<?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-564204825434791704</id><updated>2012-02-26T14:28:54.145+08:00</updated><category term='mums'/><title type='text'>aim your arrows high</title><subtitle type='html'>-versaemerge</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hannah J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107157759446571127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/SoVbABh6YQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YZ69FxL1XpY/S220/IMG_0775-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>483</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1053745650908533517</id><published>2012-02-25T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T18:05:41.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely annoying post. Ignore. Especially if you listen to hitz.fm :D</title><content type='html'>I don't like Nicholas Sparks or Jodi Picoult &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(currently regretting that I ever bought her books)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I don't go all rapturous over J.K. Rowling. Cecelia Ahern is okay but I don't feel the urge to reread her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Diana Wynne Jones and C.S. Lewis too. And Jostein Gaarder although his books are ridiculously hard to find here. My favourite book is Richard Adams' Watership Down. I'm pretty sure that out of the 901 friends I have on Facebook, there are maybe only 5 or 6 who have heard about that book, let alone read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read romance novels only when I'm bored and feeling dumb. Because when I read them - I start feeling smart. I like books about fantasy worlds and philosophy. Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love action movies and I adore Nicolas Cage. NO, NOT LIKE THAT, ew. But I will go and watch a romantic movie with you if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find How I Met Your Mother or Glee funny. Glee pisses me off and Barney does not - in any way - make me think he's awesome or cool or whatever his little fanboys and girls say about him. The only reason I watch HIMYM is to fill up my time when I really have nothing better to watch. And I will never watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find stuff that's played on the radio extremely boring. I don't like Katy Perry's songs but I do think she's pretty. I can't stand Bruno Mars - he looks like a horse and his songs and voice annoy me. I can't stand Avril either. Sure, she looks cute but she's overrated and her songs aren't even that awesome and her voice isn't anything special either. I find Nicki Minaj extremely annoying and Jessie J...who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I like Paramore &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(let's face it - they're commercialised and mainstream now. And I REALLY CANNOT STAND Hayley fans. Sorry, but it's true. I like Paramore fans but I've never liked Hayley fans. I think there's an older post about it somewhere in here. Hate me  all you want.)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I find The Used awesome and they have a huge fanbase. I'm crazy about Fall Out Boy and VersaEmerge and Cobra Starship and You Me At Six and The Maine and The Academy Is &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(now known as The Academy Was sigh) &lt;/span&gt;and a lot of other pretty famous bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think Adele is cool and all but if I were to choose one artist whose name starts with the letter A who I really think is cool, it would be Alice Glass. And she is in no way unknown. If you've never heard of her then you're the one living under a rock. She's been named the #1 Cool Icon by NME Magazine okay. Mainstream artists lose out to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people who think they're hipster because they listen to Theory of a Deadman or A Day To Remember. Hello, they have songs on the Transformers' soundtrack. That doesn't make them underground or hipster bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo anyway, pretty sure I'm not a hipster either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this? Labels are annoying but everyone WILL put a label on someone so I suppose mine is &lt;i&gt;hypocrite&lt;/i&gt; because I say I can't stand mainstream and yet, I conform a lot to society. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go, hi, my name is Hannah and I'm a twat &lt;i&gt;*waves*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yes, I do think I have better taste in music than you - but everyone thinks that about themselves. Don't deny it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1053745650908533517?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1053745650908533517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1053745650908533517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1053745650908533517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1053745650908533517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/extremely-annoying-post-ignore.html' title='Extremely annoying post. Ignore. Especially if you listen to hitz.fm :D'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2129551308605922252</id><published>2012-02-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T15:39:31.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging like a pendulum, the time ticks by until it's gone</title><content type='html'>Gonna post some piccies because I don't want to study. Most of them aren't related to each other. Let the captions tell the story yeah. But before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a play two nights ago at KLPAC with my drama lecturer, the boyfriend and Chia Hui. Lazy to talk much about it so I'm gonna google stuff about it then copy and paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“Sex to change the course of the world…” A grad student’s personal ad lures a randy journalism coed to his subterranean lab, where he studies fish sleep cycles for signs of the apocalypse. Will their “intensely significant coupling” lead to another big bang, or is mankind’s fate in the hands of someone watching from outside the fishbowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main characters in this play are Jules, Jo and Barbara. Jules is grad student while Jo is a journalist, Barbara is someone whom you will only recognize at the end of the play. The story begins with Jo who is trying to get into Jules’ pants and mind you, Jules is the guy. So yay to women who acknowledges their sexuality and just like men, they do want to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, our grad student Jules tries to avoid getting with sword wrapped by talking about scientific stuff. Although it was him who sent out an advert about “no-strings attached sex” of which a horny Jo responded to, Jules wanted to talk about something phenomenal that will happen thanks to hunches and some fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you read boom, that phenomenon is the global catastrophe caused by a comet. With the impact of the comet wiping off nearly all lifeform except Jo,Jules,Barbara and some fishes; we now see the ingenuity of Jules locking the door of his lab and not letting Jo get out. &lt;/blockquote&gt;My drama lecturer treated us and this makes her awesome okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBt4HCuF73U/T0cuZkZ9jSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RlJHqh-NK4/s1600/SAM_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBt4HCuF73U/T0cuZkZ9jSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RlJHqh-NK4/s320/SAM_1252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Odpqe-yqyc/T0cuyGRSQ_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SzgE3Iib1YI/s1600/SAM_0962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Odpqe-yqyc/T0cuyGRSQ_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/SzgE3Iib1YI/s320/SAM_0962.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I found. A picture of me being vain &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBt4HCuF73U/T0cuZkZ9jSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RlJHqh-NK4/s1600/SAM_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-8wlSHJKqs/T0ct9RTpC7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cFdkOCkcKhA/s1600/SAM_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-8wlSHJKqs/T0ct9RTpC7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cFdkOCkcKhA/s320/SAM_0963.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ask me who this is.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-8wlSHJKqs/T0ct9RTpC7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/cFdkOCkcKhA/s1600/SAM_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2llispJ48ZU/T0ct9ij2gBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WYU9gtRDKyI/s1600/SAM_0964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2llispJ48ZU/T0ct9ij2gBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WYU9gtRDKyI/s320/SAM_0964.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erm, hi?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-502DoVP1uOA/T0ct9zVPCtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TFFXIwoGako/s1600/SAM_0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-502DoVP1uOA/T0ct9zVPCtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TFFXIwoGako/s320/SAM_0967.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old Form 5 painting. HOW THE HECK DID I GET A FOR ART.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7XSbtarKKE/T0ct-GNrr8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/3KgKDj9N1XQ/s1600/SAM_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7XSbtarKKE/T0ct-GNrr8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/3KgKDj9N1XQ/s320/SAM_1148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I did a few nights ago. &lt;br /&gt;Posted it on tumblr, hence the url.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Up2U_XiGA/T0cuZve6rLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/u-Wtiub-6kM/s1600/SAM_1189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-Up2U_XiGA/T0cuZve6rLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/u-Wtiub-6kM/s320/SAM_1189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair colour after 3 weeks of it being purple.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXDjJOOBqSU/T0cuZ0O1G7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/iOfVgby6Dm8/s1600/SAM_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXDjJOOBqSU/T0cuZ0O1G7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/iOfVgby6Dm8/s320/SAM_1274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm out!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2129551308605922252?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2129551308605922252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2129551308605922252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2129551308605922252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2129551308605922252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/swinging-like-pendulum-time-ticks-by.html' title='Swinging like a pendulum, the time ticks by until it&apos;s gone'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBt4HCuF73U/T0cuZkZ9jSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5RlJHqh-NK4/s72-c/SAM_1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8482891513344486226</id><published>2012-02-17T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T20:33:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater</title><content type='html'>I'm currently staring at my laptop screen, switching between four different tabs. One of them is the one where I'm typing this out. The other three are of the same pair of boots - in different colours. Cotton On (the Australian, not Malaysian one) is having sales now. These boots are going for $10 (that's around RM30+/-) and I refuse to give up the chance to get them this cheap. Also, they're kind of a consolation prize to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results for the second semester's finals came out and my results are horrific. Don't say I'm overreacting because I'm not. One does not simply drop from a 3.7812 GPA to a 3.2352 GPA without feeling murderous. And even though my CGPA is still 3.5 it sucks because that's either A- or B+ and I don't need my parents on my back asking why I always disappoint when it comes to the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll admit, a major part of it was my fault. No matter how terrible the lecturers are in speaking English, or how boring the subject is, at the end of the day, I'm the one who did not pay attention or bother to revise properly. In fact, for the bloody Mass Media and Society paper, I PLAYED SIMS THE NIGHT BEFORE I HAD TO SIT FOR THE PAPER. Somebody kick me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this sem, I'm not sure how I'm going to do it but I'm determined to get my 4.0, SOMEHOW. I've started on the second book for drama and I've already got all the points I plan to use for my first presentation. I...will be reading through the Electronic Publishing notes over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I feel like this is all gonna fail and that sooner or later, I will lapse into my usual procrastination state but. I dunno. I've never really cared about my results. I suppose it was partly cos I went to a school that stressed the importance of the science stream and didn't really bother about the arts stream so when I switched to an arts class, there were only 2 or 3 other people who I really had to compete with and it made me lazy. I've always been lazy, I'm just lazier now -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I guess to some of you, this setback isn't much but it's a really low point in life for me because I think I've woken up to the fact that life isn't gonna spoon feed me anymore and mediocre results are never gonna make me happy because I'm kiasu. It comes from years of constantly being compared to my cousins who are all "so smart!" and "so talented!" and "scholarship students!" and the one time I finally manage to pull myself up to their level and bag a scholarship for myself, I get all over confident and think that it will all just be a breeze after that and then I go and do something stupid that might cost me my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm sick. The whole throat feels like sandpaper, eyes watering, nose dripping, head weighing more than body thing. EXCUSE ME FOR FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew...now I'm annoyed at me too lol I pity whoever is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work to do, goodbye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8482891513344486226?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8482891513344486226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8482891513344486226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8482891513344486226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8482891513344486226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/cheatercheaterbestfriendeater.html' title='CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1967218944200344733</id><published>2012-02-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:45:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This conversation is moving faster than I thought it would</title><content type='html'>2 months and 24 days after we met, he kissed me and we spiraled into a confused heap of "Are we still friends?" "What now?" and "What the hell is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a little while to decide that yes, we want to be together. That spiraled us into another confused heap. On my part, it was because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I said I would never date him&lt;br /&gt;2) I was in like with someone else&lt;br /&gt;3) Everyone else (well, actually 3 other people only) thought we were gonna get together and I wanted to prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his part, I think it went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He said he would never date anyone older than him&lt;br /&gt;2) He was in like with someone else&lt;br /&gt;3) I had made it quite clear that I would never date him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late because we had both kissed (or rather, her kissed me and I sat there like a century old statue) and there were only 3 options. Have an awkward friendship and slowly drift apart. Pretend nothing happened and continue being friends but keep feeling awkward and slowly drift apart. Or get together and see what happens. Oh, that makes it 2 options actually. So anyways, we chose the last option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that he was under the impression that I didn't want people to know about us. And I was under the impression that HE didn't want people to know about us. So yep, more spiraling and more confused heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the confusion is over now though (I think) and I'm lazy to expound on the wonders of our relationship. Besides, most of it is personal you busy-bodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up. And now I have an extra person to buy chocolates for this year (besides myself. And mom. Not dad though cos he eats too much. Mom eats a lot slower so I get to finish more heehee) so I might as well expose a little of the whole OMG-WE-GOT-TOGETHER thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, RORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's 2 days ahead but shush and appreciate this okay? Okay. Yay. I lavh you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1967218944200344733?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1967218944200344733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1967218944200344733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1967218944200344733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1967218944200344733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-conversation-is-moving-faster-than.html' title='This conversation is moving faster than I thought it would'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2252909962426004097</id><published>2012-02-08T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:39:54.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch, but I'm friends with her sister</title><content type='html'>Even as I'm typing this, I feel like a very mean person. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie and I have just superglued one girl's slippers to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not kidding. I provided the glue, my roomie did the dirty work and the I used a broom to push down the slipper to make sure it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no valid explanation really. We're just fed up of this girl. She glares at us every single time she sees us. Whenever she walks past our room, she stares into it as if there is a monster invasion or something and whenever we pass by her room and she's about to go in, she will either wait til we're past her or hurry in and make sure there is just enough space for her to get in just so we don't look in. Oh and she'll be glaring at us the whole time, OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now a bad person. I am kind of a bully. I suppose to justify this, I am bullying back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there's no justification really. I feel bad. But I can't wait to hear her exclamations later when she comes out of her friend's room and realises her slipper is stuck. Heeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2252909962426004097?