this for the last pay period.. so it s like 62*7.25= 490 dollars +/-   yayyyy!! hahhah.. but when i go home.. i still have to tidy my room.. and do my homework.. tomorrow i have to vaccuum and keep away some stuff and get my clothes and find a place to dump them.. and then i have to clean the bathroom AND study for a history test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world history is really a facinating class.. and mr. tinucci is a good teacher.. he s really funny.. i mean hes not funny.. he s COOL.. he s a good teacher.. although i find him like cikgu hakim.. and i feel he could go in depth.. a little more..  i guess we re supposed to self study some too.. anyway hes a really random guy too.. for a pop quiz bonus question the other day the question was.. who was the celebrity that tried to commit suicide just the other day.. i was totally blank.. and jakes here so we re gonna go now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NanaBanana is going home now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779689522262757949-4255593625383210194?l=itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4255593625383210194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7779689522262757949&amp;postID=4255593625383210194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4255593625383210194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779689522262757949/posts/default/4255593625383210194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingbananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NanaBanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06685534608421783271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyR5ASLwg10/TS0dcz3KD8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/JmT1T8qUWjk/S220/IMG_3039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