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2252909962426004097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2252909962426004097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2252909962426004097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2252909962426004097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/lifes-bitch-but-im-friends-with-her.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch, but I&apos;m friends with her sister'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4131232733095505272</id><published>2012-02-02T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:38:18.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title cos I'm lazy</title><content type='html'>Rollerblading was a lot easier when I was younger. This just goes to show how much un-fun it is, the closer you are to being an adult. Ha. I'll be 20 this year, 1 year away from being able to vote, woohoo! I take my voting privileges very seriously because I refuse to be one of those people who complain incessantly about the government but are too lazy to take that extra step in voting just to help a little in changing the leadership of the country. But that is beside the point. Not that I have much of a point really. I suppose my point is that now I suck at rollerblading and I ache all over but going at 2 in the afternoon to the rink is a good idea cos it's (according to the staff) &lt;i&gt;Happy Hour&lt;/i&gt; and we get 2 hours of rollerblading for 10 bucks. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to KL this Sunday. Not really looking forward to it because: 1) it's KL, and 2) back to classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I do wanna go spend the remaining &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(omg I tried to spell it as remainding just now, I'm becoming my dad)&lt;/span&gt; RM100 worth of book vouchers that I have. On what exactly, I'm not sure. Maybe a journal or something. Though I don't really write in journals anymore... I don't know what books to buy though soooo, yeah. Any suggestions? No romance novels please, those are downloadable off mobile9 :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my dad, we're supposed to go out for ochien NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ochien is oyster pancake (or oyster omelette) by the way and there are two kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixthseal.com/images/penang/o%20chien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.sixthseal.com/images/penang/o%20chien.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3399681354_d5f1afd819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3399681354_d5f1afd819.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft one is horrible, never order it, you can cook it yourself at home. Though I'd never cook it myself, I don't like it like this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crispy one though ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like eating junk food except that it's really filling and the oysterssssss sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuching has this food festival kinda thing every year in August. Kuching Fest. THE OCHIEN THERE IS AWESOME. But it's ten bucks per ochien ;___;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's in August. I happen to go to a college ACROSS THE SEA that doesn't have holidays in August. Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is still not back, my toes are still killing me and I need to visit the toilet to make space for my ochien. Goodbye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, random side note, I understand why certain people private their profile on Twitter but there are some really irritating ones who set it to private and then beg for loads of followers and...yeah, just annoyed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I finally met that girl who I randomly talk to sometimes on Twitter and she was wearing a Paramore shirt, woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really need the toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4131232733095505272?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4131232733095505272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4131232733095505272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4131232733095505272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4131232733095505272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-title-cos-im-lazy.html' title='No title cos I&apos;m lazy'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3399681354_d5f1afd819_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4620878177657928662</id><published>2012-02-01T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:55:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance to Purple Rain</title><content type='html'>Harrow everibadi. Remember how I was supposed to dye my hair blue? Yeah, it involved bleaching as well so I changed my mind at the last minute and asked the hair stylist to purple-fy my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I HAS PURPUR HAIR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1N5wMV70EQ/TykYGpAMSRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NUlRElxH6h4/s1600/2012-02-01%2B18.03.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1N5wMV70EQ/TykYGpAMSRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NUlRElxH6h4/s320/2012-02-01%2B18.03.04.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBPyFdDZlgY/TykYGxrgmHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NcuPpWstpXo/s1600/2012-02-01%2B18.03.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBPyFdDZlgY/TykYGxrgmHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NcuPpWstpXo/s320/2012-02-01%2B18.03.47.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0wDTIisAu4/TykYxxxSGJI/AAAAAAAAATc/p9MzF98p1bQ/s1600/2012-02-01%2B14.05.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0wDTIisAu4/TykYxxxSGJI/AAAAAAAAATc/p9MzF98p1bQ/s320/2012-02-01%2B14.05.38.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK, TELL ME MY HAIR IS PRETTEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repainting my nails now to match the hair heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go be a girl now, excuse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4620878177657928662?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4620878177657928662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4620878177657928662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4620878177657928662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4620878177657928662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/02/dance-to-purple-rain.html' title='Dance to Purple Rain'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1N5wMV70EQ/TykYGpAMSRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NUlRElxH6h4/s72-c/2012-02-01%2B18.03.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-467006039617206558</id><published>2012-01-31T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:58:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're listening, whoa-oh-oh-oh</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to The Hills with V &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(longtime buddy and "sister" cos apparently, we look alike -.-)&lt;/span&gt; to caesar salad and shop. Well, I shopped. She couldn't decide if she wanted a particular blouse or not and when she finally did, it was gone. She was hopping mad after that. Oh, but that's not the point of this story. I've broadcasted this story to so many people already but I wanna immortalise it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to pee. Yup, the story involved peeing and toilets and strangers in toilet &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*creepy music*&lt;/span&gt; ANYYYYYWAYS. We had to pee. So we went to the toilet. Suddenly, we realised we didn't have any tissues and the toilet - being a Malaysian public toilet - didn't have any either. But V asked me all the same, "Hannah, do you have tissue?" and I answered in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were peeing &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(this is the part where you imagine pee noises and the toilet smell of a Malaysian public toilet)&lt;/span&gt; I heard a noise coming from V's stall. It sounded like someone was knocking on her door or on the wall of her stall. Then V piped up, "Hannah is that you?" and I replied in the negative, again. All was silent again, except for pee noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done peeing earlier than her so I went out of my stall first &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(lawd, this sounds like we took forever peeing)&lt;/span&gt; and when I did, I saw this girl washing her hands at the sink. When she saw me, she smiled at me. Being a nice, kind and friendly person, I smiled back at her. Then she left. After she left, V came out and sort of threw a packet of tissues down on the sink counter. "Nah!" she said. I looked at her. I looked at the tissues. I looked at her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those aren't mine," I said. She looked back at me. "Are you serious?" I nodded. She started shrieking. I started shrieking back at her, "IS THAT WHY YOU ASKED IF IT WAS ME JUST NOW?? I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME RIGHT!!" She shrieked back, "I THOUGHT YOU WERE LYING!!" I started laughing at her but she was freaking out. Finally I told her that the tissues were prolly from the girl that I saw but that just succeeded in freaking her out more. After all, didn't our parents teach us to never accept gifts from strangers? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, after we walked around some more, I had to pee again. So we went to toilet, again. I asked her for the tissues. She started digging around in her bag. She took out a different packet, mumbled, "Not this one." and continued digging thru her bag. I stared at her. Suddenly her head shot up and she stared back at me and then yelled, "I HAVE TISSUE!!" I started laughing and yelled back, "WHY YOU NEVER CHECK PROPERLY JUST NOW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blamed me and said that weird things always happen to her when she goes out with me, poor innocent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go wash my blanket now sigh I have to start packing for KL soon &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*stamps feet, wails and ties self to window grill*&lt;/span&gt; so until the next time a stranger donates a packet of tissues to me or one of my friends, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-467006039617206558?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/467006039617206558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=467006039617206558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/467006039617206558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/467006039617206558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-youre-listening-whoa-oh-oh-oh.html' title='If you&apos;re listening, whoa-oh-oh-oh'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6599517410799032884</id><published>2012-01-27T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:11:39.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the fifth day of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Wait, wrong song. Hi, it's the fifth day of CHINESE NEW YEAR and Happy CNY to everibadi and may I still get more angpao even though I won't be visiting anyone anymore (sigh) and anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that I don't know what to call my dad's siblings. Okay, I know his oldest sister is my "Tua ko" and his second sister is my "Ji ko" and then he has another sister, I don't know her ranking but I just call her by her name and then add the "ko" behind. And I know my dad's first brother is "Tua pek" but I just call him Uncle Bong lol it drives my grandma crazy. And dad's youngest brother, I call him Uncle also lol and then the uncle that my grandma is staying with now, I just kind of mumble stuff under my breath so it sounds like I'm greeting him properly even though I'm not and I'm pretty sure I've missed out some siblings but omg why does he have so many siblings for and this is just his Chinese side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the Bidayuh side is slightly easier, I just Uncle/Aunty everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's side is less complicated. I say their name and then add ee-ee or ah ku SO HASSLE-FREE. I blame my dad for not teaching me properly when I was younger hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mom's side, during New Year's Eve dinner, mom's youngest brother (no names shall be named in fear of relatives discovering my blog, I should really change my url. I'm rambling) yelled at all his nieces and nephews, "THOSE OF YOU WHO WANT MONEY, GO TO GRANDMA NOW!" hmmm well that succeeded in making everyone kind of shy to go to her lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's cny has been driving me crazy cos I never get to meet up with my friends :( except yesterday at Bel's where I lost 1 buck cos of blackjack haha her mom lost 20 plus, awwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, from all the $$$ that I've been collecting, I'm gonna dye my hair blue! :D&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said that a million times but I really mean it this time. On Thursday (that's the 3rd) I'll be going to this hair salon (because saloon is a car okay, you guys need to get your sals right) near my church to dye my hair blue so that it matches my blood (blue blooded equals royalty, geddit??) YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my hair looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tsaeckkPzE/TyIzH6JnytI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XRKMg8dZdBw/s1600/xoxo_1865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tsaeckkPzE/TyIzH6JnytI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XRKMg8dZdBw/s320/xoxo_1865.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda makes me think of THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stealherstyle.net/wp-content/uploads/hair/cassadee/a-line-4-fs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://stealherstyle.net/wp-content/uploads/hair/cassadee/a-line-4-fs.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually did it to look like THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tP73P2wqzzg/TyI5lBUO_xI/AAAAAAAAASc/-_lG-jR9DoM/s1600/Sierra_Kusterbeck_VersaEmerge_Picture_64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tP73P2wqzzg/TyI5lBUO_xI/AAAAAAAAASc/-_lG-jR9DoM/s320/Sierra_Kusterbeck_VersaEmerge_Picture_64.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So now I'm hoping that after I do the blue, I'll end up with hair that looks like THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqhdaqQyhB1qjqmm4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqhdaqQyhB1qjqmm4o1_500.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot shorter of course. More like. Hmmm wait, lemme google stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I have this pic of Sherri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx9YJOxCJgU/TyI6zvIDAAI/AAAAAAAAASo/C1eJQMbGuX8/s1600/tumblr_lt6uqyBYpE1qzim8po1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx9YJOxCJgU/TyI6zvIDAAI/AAAAAAAAASo/C1eJQMbGuX8/s320/tumblr_lt6uqyBYpE1qzim8po1_500.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll is cute, no? Normally I don't like dolls but ones like this make me giggly and girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough about hair and blue and short and long. I am so hungry and I think my dad is cooking something soupy with 3 layer pork in it yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;If and when I get married, it shall be to a guy who can cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I plan on trolling MPH or Popular for the Pass The Bomb game IT IS FUN. I need people with good English to play it with me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Hui, if you're reading, you up for it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6599517410799032884?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6599517410799032884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6599517410799032884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6599517410799032884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6599517410799032884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-fifth-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the fifth day of Christmas...'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tsaeckkPzE/TyIzH6JnytI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XRKMg8dZdBw/s72-c/xoxo_1865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6608151986778519167</id><published>2012-01-15T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:42:36.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come a little closer</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering, yes I'm back home. I would be downstairs with mom but when I went down, she mumbled to me to lower the speed of the fan and then proceeded to continue napping. And my dad is out in the backyard barbecuing. I went into the kitchen and was greeted with a big pot of barbecued pork. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a two-hour nap to make up for my extreme lack of sleep last night. My brain and eyes refused to shut down and I spent the whole journey back acting like a zombie but unable to fall asleep ANYWHERE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I had a joyful reunion with my dogs. All 3 hugged me and smothered me with their smelly, unwashed, doggy-smell. I have a feeling I'll be roped into bathing them soon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to put my stuff and then I remembered, "Wait, I have one more dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed downstairs and went to the backyard. I didn't see her. I called her name but she never appeared. So I drifted over to my dad and asked where she was. He looked everywhere but at me and finally said that she died already. !!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the nonstop raining got to her and she fell sick and then died on New Year's morning. Sigh. I suppose my parents didn't tell me cos I was in the middle of my finals but I wished they had told me all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKpVoKCgLeo/TxK5zXEB95I/AAAAAAAAARs/tSefmtW0S6A/s1600/xoxo_0429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKpVoKCgLeo/TxK5zXEB95I/AAAAAAAAARs/tSefmtW0S6A/s320/xoxo_0429.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, baby. You and your uncanny ability to say "nooooooo" in the cutest way possible :')&lt;br /&gt;May you be happier in dog heaven ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6608151986778519167?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6608151986778519167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6608151986778519167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6608151986778519167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6608151986778519167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/come-little-closer.html' title='come a little closer'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKpVoKCgLeo/TxK5zXEB95I/AAAAAAAAARs/tSefmtW0S6A/s72-c/xoxo_0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4109575837389175911</id><published>2012-01-14T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:31:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away</title><content type='html'>HAHA I know I said I won't be updating but I figured this could be a short, annoying post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped again today. Bought a new belt and another hairband! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, not very proud of self cos that money is to pay for my fees next sem. I promise that after I dye my hair and buy 3 more skirts, I won't touch it anymore OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, CNY is coming up so I'll have ang pow to replace it huahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My balance now very pretty though. RM 2,222.22 HAHAHAHA so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today while walking back to hostel after shopping, I started a fart-fiasco. Every step I took, I farted. So I complained to my roommate. And she started singing the song that goes, "Every move I make, I make in You, You make me move, Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I changed the lyrics to, "Every step I take, I make a fart, You make me fart, Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit me, quite hard T___T but she fell about laughing as well haha I'M SORRY, JESUS. It was...a spur of the moment thingy :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye! Going home tmrw yay! I have a few more repacking sessions to go thru before I'm happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4109575837389175911?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4109575837389175911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4109575837389175911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4109575837389175911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4109575837389175911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-it-makes-no-difference-if-i-throw.html' title='Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-9037727315378640557</id><published>2012-01-13T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:50:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one does it better!</title><content type='html'>I know I said I wasn't gonna blog anymore but I deem this instant-blog-worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-An6mzJo_VcM/TxBC_2q1bKI/AAAAAAAAARg/qKZgFpYYfRw/s1600/390158_349260468417998_210984258912287_1553448_1829216904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-An6mzJo_VcM/TxBC_2q1bKI/AAAAAAAAARg/qKZgFpYYfRw/s320/390158_349260468417998_210984258912287_1553448_1829216904_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich is perfect for getting Cheesie to do I LAV MA FRIENDS OK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby give Mich the biggest heart I've ever put up here haha AWHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And yeah, I stole that pic off Cheesie's fb I R SRY :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-9037727315378640557?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/9037727315378640557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=9037727315378640557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/9037727315378640557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/9037727315378640557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-one-does-it-better.html' title='no one does it better!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-An6mzJo_VcM/TxBC_2q1bKI/AAAAAAAAARg/qKZgFpYYfRw/s72-c/390158_349260468417998_210984258912287_1553448_1829216904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2144509193127963556</id><published>2012-01-13T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:52:25.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't win until I make you lose</title><content type='html'>Hello hello I went on a shopping spree with my beloved roommate today!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioANzr4AZ4E/TxAFtoN5dKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ey4-GIZGJ_k/s1600/2012-01-13%2B13.03.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioANzr4AZ4E/TxAFtoN5dKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ey4-GIZGJ_k/s320/2012-01-13%2B13.03.21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That woman photo-bombing us *sigh*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the pretty trinkets I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be clear, I'm scared of all winged insects except dragonflies. I actually like dragonflies. They might startle me occasionally but I won't run away from them. Unless you shove their dead carcass in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WB2VeFdAuSw/TxAFtiRk-2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kdqCY38px9s/s1600/2012-01-13%2B16.56.37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WB2VeFdAuSw/TxAFtiRk-2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/kdqCY38px9s/s320/2012-01-13%2B16.56.37.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRETTEH! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally got the hairbands I've been wanting! Yes, one that's very Serena-ish, the other that's Blair-ish &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(just that the ribbon isn't big enough)&lt;/span&gt; and they were a lot cheaper than all the other places that I saw them at so I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saMxqoOdTIc/TxAFuZ-lxwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xhmAjtn2TqI/s1600/2012-01-13%2B16.57.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-saMxqoOdTIc/TxAFuZ-lxwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xhmAjtn2TqI/s320/2012-01-13%2B16.57.35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself earrings too! Since Bel wanted one and my roommate wanted one and it was 3 for RM10 soooo, I got one for myself too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie's one not in the pic cos I gave it to her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPEKFDlqVZ4/TxAFulrSUnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-zvICsonmLU/s1600/2012-01-13%2B16.58.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPEKFDlqVZ4/TxAFulrSUnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-zvICsonmLU/s320/2012-01-13%2B16.58.00.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L: Bel's. R: mineeee.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you know how the government's giving out RM200 worth of vouchers to spend in participating bookstores? I know they're supposed to be for textbooks but next sem I only have two subjects. I already have the books for Drama so there's only one other subject to buy a textbook for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I wait til the fourth sem to buy the textbooks needed then, the vouchers would have expired already,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they expired at the end of March. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I BOUGHT MYSELF HEADPHONES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqI7D-KdJZQ/TxAFujMFLjI/AAAAAAAAARM/FUnjxtBZh28/s1600/2012-01-13%2B16.58.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqI7D-KdJZQ/TxAFujMFLjI/AAAAAAAAARM/FUnjxtBZh28/s320/2012-01-13%2B16.58.34.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And books of course yay hooray yippeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZA5ksElmjo/TxAF9R78zJI/AAAAAAAAARU/d-mKCKvrLoE/s1600/2012-01-13%2B16.59.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZA5ksElmjo/TxAF9R78zJI/AAAAAAAAARU/d-mKCKvrLoE/s320/2012-01-13%2B16.59.00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have stuff to chew on tonight muahahaha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go read my books now, this is an obligatory update because I prolly won't be updating much &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(or at all?)&lt;/span&gt; when I go home. Not that I won't have time, just that I might not be online that often at home. The last time I went home, mom complained that all I did was stay in my room. So now I'm gonna sit down with her every afternoon and night and brave all the Hokkien and Taiwanese shows that she loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, goodbye blog!&lt;br /&gt;You can rest now.&lt;br /&gt;After today, I won't come and bother you and scream when you won't upload my pics and shriek when you get my formatting all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that actually sounds peaceful and stress-free for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be on Twitter though. Spamming away whenever I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's Chinese New Year when I get back sooo, I'll be busy. What with all the getting up early and rushing around visiting my millions of relatives and family friends, I might not get the chance to be online during the first 3 days at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 3 days actually isn't very long. Okay I really wanna go read my books now. GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;May time stop when I'm back in Kuching so I don't have to come back to KL, AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2144509193127963556?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2144509193127963556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2144509193127963556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2144509193127963556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2144509193127963556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-win-until-i-make-you-lose.html' title='I don&apos;t win until I make you lose'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioANzr4AZ4E/TxAFtoN5dKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ey4-GIZGJ_k/s72-c/2012-01-13%2B13.03.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3470280320295572145</id><published>2012-01-12T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:05:44.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Painfully, they struggle to their feet while still desperately trying to hurt the other in any way possible. Their eyes are ablazed - two fires eerily alike. It takes me a moment to realise that Ben is the one who has the advantage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Stop it! Just stop!" I cry out desperately. But of course, neither of them take notice. And so I do the only thing my scattered, chaotic mind can comprehend.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;My fishing net firmly in hand, I quickly stumble down the hill. "Ash! Duck!" I scream out, my jellied legs unable to stop. For a millisecond, both boys stop.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"A duck? Where?" Ash calls, looking around in confusion before his eyes widen in terror at the sight of me running blindly towards him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cold Water - Annmarie McQueen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part made me burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm going back to the book to complete.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for Hope and Ash to get together heeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3470280320295572145?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3470280320295572145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3470280320295572145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3470280320295572145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3470280320295572145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2754735475684786119</id><published>2012-01-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:01:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me the best mixtape I have</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by my post title, I've been listening to Butch Walker again.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite song by him, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Hurrhurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;No, I refuse to be hipster today, go listen to Bruno Mars, go. Go, I tell you, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. No, I don't think I'll ever like Bruno Mars but this isn't a post to bash him, this is a post of...Christmas 2011/NYE's/post-finals-celebration-extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you don't already know what I've gotten my boyfriend &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(it's still weird to say this omg why can't there be a less awkward word)&lt;/span&gt;, it's a &lt;i&gt;*clears throat*&lt;/i&gt; ok naymind, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo9RQmJr1v8/Tw2I-sVDjGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KORqN8S6yNU/s1600/2011-12-24%2B00.17.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo9RQmJr1v8/Tw2I-sVDjGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KORqN8S6yNU/s320/2011-12-24%2B00.17.36.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that's right! I got him a Superman shirt :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDJM2vlUBWc/Tw2I-7HT9EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/c7rgOQ3Jubo/s1600/2011-12-25%2B15.33.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDJM2vlUBWc/Tw2I-7HT9EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/c7rgOQ3Jubo/s320/2011-12-25%2B15.33.13.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which he deemed worthy of putting on immediately, awh &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So yeah, it isn't the most imaginative present around but I did hear him say that he wanted one so I hunted high and low for it. Ok, I lied, I found it in the first shop I went to but it was redonkulously expensive so I found another one in the third shop I visited. I know, I know, I'm a pro shopper *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpm7F-Xem2E/Tw2I_PC7A5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fULXmnk8G0w/s1600/2011-12-25%2B15.33.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpm7F-Xem2E/Tw2I_PC7A5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fULXmnk8G0w/s320/2011-12-25%2B15.33.02.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these are my legs....why does it seem like I only ever wear these pair of sneakers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRLKqvj_W7I/Tw2I_Vsdh9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9jd2hBM69PE/s1600/2011-12-25%2B17.15.50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRLKqvj_W7I/Tw2I_Vsdh9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/9jd2hBM69PE/s320/2011-12-25%2B17.15.50.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I'm aware that it looks like my boobs aren't covered but I assure you, THEY ARE. Do you feel assured now?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We spent Christmas dragging our feet around a shopping mall not buying anything HAHA. Ok, that's a lie, I bought Twisties. Oh, you wanna know what he got me? Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PwU3ShZkM4/Tw2I_qYlgpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IMuwnqYjadM/s1600/2011-12-26%2B16.27.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PwU3ShZkM4/Tw2I_qYlgpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/IMuwnqYjadM/s320/2011-12-26%2B16.27.39.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What ma baby got me :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I named her &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(yes, she's a her)&lt;/span&gt; Am&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;y cos&amp;nbsp;aimé in French means beloved but I've decided to change her name to Sierra cos Sierra seems like a name that's more...sunshine-y. Also, I love Sierra Kusterbeck. And I love this sunflower about as much as I love the Sierra she's named after :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fast forward to New Year's Eve! Spent the night with the boyfriend again, at a different mall &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(the good thing about staying in KL is that I have more malls as options to go to instead of the same old Spring heh)&lt;/span&gt; and we shared peanut butter ice cream with caramel from Gelato Fruity omg I love this ice cream it is quite possibly my fave ever, I could eat a whole tub of it all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm straying. Ok so we shared ice cream, had teppanyaki &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(ye gads, did I spell it right)&lt;/span&gt; for dinner then rushed to different mall to buy my imported Pringles and then we watched the fireworks at KLCC from a pretty good vantage point &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(but no, we were not at KLCC, IZ U KONPIUSED?). &lt;/span&gt;I may not have been home but it was a pretty good New Year's Eve, def one of my favourites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN4nqRFtbVE/Tw2K7Aum7iI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OIqUX8OTqBM/s1600/378156_2747670286099_1087826642_4018489_520652610_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN4nqRFtbVE/Tw2K7Aum7iI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OIqUX8OTqBM/s320/378156_2747670286099_1087826642_4018489_520652610_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER ICE CREAM NOMZ.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But speaking of home! GUESS WHO'S GOING HOME SOOOOOON! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVQUhjZ9OY8/Tw2KQ-avMII/AAAAAAAAAPI/lqoYvZF_GGo/s1600/2012-01-09%2B14.38.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVQUhjZ9OY8/Tw2KQ-avMII/AAAAAAAAAPI/lqoYvZF_GGo/s320/2012-01-09%2B14.38.40.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's going home soon! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I've even packed my suitcase ohoho. Which will be receiving some unpacking soon cos I need to add in more stuff. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgH69RFsCSA/Tw2KRBC_mfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Tp4dfwFUzhg/s1600/2012-01-11%2B20.36.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgH69RFsCSA/Tw2KRBC_mfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Tp4dfwFUzhg/s320/2012-01-11%2B20.36.32.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohaider.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh yes, I mentioned the post-finals-celebration-extravaganza, no? I lied. I exaggerated. Celebration my left foot's little toe's toenail. It consisted of 3 people and a one and a half hour wait for the free shuttle bus to Ikea and then the steady rushing of searching for what my mom wanted me to buy &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(which was the whole reason I chose Ikea which led to that horrendous wait but it really wasn't that bad cos I had Slurpee, yum!)&lt;/span&gt; and yummy Swedish meatballs. Ikea's meatballs are amazing. Actually, I love the gravy more than the meatballs heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nojCDrfJ3ew/Tw2KRJXoqOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QOG-HLy22tA/s1600/2012-01-11%2B20.36.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nojCDrfJ3ew/Tw2KRJXoqOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QOG-HLy22tA/s320/2012-01-11%2B20.36.59.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama's food bag clips.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh yes, I GOT MY SCHOLARSHIP MONEY, FINALLY. Well, the first installment. Let's hope my grades for this sem's finals are good enough to let the other installments come in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEZl5_F2qhw/Tw2KRuFpxiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NJheEepinmU/s1600/2012-01-11%2B20.39.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEZl5_F2qhw/Tw2KRuFpxiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NJheEepinmU/s320/2012-01-11%2B20.39.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My scholarship money is in! Woots. It says RM 2500. If you're curious.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And yes, I blacked out everything that I deemed important, even the time that I banked in the cheque. I'm a paranoid freak like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH2LkkXrac8/Tw2TJFtgpzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sSipv0C-zk8/s1600/Snapshot_20120108_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH2LkkXrac8/Tw2TJFtgpzI/AAAAAAAAAQM/sSipv0C-zk8/s320/Snapshot_20120108_4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boyfriend and I&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think I left out a lot of things that I initially wanted to say but not intentionally, I just forgot what I wanted to say I'M SORRY, I'M GETTING OLD, I'LL BE TURNING 20 THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm getting lazy. My eyes are sleepy and I want to read. For stalkers who want to come and say hi to me, I'll be going to Amcorp Mall this Friday, don't be afraid to stop by! Don't be surprised if I freak out and throw plastic chairs at you either! We can turn it into a regular see-who-aims-the-plastic-chair-the-furthest marathon! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've eaten too much chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s - I love you, Rory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2754735475684786119?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2754735475684786119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2754735475684786119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2754735475684786119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2754735475684786119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-gave-me-best-mixtape-i-have.html' title='You gave me the best mixtape I have'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo9RQmJr1v8/Tw2I-sVDjGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KORqN8S6yNU/s72-c/2011-12-24%2B00.17.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-656214819248649725</id><published>2012-01-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:48:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And whispers, it convinces me I'm right</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"But, Jesus I've fallen, I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker, I'll meet my maker clean. But, Jesus the truth is, I've struggled so hard to believe I'll meet my maker, I'll need my maker. To cure me of my doubting blood and drain me of the sins I love and take from me my disbelief. I know it should come easily but it remains inside of me, it battles and devours me, it cuddles up the side of me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Every time I lose sight of my faith, I listen to this. Thank you, Dashboard. And of course, thank YOU, God, for giving them to me. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-656214819248649725?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/656214819248649725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=656214819248649725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/656214819248649725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/656214819248649725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-whispers-it-convinces-me-im-right.html' title='And whispers, it convinces me I&apos;m right'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3075409458229084098</id><published>2012-01-08T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:41:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation before I hit the ground</title><content type='html'>People tend to think I'm smart. In all honesty I feel about as smart as a soft-boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;My finals are killing me. I have more faith in my cgpa dropping than in it rising or even staying the same. And it's not even really note-worthy to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronise me and say everything will be fine, I hate false assurances like that, even though I do it to others sometimes heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't the update I was promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that update doesn't look promising either. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might never appear now. I've kind of lost the mood to do anything really. I dunno why but these days, half the time I feel lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm defeating the entire message that my blog's title is trying to project with this defeatist attitude but I don't care I want to wail and mope around so I'm going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm going home in 7 days I CAN'T WAIT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3075409458229084098?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3075409458229084098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3075409458229084098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3075409458229084098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3075409458229084098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/desperation-before-i-hit-ground.html' title='Desperation before I hit the ground'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2965041325545209843</id><published>2012-01-05T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:27:58.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You breathe in when I exhale</title><content type='html'>I know I promised an update. But I'M SO BUSY. I'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exams. Before I go back. I promise. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little trailer: sunflower. superman. swimming. ikea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, having a little problem with the whole dyeing hair thing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2965041325545209843?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2965041325545209843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2965041325545209843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2965041325545209843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2965041325545209843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-breathe-in-when-i-exhale.html' title='You breathe in when I exhale'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5418694397404464715</id><published>2011-12-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:23:14.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a secret.</title><content type='html'>Here's an update sooner than &amp;nbsp;I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was in KL and she wanted to visit my grandma in the nursing home that's in Kuching but she didn't know how to get there. So I told her she could take the train to Kelana Jaya and then take a taxi &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I believe I go to KJ way too often)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting at the station, she decided it would be a good idea to wait right in the middle of the train tracks so I had to go pull her out of the way and then we nearly missed the last train (even though it was the middle of the afternoon). When we got to KJ, things had changed so Chia Hui (who appeared out of nowhere) offered to drive us around before she headed for the Foster The People concert. My mom shrieked that she was going too so they made plans to go together, after she was done visiting my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the nursing home, we got lost and then my mom said she didn't want to go to the concert anymore so she tore up her ticket and then I suddenly had a ticket too so I tore it up too and then Chia Hui tore hers up hahahaha and then while all the tearing up was happening, I vaguely remember feeling like it was such a waste because each ticket was RM168. WE COULD HAVE SOLD THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the scene changed to me alone. I was supposed to stay over at my uncle's place but I didn't wanna stay there alone so I went to Tabby and Jamie's place but only Jamie was around and he was gonna go out for basketball practice so he gave me the keys to their place and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was alone in the house, I realised that it's haunted so I ran all the way back to my uncle's place in the dark. And when I reached there, my dad arrived to pick me up and we were nearly home already when I realised that I hadn't given Jamie's keys back to him so we had to turn around again and when we reached his place, we found them celebrating a Christmas party with my paternal grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, what a MESSY dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sort of reflects my messy life I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5418694397404464715?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5418694397404464715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5418694397404464715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5418694397404464715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5418694397404464715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/got-secret.html' title='Got a secret.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1015022594414492715</id><published>2011-12-29T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:50:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it matters at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrWBo_QkRM4/TvtIMwq_xyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aHgMeGOYKk0/s1600/Catch%2BUp_.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrWBo_QkRM4/TvtIMwq_xyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aHgMeGOYKk0/s320/Catch%2BUp_.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon, I promise! :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1015022594414492715?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1015022594414492715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1015022594414492715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1015022594414492715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1015022594414492715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-it-matters-at-all.html' title='if it matters at all'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrWBo_QkRM4/TvtIMwq_xyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aHgMeGOYKk0/s72-c/Catch%2BUp_.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4664787248892955563</id><published>2011-12-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:09:57.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real heartbreaker come and take me to the real heartache that everyone's been talking about</title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to blog about Christmas but I don't have enough piccies yet ha.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll postpone that to after New Year's Eve then I promise a picturesque (heehee) post and til then, I leave you with Eisley's music video for The Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qOaivXQB1YU" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING'S SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;They kinda look like Sherri's drawings too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of artistic people.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they're good-looking to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4664787248892955563?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4664787248892955563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4664787248892955563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4664787248892955563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4664787248892955563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-heartbreaker-come-and-take-me-to.html' title='Real heartbreaker come and take me to the real heartache that everyone&apos;s been talking about'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qOaivXQB1YU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3334828685783872136</id><published>2011-12-25T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:19:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And though we're miles away it seems as though we never had to part</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas! Time to think back and be thankful for what's happened over the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like seeing Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4AgjMxJTvU/TvX2CE8XU2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oc7SewbFc1Y/s1600/DSC07529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4AgjMxJTvU/TvX2CE8XU2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oc7SewbFc1Y/s320/DSC07529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M KIDDING, I KNOW THIS WAS LAST YEAR. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, like seeing BEAST! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5G7fc9V4Z0E/TvX2Cd_j05I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7stcIVYEOG4/s1600/SAM_0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5G7fc9V4Z0E/TvX2Cd_j05I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7stcIVYEOG4/s320/SAM_0446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Neon Trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U83Xz8LypUE/TvX2Ck2Jk_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/q4HfMXPgkX8/s1600/SAM_0484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U83Xz8LypUE/TvX2Ck2Jk_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/q4HfMXPgkX8/s320/SAM_0484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 30 Seconds To Mars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdeN9GGZ2qk/TvX2DMWMBeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5QKlwe2h9QM/s1600/SAM_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdeN9GGZ2qk/TvX2DMWMBeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5QKlwe2h9QM/s320/SAM_0514.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And All Time Low!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8uzN5pDXp4/TvX2DWI6qkI/AAAAAAAAALA/OuwbgiX6Bgc/s1600/P1060533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b8uzN5pDXp4/TvX2DWI6qkI/AAAAAAAAALA/OuwbgiX6Bgc/s320/P1060533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Story Of The Year &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*fangirling* *panting at the sight of Adam Russell*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vob0Xv0Owe0/TvX5PRa3dZI/AAAAAAAAALo/XEJzhXKRQzQ/s1600/P1060488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vob0Xv0Owe0/TvX5PRa3dZI/AAAAAAAAALo/XEJzhXKRQzQ/s320/P1060488.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, seeing The Used &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*shrieks* *falls over in a dead faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H84n1jihlKs/TvX33yEWjoI/AAAAAAAAALc/hJS3-n_FjvI/s1600/P1060541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H84n1jihlKs/TvX33yEWjoI/AAAAAAAAALc/hJS3-n_FjvI/s320/P1060541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, of course I'm not that materialistic haha sillies! I just wanted to spread some pics that haven't been posted up here (except the Paramore one) and I was getting bored of looking at endless words and letters and no pics on this sorry carcass of a blog. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*ignores last post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, I'm thankful for a lot of things. Lemme make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The job in the law firm with awesome colleagues and the kewl boss.&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting into TARC.&lt;br /&gt;3. New laptop? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;4. New external hard drive too ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. New friends :)&lt;br /&gt;6. OLD friends :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;7. Fadamada ♥&lt;br /&gt;8. Doggies! :D&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting the scholarship (though I haven't seen a single cent of it yet)&lt;br /&gt;10. Uh, new phone.&lt;br /&gt;11. Good food.&lt;br /&gt;12. Good (sort of) grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ma boyfriend! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank God for all these.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the richest or the smartest but I know I'm blessed. Just look at all the good things that I have! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you dare say I'm a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing that I'm thankful for: Christmas outing with my love tomorrow. There will be pictures. Prepare for a spam ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone, and Blessed Christmas to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, here are a few blasts from the past heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us when we in Form 3 haha omg I was soooo dark! Still quite dark but kind of fairer also. Lolwhut. And yes, that's my extremely messy clothes rack in my old house. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;One of my old houses lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSjVuB93VTY/TvYIxp_WFuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xqqItZGI3Mk/s1600/DSC05656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSjVuB93VTY/TvYIxp_WFuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xqqItZGI3Mk/s320/DSC05656.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - with Mitchell. Yay me, the good prefect! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AY_UY_TWBo/TvYIx7DNrBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/T02uKooq_FE/s1600/RaWR%257E%2521019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AY_UY_TWBo/TvYIx7DNrBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/T02uKooq_FE/s320/RaWR%257E%2521019.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 with Jesny and Shasha. :) And how my hair looked like before I decided to go destroy it with all the endless home dye jobs and the curling and the bleaching and...yeah. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Looking at this makes me realise why the discipline teacher was always asking if I dyed my hair lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbMzC9T38QA/TvYIx53SG7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/J0I4rC14wrQ/s1600/Picture0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BbMzC9T38QA/TvYIx53SG7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/J0I4rC14wrQ/s320/Picture0073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Omg my hair. Sooo straight.&lt;/span&gt; Shasha posing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPC9OMuY2QQ/TvYIy0gdnZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vs-wHudRb64/s1600/Picture0061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPC9OMuY2QQ/TvYIy0gdnZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/vs-wHudRb64/s320/Picture0061.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaching with ma babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTg7jNrer3o/TvYIzFc7KiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LeUYOHTE6q4/s1600/090830_170623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTg7jNrer3o/TvYIzFc7KiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/LeUYOHTE6q4/s320/090830_170623.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat with Mag omg why can't I find a pic with her in it. And yes, ma short hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCYVx0twOSc/TvYLMZqVIQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPUHQWJ_d2g/s1600/DSC00345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCYVx0twOSc/TvYLMZqVIQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qPUHQWJ_d2g/s320/DSC00345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found one with Mag! :) the whole complete gang here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye6j07aSM1o/TvYLMn5W4cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lUYT-rcF454/s1600/DSC00820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ye6j07aSM1o/TvYLMn5W4cI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lUYT-rcF454/s320/DSC00820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ridiculously large family &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(and this is like half of it only, the half weren't in Kuching. And it's only mama's side)&lt;/span&gt; whom I lavvvvvh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7LJbuy-T8/TvYLNKbZe0I/AAAAAAAAANI/IssFp7lNcow/s1600/P1030041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7LJbuy-T8/TvYLNKbZe0I/AAAAAAAAANI/IssFp7lNcow/s320/P1030041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's barbecued pork hahaha I'm craving this so it deserves to be up here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvVnyJC5w80/TvYLNYeNtZI/AAAAAAAAANY/sK6DQ_BbKeE/s1600/P1030029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvVnyJC5w80/TvYLNYeNtZI/AAAAAAAAANY/sK6DQ_BbKeE/s320/P1030029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew who calls me Aunty Mom awhhhh :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmnyRfN7t4o/TvYLOLUDXSI/AAAAAAAAANg/no4Fk5-JxIA/s1600/P1030046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmnyRfN7t4o/TvYLOLUDXSI/AAAAAAAAANg/no4Fk5-JxIA/s320/P1030046.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should really go sleep now. Goodnight again and Merry Christmas!&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/564204825434791704-3334828685783872136?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3334828685783872136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3334828685783872136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3334828685783872136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3334828685783872136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-though-were-miles-away-it-seems-as.html' title='And though we&apos;re miles away it seems as though we never had to part'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4AgjMxJTvU/TvX2CE8XU2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/oc7SewbFc1Y/s72-c/DSC07529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8221708801845301317</id><published>2011-12-24T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:12:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Went out to 1U to shop for a prez for the boyfriend. I knew what I wanted to get him (there were two options actually) but when I got to the shop in question, I nearly died from all the prices. I mean, it was on 70% discount and the thing in question was still like 80 bucks. And that was the cheaper option. The more expensive option was 3 digits. If I wasn't running short on funds I would've bought it though, I feel bad. I didn't save up properly for this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, before going to 1U, I was at Amcorp and I BOUGHT MYSELF NEW SNEAKERS FOR 20 BUCKS WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unveiling ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Zg0nWAoag/TvSl9YKHB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Fp8TtEiX1Xg/s1600/2011-12-23%2B23.39.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Zg0nWAoag/TvSl9YKHB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Fp8TtEiX1Xg/s320/2011-12-23%2B23.39.21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzXRVvnGOYk/TvSl9ndFHNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SCUIIKSHrxg/s1600/2011-12-23%2B23.39.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WzXRVvnGOYk/TvSl9ndFHNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/SCUIIKSHrxg/s320/2011-12-23%2B23.39.53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought myself purple laces for my black and purple sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sA2f-rJpLEA/TvSl9_BmkCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7tMl9naEP6E/s1600/2011-12-23%2B23.40.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sA2f-rJpLEA/TvSl9_BmkCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7tMl9naEP6E/s320/2011-12-23%2B23.40.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a book. It was only 12.90 and she is my favourite author after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6WSYJInvmc/TvSl-MCZ38I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nvqNowZcK0c/s1600/2011-12-23%2B23.41.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6WSYJInvmc/TvSl-MCZ38I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nvqNowZcK0c/s320/2011-12-23%2B23.41.23.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, the main point of this post is to show off what I bought for bb.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op5xopODI_0/TvSl-lbEGDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IMuJsQT-Pjg/s1600/2011-12-23%2B23.42.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op5xopODI_0/TvSl-lbEGDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IMuJsQT-Pjg/s320/2011-12-23%2B23.42.05.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GONNA POST A PICTURE OF IT BEFORE I GAVE IT TO HIM? Y'all can wait :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I made that card because I forgot to buy one -___-&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sad-looking but I was in a rush to finish everything before 12 so I could blog hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And the prez is actually bigger than that but I stuffed it into that bag. Poor thing is suffocating inside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done here!&lt;br /&gt;Now gonna go listen to my punk Christmas songs tra~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8221708801845301317?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8221708801845301317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8221708801845301317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8221708801845301317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8221708801845301317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/maybe-this-christmas.html' title='Maybe this Christmas...'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_Zg0nWAoag/TvSl9YKHB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Fp8TtEiX1Xg/s72-c/2011-12-23%2B23.39.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1661474926466528820</id><published>2011-12-21T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:57:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how I lost my power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 13.5pt;"&gt;Bored so I stole this off Joan's blog lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1. Food box&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2. books&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3. phones…like, 4 of them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4. guitar but it isn’t mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5. newspapers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6. clothes racks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7. laptop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1. Do You Like Anyone? – Yes :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2. Does Someone Like You? – He better!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3. Last Kiss? – Um. Saturday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4. Been Lead On? – Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5. Been Cheated On? – I…don’t think so?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6. Want A Relationship? – Yesh! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7. Wanna Get Married? – Nuuu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1. Shoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2. Music.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3. Clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4. Dogs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5. Rice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6. Le internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7. Water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;(I didn’t name people cos it said things and people aren’t things…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1. Missing bb.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2. Finals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3. Money.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4. What to buy for bb cos I still can’t decide between option 1 and option 2.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5. Food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6. Sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7. Coursework marks tmrw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS - DO YOU:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Believe In God?&lt;/i&gt; – Yep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Had A Dream Come True?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;–Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Read The Newspaper?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Get Enough Sleep Everyday?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Have A Best Friend?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Take A Bath Daily?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Wish On Stars?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fallen In Love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;– Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Kiss on the cheek count?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hooked Up With Someone Who Had A BF/GF?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Um.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Been To A Bonfire?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; I love camps!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Ran Away From Home?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Nawps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Played Strip Poker?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Not yet haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pulled An All Nighter?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yeps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN THE LAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cried?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– No but if you had asked me yesterday…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Had Fun?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Not really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Been Kissed?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Felt Stupid?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Talked To An Ex?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Missed Someone?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Listened To Music? – &lt;/i&gt;But of course!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #cc0000; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;RED : ANGER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Are You Currently Mad At Someone?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Which Of Your family Members Have The Worst temper?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Idk, my dad has the cold anger thing going, my mom shrieks at the top of her lungs and I…do both. Ok, me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Have You Ever Thrown Something At Anyone?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yeps. An eraser. Hit him right in the eye from across the room hoho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Does Your Face Turn Red When You’re Angry?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– My face turns red even when I’m not angry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When You’re Mad Do You Prefer To Stare Angrily Or Yell?&lt;/i&gt; – Usually both.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #e69138; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ORANGE : (S)EXCITEMENT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Has Anyone Ever Thrown A Surprise Party For You?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nawps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Are You Easily Excited?&lt;/i&gt; – Depends really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What Event Is Coming Up That You Are Looking Forward To?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Going home? Haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If You Won A Million Dollars, What Will Be Your First Thought?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Pay off daddeh’s debts. Then I’m going shoe shopping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What Would Make You The Happiest Right Now?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Bb appearing next to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #f1c232; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;YELLOW : SELF DISCOVERY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Full Name:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Hannah Joyce Jonas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Birthday:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;31 October&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What’s Your Main Goal In Life?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– To score a goal hurhurhur ok um. Make my name known.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Want To Have Children?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Nooooh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How Do You Want To Die?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Peacefully lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;BLUE : SADNESS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When Is The Last Time You Cried?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Monday night. Actually, Tuesday morning. Ah, same thing. Lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What Is The Saddest Thing That Is Happening Right Now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Bb’s not here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Usually Cry/Get Depressed When Something Doesn’t Happen Your Way?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Yep. I act tough but I’m really quite sensitive :/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Has Anyone Made You Cry In The Last 24 Hours?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;– Nawps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When You Are Sad, What Do You Do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;– Lie in bed miserable lol. And full blast my music.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #ea9999; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PINK : LOVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Have A Crush On One Of Your Friends?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Most of my crushes were on friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Believe At Love At First Sight?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Only with material things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;When You See Your Crush, Do You Act Differently Around Him/Her?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– I don’t think what we have is a crush anymore but yeah, I’m a lot more manja. He likes it anyways nyahahahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Have A Girlfriend/Boyfriend? &lt;/i&gt;– Eberibadi is my gf/bf! :D Except ppl I don’t like. They can go dai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do You Believe Everyone Has A Soulmate?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Uh, I dunno. I don’t think so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #cfe2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ok I should go study. 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SOOO HUNGRY. My lunch today was a bun and dinner was Milo with cornflakes. Yup. That's what you get when you decide that you don't wanna live at home anymore and go off to college in a state that's ACROSS THE SEA. If the drive home was like 4 hours I'd still gladly go home every weekend (or like now when I don't have classes anymore and am supposed to study for finals) but no, in order to go home I need to GET ON A PLANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, updates on life? I think it's pretty obvious from my tweets and my blog that MY SECOND SEM FINALS ARE COMING UP. Also, that I'm not studying right now heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my scholarship money still isn't in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reliving the Fever era by playing AFYCSO now. I will forever love Panic! though I hate Ryan for leaving but you know that's not true because I will also forever love Ryan. I mean, my first son will be named Ryan! And then the others will be Nat, Ben and Reening in no particular order....or after whoever I'm happiest with at the moment.. Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to name any of my kids Optimus Prime, I don't care that two of you have been in my life since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my roommate is going back home for Christmas tomorrow, I'm so jealous, I'm tempted to crawl into her bag and make her pay the $ for overweight luggage. This means that I will be cooking myself and washing up myself and, well, everyone knows how I'm lazy so the canned food that I bought will prolly never be opened til she gets back. Unless I'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't my friends in KL, I could really use some shopping companions :( ISABEL, MICHELLE AND MICHELLE FLY HERE. And bring Vic so she can carry the shopping bags :B I'm going to 1U this Friday, I expect you 3 to be waiting there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a can of beer sitting in my cupboard that I'm supposed to share with the boyfriend but I can't cos&lt;br /&gt;HE'S AT HOME. TRAITOR. &amp;nbsp;No I'm kidding, if my home was within driving distance I'd prolly be staying there too but I believe that I've already mentioned that I LIVE ACROSS THE SEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the caps irritating you? Well, I don't care hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL FIND PATRICK STUMP ATTRACTIVE. Though I can't stand his sideburns. I mean, there's Elandy sideburns (swoon-worthy, I assure you. Boyfriend, if you're reading this, forgive me, you know how I get excited over hair. Oh lawd now it sounds like I have a hair fetish) and then there's Patrick's. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, how can anyone listen to AFYCSO and not want to throw things at Ryan for throwing away his life. Lol I'm kidding, I love TYV but Panic! was so much more perfect with him and Jon in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I plan on dyeing my hair. Maybe red but idk yet cos red's kinda common, everyone's like, "I want red hair like Hayley!" but honestly I think Hayley and orange hair is a lot prettier. But anyways, I want red hair like Shirley Manson! Heehee, yes, that was necessary :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, I actually just wanna pull a Sherri and do my hair like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYKwRL6gK08/TvC8MBDkwDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZzVyFxXJ36g/s1600/tumblr_liqkz0SjYB1qe0huzo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYKwRL6gK08/TvC8MBDkwDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZzVyFxXJ36g/s320/tumblr_liqkz0SjYB1qe0huzo1_400.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO2rxnviemo/TvC8MH8G6oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AaW74H-PWd8/s1600/tumblr_lpxpxq9yBS1qbqhfbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XO2rxnviemo/TvC8MH8G6oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AaW74H-PWd8/s320/tumblr_lpxpxq9yBS1qbqhfbo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0R5OVN3jW1M/TvC8Mo6kkVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DDMqDhRwaBU/s1600/tumblr_loeqqhMW0B1qbqhfbo3_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0R5OVN3jW1M/TvC8Mo6kkVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DDMqDhRwaBU/s320/tumblr_loeqqhMW0B1qbqhfbo3_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxEX6Yu08qg/TvC8NCv7HuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8hTW706nC38/s1600/tumblr_ltlt50XWXC1qbqhfbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxEX6Yu08qg/TvC8NCv7HuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8hTW706nC38/s320/tumblr_ltlt50XWXC1qbqhfbo1_500.png" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide. I love Sherri so much. Sometimes I can't decide if I love her or Sierra more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ok I've run out of things to yammer about, I'm just gonna go be creepy now and stare at the million pictures I have of Sherri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my playlist just reached the Pierce The Veil section. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you all with: YEAH BOY AND DULL FACE. Go YouTube. May you like it so I like you more :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6147176816713140206?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6147176816713140206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6147176816713140206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6147176816713140206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6147176816713140206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-like-to-caps-deal-with-it.html' title='I LIKE TO CAPS, DEAL WITH IT'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYKwRL6gK08/TvC8MBDkwDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZzVyFxXJ36g/s72-c/tumblr_liqkz0SjYB1qe0huzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6601520091046103759</id><published>2011-12-20T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:28:16.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;3.8 CGPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Somehow. Achieve. This.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6601520091046103759?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6601520091046103759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6601520091046103759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6601520091046103759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6601520091046103759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/3.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4217714749085409417</id><published>2011-12-19T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:48:42.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no i don't want to have sex with you or give you a blowjob omg you are the reason i never wanna go on fb chat anymore you're not even cute and just cos we were friends in high school doesn't mean you're entitled to ask me for sexual favours go away i have a boyfriend JUST GO AWAY ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4217714749085409417?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4217714749085409417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4217714749085409417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4217714749085409417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4217714749085409417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-i-dont-want-to-have-sex-with-you-or.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1504438747957416820</id><published>2011-12-19T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:16:23.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night lack of sleep blog post thingy</title><content type='html'>Irrelevant emo bandom fangirl update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago (it's still the 18th in some places) Zac and Josh left Paramore. I cried. I didn't cry today but I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Paramore. But it's just not the same. Don't go all "you're not a true fan!" and all that shit on me please. To be honest, I'm not feeling their new stuff much. It doesn't get me the way AWKIF and Riot! did. BNE was great too though I got over the hype of that album a lot faster than the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Zac and Josh contributed something to Paramore that can never be replaced. I just wish that whatever their differences were, they could've worked it out. But I respect them and I don't hate them for leaving. And I think that all the Josh&amp;Zac-haters should lay off the hate because without them, there would be no Paramore anyway. Yeah, so they left and Josh gave a pretty upsetting closing statement, but nevertheless, they were the founders. Imagine if they had never started Paramore. Call yourself a true fan? Well, imagine a world with no Paramore. There you go. Thank them for all they've given to the world when they were still a part of Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my personal opinion but no, I don't feel that Paramore is better than ever. Monster was okay, Renegade was a little meh, I haven't gotten round to listening to studio version of In The Mourning but if I'm honest, I can't say these songs make me wanna dance and move around or just lie there and think the way Fences or When It Rains or Conspiracy do. But I'm not saying that they've lost their touch, I think they're just maybe stuck in a rut and maybe still recovering from the break-up. I still have faith in them. So many of my memories are linked to so many different Paramore songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote them: "I'm not going 'cause I've been waiting for a miracle and I'm not leaving, I won't let you, let you give up on a miracle when it might save you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up on them. They may not be at the top of the list of my fave bands anymore (that spot was long ago taken over by VE, way before the break-up) but they're still pretty close. They're still the reason for some of the things I've done, still my inspiration for certain things. I'm just waiting on a miracle to happen ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1504438747957416820?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1504438747957416820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1504438747957416820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1504438747957416820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1504438747957416820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-night-lack-of-sleep-blog-post.html' title='Late night lack of sleep blog post thingy'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6332801208959222346</id><published>2011-12-10T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:32:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a sheet of seaweed sitting on my table, staring at me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Was shopping for some groceries in Sunway Pyramid's Giant superstore when I heard two Filipino women arguing with one another. Suddenly, they appeared just behind me, looking at fruits while I was busy with the Broccoli. One of them asked, her accent thick, "What do you think of me? Hmm, Hmm?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, without thinking, blurted out, "I think you should lose some weight." I heard them turn towards me, and I could feel that shit was about to go down. Thinking of a quick excuse to get myself out of trouble, I immediately focused all my attention and started talking to the Broccoli I was holding. "You know, you could use a little less green on your head.. can't be having too much branches too...etc etc." A minute later, the two women disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFE."&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Reening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole that from his Facebook so I could share it with the rest of the world heehee. My eyes are half closed now because I'm so tired. My Co-Cu Day is over, I wasted 4 hours sitting there doing nothing, waiting for all the badminton matches to finish just so I could get my attendance just so I could pass my co-curricular nonsense just so I can graduate in future. Whuuuut? Yeap, that's my college for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the semester is drawing near, I've gotten my first ever A- for English throughout my whole lifetime - yeah, that was a pretty big blow to a pretty puffed up ego. My grades this sem prolly aren't gonna be as good as last sem's which is really quite frustrating because I wasn't satisfied with last sem's results either. I wanted a 3.8 CGPA but I got a 3.7812 - SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR. My parents are expecting a 3.9 from me this sem, I know that's not possible. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group assignments have been driving me crazy and the marks I get for them are driving me crazier. There's another one due this Monday and it's not even half done and yet I'm sitting here and typing out stuff for no particular person to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals begin on the 31st of Dec - idiotic, innit? I bet my college is the only college in the whole world that's like, "Oh, New Year's Eve? What's THAT?" We finish on the tenth and I get to go home on the 15th. Looking forward to that. I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really get round to completing my assignment so that I can watch more Pretty Little Liars and shriek over how much I hate the girl who is OBVIOUSLY trying to take Ezra away from Aria. In Aria's words: "You wouldn't know a threat if in sat in your lap and made you a gin and tonic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though before any girl gets to sit in my boyfriend's lap and make him a gin and tonic, I will poison the gin AND the tonic so they both die. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6332801208959222346?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6332801208959222346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6332801208959222346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6332801208959222346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6332801208959222346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/theres-sheet-of-seaweed-sitting-on-my.html' title='There&apos;s a sheet of seaweed sitting on my table, staring at me.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1725472600051196125</id><published>2011-12-05T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:14:29.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause in my mind, I'll work it out</title><content type='html'>Days Away is beautiful &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I don't blog about serious stuff here. At least, not really. I mean, there are certain serious stuff but they're mostly rantings and ravings of a child. I suppose, it's because I know that at the end of the day, there will be people I don't know who may come across this blog and who will read it. I'm just not that comfortable sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings with the world. And when I do share these thoughts (if I do), I never name names because I like to keep at least one part private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I come off as shallow and superficial to many. Well, you know how they say that everyone hides behind a mask? This is my mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know my secrets, you'll have to dig out my diaries haha. Yes, I write in diaries. It's still my favourite method of pouring out my feelings. BUT GOOD LUCK FINDING THEM &amp;gt;:D cos tbh, I dunno where they are either. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was the point of this post? Honestly, I have no idea either. I suppose I just want to justify my actions. No one likes to be judged, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I'm hungry and I want my pork organs soup. Even though I don't eat the organs. Ok, I eat the intestines but that's it. Mmm I can taste it already. Hungryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go look for the boyfriend. I leave you all with this song. By 'you all', I mean the four people who actually still read this half-dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cQyUQoVgN98" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s - I also never label my stuff cos I'm too lazy and well, putting labels on things is just so mainstream HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm kidding ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1725472600051196125?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1725472600051196125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1725472600051196125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1725472600051196125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1725472600051196125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/cause-in-my-mind-ill-work-it-out.html' title='&apos;Cause in my mind, I&apos;ll work it out'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cQyUQoVgN98/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7507818247016525045</id><published>2011-12-03T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:35:25.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactus in the valley</title><content type='html'>Went out with the two people who I always buat bodo with.&lt;br /&gt;Met Sophia at the LRT station near our place and we made a lot of noise on the train to KL Sentral. Soph was waxing poetic about how she feels claustrophobic but I misheard and thought she said she felt like a cockroach hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got to Sentral, we were both so hungry so we guzzled food at Burger King mmmm thinking about the grilled chicken burger is  making me salivate even though I'm so full right now. But that was one sexy burger. The meat was so soft and tender and juicy. McD is overrated, bleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then when we finally got on the KTM to Midvalley, we felt claustrophobic again (or like cockroaches again, whichever you prefer). And when we got off and queued up to get pass the turnstiles, this one Malay lady cut our line so I got super irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said loudly to Soph, "Wow, so polite. So civilised. Such a nice person."&lt;br /&gt;Soph started giggling at this point.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the lady's back and said, "Are you listening to me? Should I repeat myself? Oh wait, maybe you don't understand English. Okay, uh, sangat bertamadun. Sangat, uh, what's the word for polite in BM again?"&lt;br /&gt;Here, Soph kindly supplemented me with the word: sopan. So I continued my tirade.&lt;br /&gt;"Sangat bersopan dan bertamadun!"&lt;br /&gt;The lady then proceeded to turn around and glare at me HAHAHAHAHA but she still didn't budge or apologise so I remarked loudly again, "People here are sooooo nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, I know I shouldn't but I can't stand people who cut lines! aSFGHKTAESKLKSDhjkl stupid woman. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Soph and I embarrassed Reening by singing out loud while reading from a children's book hoho. And Reening's umbrella played a major role in today's adventures. As in, Soph used it to attack me countless times. Reening also bought a pair of shoes for RM400++ asfklkydtafhkl and I'm the shoeholic?! HMPH. Something's out of line here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, meet the retards: Sophia and Reening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHp-YP9juoU/TtomH87gdwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8wCyv_BZeF4/s1600/2011-12-03%2B18.11.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHp-YP9juoU/TtomH87gdwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8wCyv_BZeF4/s320/2011-12-03%2B18.11.27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, meet my legs hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH3l6x149zY/Ttonfn81CuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HX0f1jxzb8Q/s1600/2011-12-03%2B18.14.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH3l6x149zY/Ttonfn81CuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HX0f1jxzb8Q/s320/2011-12-03%2B18.14.40.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, meet Sophia and I :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KozSuDOYW4o/Ttoon-0MnhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JHP961AQ8Wo/s1600/2011-12-03%2B18.14.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KozSuDOYW4o/Ttoon-0MnhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JHP961AQ8Wo/s320/2011-12-03%2B18.14.23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to assignments. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7507818247016525045?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7507818247016525045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7507818247016525045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7507818247016525045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7507818247016525045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/cactus-in-valley.html' title='Cactus in the valley'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHp-YP9juoU/TtomH87gdwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8wCyv_BZeF4/s72-c/2011-12-03%2B18.11.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7996543813638000402</id><published>2011-12-03T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:10:26.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think of all the fellows I haven't kissed :3</title><content type='html'>I'll be spending Christmas in KL, alone.&lt;br /&gt;This is a year of many firsts. This year was also my first birthday without my parents too.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I may be the world's most quarrelsome daughter but I'm still the only child so that makes me super manja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of the English word for 'manja' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million and one pages of assignments to complete and what am I doing? Going out. Sigh. Why am I so like this :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Adrian and Alvin are going to see Sungha Jung tomorrow. I am jealous to the max because:&lt;br /&gt;1) He is so talented, and&lt;br /&gt;2) He is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, early Merry Christmas to everyone! Here is my current favourite Christmas song! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9badWVvVtiU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7996543813638000402?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7996543813638000402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7996543813638000402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7996543813638000402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7996543813638000402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/12/think-of-all-fellows-i-havent-kissed-3.html' title='Think of all the fellows I haven&apos;t kissed :3'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9badWVvVtiU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7894350184303254981</id><published>2011-11-27T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:31:53.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm me up and breathe me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I texted Ben at almost 3pm asking what the plan was. Immediately, my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;"Hannah Jonas! Leave now for Kelana Jaya."&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't even gotten out of bed the whole day (well it WAS a Saturday and my laptop is just on the table behind my bed so I didn't see the point in moving) so I shrieked back into the phone, "Are you serious?! I haven't even showered!"&lt;br /&gt;Adrian (because I just realised now that it was Adrian using Ben's phone to call me lol why am I so slow) shrieked back, "Shower. Then, leave now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurried all the way to KJ to find out that...they hadn't left. So I had to wait for them. Jeez. GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to 1U and ate at Chili's and Adrian and I had another shrieking match about paying for the food because I said he owed me and he retorted with a, "Yeah, but this is not Carl's Jr!" I was hoping that he'd forgotten the deal about it being a Carl's Jr meal dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went up to GSC because Ben and his cousins wanted to watch movie but Reening, Nat and I didn't want to. Reening's reason was: "Why would I want to pay for something I can download?" Mine was, "Shit I left my extra cash in the drawer in my room." (yes, I'm that bimbotic) and Nat's was...well I can't remember if he even had a reason or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we were up there, Adrian went, "Who wants to watch movie, put your hands down!"&lt;br /&gt;Nat, Reening and I immediately flung our arms into the air. And Alvin had disappeared at this point so we won because it was 3 of us against 2 of them MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know what to do next so we walked over to the bowling arena. But Nat and Reening vetoed the idea of any bowling because they were in slippers and well, my money was still in my drawer lol. So they all started punching me and demanding that I come up with an activity to do wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone (I think it was Reening) became so hellbent on visiting Uniqlo. So we went hunting for it and when we found it, Ben put on this really cool winter coat and then said something along the lines of, "I look like a snowman." So I started laughing hysterically and he glared at me and said, "I meant Eskimo!" BUT IT WAS TOO LATE, HE SAID SNOWMAN FIRST NYAHAHAHAH. But the rest werent't around to witness it, ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rest started drifting round to where we were, they all wanted to try the same coat so I watched from a safe distance. Until someone realised I hadn't tried it on (hello, it was a man's coat!) So they dragged me there and insisted I put it on jeez. Someone suggested I put on the largest size HARHAR I'm not THAT fat...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when I got it on, Nat laughed and said it looked like I wasn't wearing anything under the coat cos it's a longish coat and I was wearing shorts and...oh you all should know what my shorts are like. AND THEN, someone came up with the brilliant idea of taking a pic of me wearing it. I tried running away but the coat was heavy and they are all taller than me and there's only one of me versus 5 of them so yeah. Ben got a few pics which may or may not appear on Facebook soon bleahhh. And Adrian went all, "Hannah why are you so un-girly? You should be holding a camera now and taking pics of yourself." wtf haha it's obvious how we've been separated for so long since he thinks that I'm not vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on, I got curious about guy's boxers. The one on display in Uniqlo had a button at the crotch area. So, I tried unbuttoning it. IT WAS SO DIFFICULT! Nat came along and tried to help me but failed so he shoved it back at me saying, "It can't possibly take two people just to unbutton a pair of boxers." and then the 3 cousins rounded the corner and Adrian went all, "Haaaa, Hannah, what are you doing!" and out came Ben's BB again and he took more incriminating pics of me omg whaaaaaaaai T_____T Nat was saying that Ben should send the pic to everyone in his contact book, or just print it in the church bulletin ashjkjhgfsaaljfa my friends are so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this other place that sells home deco stuff(?) I'm not really sure and there was something that looked like a vibrator NOT THAT I HAVE ANY but yeah, we all shrieked a little over it and I swear, one of the workers was glaring at us hahahaha. I got bored after awhile and went to sit outside with Ben and when Nat, Alvin and Adrian reappeared later, Adrian said, "We found your other vibrator, but you weren't there." And he calls me disgusting. What is this double-standard! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to leave, to go lepak at a mamak and shisha a little but then Reening and Alvin got distracted by Hang Ten so the rest of us squatted and stood around a pillar outside. Adrian said that we should hang out together more often so I turned to him and said "Yala, but every time we ask you to go out, YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY." And Nat backed me up ohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, Reening got sidetracked by a music shop so Ben, Adrian and I hung around outside talking about kindergarten days because yeah, we were all in the same class in kindy even though Adrian's one year younger lol. Adrian said he found an old photo of one of my birthday parties and now I'm so tempted to go dig thru all our kindy pics and upload them. Ben told this one dtory about a birthday party he and Adrian went to (probably mine) and they didn't know where in Sugarbun it was so when they saw this one classmate of ours walking in, they didn't want her to know that they didn't know so they hid in the library and watched where she went HAHAHAHAHA mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the way to the mamak, we got lost. So Nat proceeded to tell Adrian a ghost story while Reening and I tried not to laugh and Ben and Alvin were arguing in the front over which turning to take next. Adrian is such a kid -.- he was clutching a pillow to his face and he shut his eyes while listening to Nat's story and he was half leaning against me and half hugging Reening (at least, it LOOKED like his legs were wrapped around Reening's) and halfway thru the story, he shot up and said, "I don't wanna hear anymore!" Nat was like, "Wtf, I'm not done!" and Reening and I were laughing already. Nat dragged him back and continued and when the 'scary part' came, he sort of shrieked and made some weird jumping move and then he shouldered me -.- I think he may have kicked Reening too but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, yesterday was really fun and Reening owes me a cover of The Used's I Caught Fire and Adrian still owes me Carl's Jr and....I owe Nat ten bucks. But seriously, many people don't have many friends from when they were like...1 year old? Haha ok fine I exaggerate, let's say 3. Neways, I grew up with these people and it's nice to know that they're still around and that we're getting closer again. We all sort of drifted apart when we went to high school. MY POINT IS, I luh these people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really am going to dig up kindy pics. I was so cute back then anyways. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7894350184303254981?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7894350184303254981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7894350184303254981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7894350184303254981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7894350184303254981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/warm-me-up-and-breathe-me.html' title='Warm me up and breathe me'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1263835915325048084</id><published>2011-11-25T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:17:23.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing to do, my mind was set on you</title><content type='html'>"Now I realise that ‘secret’ is just a word given for uncomfortable truths we don’t want to share in fear of what they say about us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that from THROAM. Frantically rubbing at my face now cos I don't really fancy the idea of my roomie popping back in and finding me all teary-eyed and covered in snot. This fic has made me cry twice already. That's three times this week (the other time being for a more personal reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. I feel like I'm slowly being drained in all these areas. I just want to lie down and sleep forever. My mind keeps playing games with myself which is not doing much for me which slowly comes to affect my body - could be the reason why I got sick again 3 days after recovering from a different bout of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying from reading this fic is not helping my exhaustion problem but it's ridiculously addictive. So I shall go back to it now. Besides, it introduced me to this great band - Handsome Furs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1263835915325048084?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1263835915325048084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1263835915325048084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1263835915325048084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1263835915325048084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-nothing-to-do-my-mind-was-set-on.html' title='There&apos;s nothing to do, my mind was set on you'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4706324770493222697</id><published>2011-11-20T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:44:38.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no, no such thing as too young</title><content type='html'>While out with Abby and YT, Abby and I were discussing why British accents are so much sexier.&lt;br /&gt;I said something along the lines of, "Because sounding American is sooo mainstream."&lt;br /&gt;And she looked over at me and went, "Ohmygad why we so hipster?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I felt I had to share.&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't be safe to post that on Twitter OR Tumblr and I doubt the people on FB would understand HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm in a relatively happy mood even though my bloody best friend (yes, the one that comes once a month) is here and even though I'm really really broke and my parents will kill me if I ask for cash again but I srsly do NOT know what I did with all that money I DIDN'T EVEN SHOP. I mean, I bought like a skirt and a vest today but they were only ten bucks each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos I've been Pon-and-Zi-ing.&lt;br /&gt;They always make me happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't knoooow where you're going, just get your ass back home~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4706324770493222697?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4706324770493222697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4706324770493222697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4706324770493222697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4706324770493222697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-no-no-such-thing-as-too-young.html' title='There&apos;s no, no such thing as too young'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7171379346962439794</id><published>2011-11-18T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:24:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takes one to know one</title><content type='html'>What you should know about me is that I lie. A lot. To protect myself, to save someone else's ass, to smooth things over, to get out of things, to get INTO things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a habit. A pretty bad one, I know, but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you (yes this is directed at a specific you) are reading this, remember that one time I told you about a situation where I went out with my friends and one of them who was passing out the cutlery skipped me? And I said you didn't know those friends, especially that particular person. I lied, it was you-know-who (yes, the one I get pissy about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I tell you? Simple. Because I knew you would try to explain said person's side and say something like, "Oh, what's-their-face probably forgot, it must've been accidental."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I was across you-know-who (let's just shorten this to YKW). So yeah, it felt more like a deliberate snub than an accident. So no, the reason I don't like YKW isn't just cos of me being jealous, it's also cos of that. You have to admit, it was kinda rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a few different people how they would feel in that kind of situation, and they all agreed they would be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe it's just me but idk I feel like YKW doesn't really like me so I don't really like YKW back omg all the YKW's are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7171379346962439794?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7171379346962439794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7171379346962439794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7171379346962439794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7171379346962439794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/takes-one-to-know-one.html' title='Takes one to know one'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4424029593475608213</id><published>2011-11-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:14:08.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could've been royalty, sitting in the palace like a queen.</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting on my bed listening to Lisa Mitchell as she sings, "Here I am, sitting on the top of the world in a coin laundry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue twisted yet? No? Say that five times and fast :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no, it's not tongue twisty enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tmrw is a holiday because today is Hari Raya Aidiladha, I love Malaysia btw, we have a ridiculous amount of hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've things planned for the whole weekend that's coming up, and the one after that, and I'm stressing because, well, I tend to stress a lot. It's practically a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching The Secret Diary Of A Call Girl til I'm bored out of my brains about sex (sorry boyfriend, you won't be getting any anytime soon HAHAHAHA). I'm still shipping Hannah/Ben but Hannah/Duncan is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pack of Twisties on my table just screaming my name so I'm gonna lay off staring at my laptop screen while I nom on some snacks and read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s - I think I should start offering my services to all these junk food people. What they produce is basically my staple meal. That, and rice. Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4424029593475608213?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4424029593475608213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4424029593475608213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4424029593475608213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4424029593475608213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-couldve-been-royalty-sitting-in.html' title='I could&apos;ve been royalty, sitting in the palace like a queen.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4614508502107724102</id><published>2011-11-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:39:35.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you know it's alright to be alone?</title><content type='html'>While I was sitting on my bed, I felt like I had a million and one things to blog about. And then I moved to the table and my mind just went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just spent the past 15 minutes camwhoring and picking out pics I liked best to make *drum roll* THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW7ZBLKKTI/TrVS1QyZK8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5C2oMC4Wcu8/s1600/ashhhh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW7ZBLKKTI/TrVS1QyZK8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5C2oMC4Wcu8/s320/ashhhh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I swear mosquitoes love me above everyone else, I'm frantically scratching at bites now and wondering whether my roomie will be appearing or not cos I wanna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, the boyfriend owes me a peanut butter ice cream! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, a leaf flew past me and I screeched because I thought it was a butterfly. Idk, I think I'm mental. I love butterfly accessories but real butterflies scare me to death. Sigh. Why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Sophia today and we had a wonderful time gobbling laksa and dumplings and fries and I had three different drinks and we got high and started gibbering nonsense about the slightly taller cup being Jack and the shorter one being Rose and we reenacted Titanic and Jack said the ship wasn't sinking yet and Rose asked how he knew so he said he was the iceberg and then he said he was gay so Rose jumped and he jumped after and then the tin of Shandy came back to life and Soph said it was Jesus and then gasped and shrieked "Don't bring Jesus into this!" at me so I grumbled at the unfairness and told God that I'm completely innocent and that it's all her fault -deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyways, g'night :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4614508502107724102?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4614508502107724102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4614508502107724102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4614508502107724102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4614508502107724102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-know-its-alright-to-be-alone.html' title='Don&apos;t you know it&apos;s alright to be alone?'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTW7ZBLKKTI/TrVS1QyZK8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5C2oMC4Wcu8/s72-c/ashhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4709490005293942961</id><published>2011-10-30T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:36:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it make it difficult, knowing how I got away?</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday tomorrow. I have been whining on and on about this over the past few days. Prolly cos this will be the first birthday that I have without my parents around. Yes, I've been that sheltered. But I suppose there's a first for everything and this just goes to show how much I'm growing up..no, how much I'm growing older, I'm not sure how much growing I've done upwards :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HELP BEING LAME LIKE THAT, BEAR WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've discovered this band called Jump Into The Gospel. I'm pretty sure it's not a Christian band. But I love how they sound, especially in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Id26icial74" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is the Pied Piper of Hamlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also fallen in love with States. Mindy White is SO cute. But they're so...unknown, it's sad really :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore fans, Hayley listens to them, now go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really miss home. Sometimes I get into these quiet moods while I'm with other people cos I just WANT TO GO BACK. I suppose it's better than bursting into tears at night like what I did when I was at UiTM haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways I was supposed to go out with the three stooges yesterday but that didn't happen because I'm too broke to afford the travel fares (public transport is a bitch, I want my dad and his car here please) and Reening was saying they planned on giving me a parade today (I love my friends okay) but he was like, "BUT YOU'RE BUSY" BUT I'M NOT, I'M FREE. But oh well, too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the most awesome smell coming from the room next door AND I'M SO HUNGRY, ALL I'VE EATEN SINCE I WOKE UP IS INSTANT SOUP OKAY. And half a pack of Chipsmore. Omg it smells like sausages. My stomach is crying T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sucks really that I have classes til 5 on my birthday. Tempted to skip. Should I? But I've skipped so many times already. Sigh. I do love how we've so many holidays this sem though. And I feel like we've a lot less work to do this time so I feel more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little vain today so I camwhored. SAY HI TO ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHXkzrAm6h8/Tq0cr6UINmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VDSI9UUXtIU/s1600/30102011102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHXkzrAm6h8/Tq0cr6UINmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VDSI9UUXtIU/s320/30102011102.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sleeping Beauty now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4709490005293942961?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4709490005293942961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4709490005293942961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4709490005293942961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4709490005293942961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-it-make-it-difficult-knowing-how-i.html' title='Does it make it difficult, knowing how I got away?'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Id26icial74/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2559021995874833514</id><published>2011-10-23T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:08:25.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.</title><content type='html'>Because I'm crazy about you, I am.&lt;br /&gt;But being the insecure bitch I am, I still can't bring myself to fully trust you or how you feel about me.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been shitty at relationships. I've never wanted anything too serious because I was always holding out for J.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it seemed like the relationship would reach the next level, I ended it.&lt;br /&gt;I always told myself it's cause I would eventually end up with him.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was that idiotic. I actually believed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of what I was, now I sometimes feel that you're doing the same thing. Putting up with me til you get a better offer. Holding out til someone else comes your way. And I hate that I still think this way despite you reassuring me so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I stay away sometimes, why I might seem distant, because I'm scared that if I get too into it, I'll find myself disappointed and crushed again. You have no idea how important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't hate him for making me end up this way. At least he opened my eyes to how deeply I could feel about someone. I know you didn't like it when I told you that I haven't felt this way about anyone since him. But it's true. It's not that I'm expecting you to walk all over my heart or something, but you know what he meant to me. You're all that now, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, this isn't a comparison between the two of you. Though if I were to compare both of you, you'd win because he has never made me smile so much or laugh this much. You make me so ridiculously happy and at times, it feels surreal. I think I spent more time crying over him. If there's one thing I hate though, it's crying over guys. And I'm blubbering over you now and it isn't helping my blocked nose heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I do for you (or with you?) I would've never imagined doing with other people. I think you know what I'm talking about ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought that it would be you to pull me out of one confusing cycle of &lt;i&gt;does-he-really-like-me-or-not&lt;/i&gt;? into another of &lt;i&gt;how-do-i-keep-you-by-my-side-without-showing-how-much-i-care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I know you might actually read this. But I guess it's a good thing because I'd never know how to say all this to your face. I have an Ice Queen rep to maintain, rmbr? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been playing The Pretty Reckless' version of Oasis' Wonderwall on repeat and there are so many lines that jump out at me about how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;Like the title of this post for example.&lt;br /&gt;Or "There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why the random outburst of emotion?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's something that's slowly been building up inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of Frou Frou, "there's beauty in the breakdown" - so I'm gonna pretend that my breaking down is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I typed the first half dementedly determined to get everything out of my system but after I calmed down, I managed to control what I'm trying to say. Though what exactly I'm trying to say is...well, even I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm considering deleting everything.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll just leave it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2559021995874833514?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2559021995874833514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2559021995874833514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2559021995874833514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2559021995874833514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-believe-that-anybody-feels-way-i_23.html' title='I don&apos;t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8437068357101004796</id><published>2011-10-15T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:46:37.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychopsilocybin</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not taking drug-inducing mushrooms. I'm just listening to Incubus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say that I don't like you. I did at first. I thought you were nice. But you seem to be turning into some anti-social person and you're also a lousy friend. I don't like you for another reason but I don't wanna say it here because then it would be obvious who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got that little rant out of the way, I AM SO SLEEPY. I slept a grand total of one hour because Nat elbowed me in the back. Didn't help that he and Ben were snoring. Reening slept the longest, grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even fell asleep on the LRT back and dropped my phone omg and startled everyone including myself. Partly cos of the loud noise it made when it fell, partly cos I was listening to The Used's Listening (heehee tricky sentence there!) and the screaming part was on and my earphones were ripped out when I dropped the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a klutz like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my blue hair. But I've more important things to focus on atm. Like stretching out the money I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH, STOP BUYING UNNECESSARY FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I-came-I-saw-I-conquered-and-then-I-got-bored&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8437068357101004796?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8437068357101004796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8437068357101004796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8437068357101004796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8437068357101004796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/10/psychopsilocybin.html' title='Psychopsilocybin'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1357561862113385967</id><published>2011-09-26T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:13:38.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you honestly think I don't get jealous? That is all I have to say. K, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1357561862113385967?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1357561862113385967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1357561862113385967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1357561862113385967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1357561862113385967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-honestly-think-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-469764438986392445</id><published>2011-09-17T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:43:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll confess that I can be a little selfish</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I'm (pretty much) done packing. So I'm gonna do a 30 bands in 30 days kinda thing but it's gonna be more like a random number of bands in whenever-I-remember-posts :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to start it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/a/academy_is_the/photos/flipbook-10-2008/cr-ben-ritter/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="365" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/bands/a/academy_is_the/photos/flipbook-10-2008/cr-ben-ritter/1.jpg" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave album: Santi (this was a super hard choice to make)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave songs: Season, The Phrase That Pays, Black Mamba, Classifieds, Checkmarks, About A Girl, Summer Hair = Forever Young, Rumored Nights, Automatic Eyes, Beware! Cougar!, The Fever, Same Blood, We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands, Sleeping With Giants, Seed, Ghost, You Might Have Noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave lyrics: "love me or leave me or rip me apart, this is the voice that I was given and if you don't like it take a long walk off of the shortest pier you can find and I'll be singing it out i'll be singing... oh, Mr. Magazine I never wrote one single thing for you or your so-called music scene you don't mean a thing to me' - Black Mamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song you heard: We've Got A Big Mess On Our Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen them live: Never :( but I'm going to make sure that changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.nme.com/images/gallery/paramore_paphotos_L80509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://static.nme.com/images/gallery/paramore_paphotos_L80509.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave album: All We Know Is Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave songs: Emergency, Pressure, Misery Business, Brighter, Conspiracy, My Heart, For A Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic, Hallelujah, Miracle, Adore, We Are Broken, Fences, In The Mourning, Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody), Playing God, Ignorance, Feeling Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave lyrics: "I've gone too far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue, you don't know what you do to me" - Stop This Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song you heard: Misery Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen them live: YES! :D Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm lazy. Til another day, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-469764438986392445?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/469764438986392445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=469764438986392445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/469764438986392445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/469764438986392445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-ill-confess-that-i-can-be-little.html' title='And I&apos;ll confess that I can be a little selfish'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8980168728560958907</id><published>2011-09-15T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:11:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I sound angry, I'm sorry, this body can only cry for so long</title><content type='html'>This has been an eventful holiday. Or at least, it feels like it has been eventful but at the same time, it feels like I've only ever stayed at home and spammed Twitter and liked videos on YouTube and downloaded over a million albums. Ok fine, I exaggerate. Download maybe 60 albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said earlier. One of my closest friends got married. She also had a miscarriage and lost her four-month old baby on her wedding night. Life's never fair. And tbh, I got a little mad at God. Where's the love/mercy/kindness He promised? But I suppose its better if I admit this rather than be all hypocritical and go, "Oh, God has a plan for everything." and yeah, I do believe that, I was just caught up in the moment and got pissed. Cut me some slack, I AM human. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this didn't happen to me and even though I wasn't there when it happened (I'm a pretty lousy friend like that.) I feel like a grew a million years. Ok fine, exaggeration again. But it really got me thinking how life is short and how maybe all the cheesy lines about making the most of life is something to really consider. I mean, who wants to die as an unknown? To leave absolutely no impact on another person's life? And no, I don't mean the baby left no impact on us, I think it left a great whopping impact. And if an unborn baby can do that, why can't the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that the miscarriage was a good thing to me omg no. Argh, I dunno how to put it into words but I suddenly feel very...grown up. Well, not all the time. But a lot more now than I used to. And I kind of feel like I'm wasting my time on certain frivolous matters. I'm a frivolous person. So sue me. Actually, don't. The whole point of this is to make me figure out what steps I want to take in the near future, which direction I'm heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if you're making any sense of this. I prolly won't understand it either when I'm done but I want to get this out of my system heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should move on to less dark subjects now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this music thingy going on in Bukit Jalil on the 8th of October. It's the Rockaway Fest!&lt;br /&gt;The first time the lineup came out, it said that Sum 41 and Dashboard Confessional were coming. I was pretty stoked because I think Deryck Whibley is hot ;) And I love Dashboard. But then it seemed like too much of a hassle. And then both bands canceled. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my cousin told me who was replacing them. STORY OF THE YEAR &amp;amp; ALL TIME LOW. WHOOPEE! This time it became a MUST-GO-NO-MATTER-WHAT thing. And everyone was curious over the 3rd international act. I confess, I was hoping for The Cab (you never know, they're quite close to ATL after all) or VersaEmerge (ditto) or even The Academy Is... (a girl can dream, right? Heehee). But when the announcement came out, it wasn't any of those. But it was someone just as awesome. Guess who's gonna be stepping foot in Malaysia come October? THE USED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy pumpkin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tickets are only RM88. That's like daylight robbery. Us concert-goers being the robbers that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rediscovered my love for RyRo. I kind of dumped him when I knew of William Beckett's existence but now it's all good between me and RyRo :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I'm one of those girls who'll pine over them everyday and wail at the world for being unfair because they live in a different continent but THEY MAKE ME HAPPY so let me continue this fangirling in peace plsandthankyou :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, college is gonna start soon. Like, THIS COMING MONDAY SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT ME. I've been sleeping at 4 in the morning and waking up at 12 in the afternoon. I'm gonna suffer thru the first few weeks of morning classes. Sigh. And there are so many people I was supposed to meet up with but I don't think it's possible cos I have plans starting tmrw night onwards. Oh wait, it's already past 12. Tonight onwards then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like I'm drifting away from someone and it makes me sad. I hate breaking up. LOL no, not that kind of breaking up. I mean friendships breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel the beginnings of a fever. Not surprised though, it tends to come when I have important things to do. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of typing so byeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;This is currently my favourite song. You have no idea how much I love it. I want to marry it.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jjBFqA1JhUg" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8980168728560958907?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8980168728560958907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8980168728560958907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8980168728560958907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8980168728560958907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-sound-angry-im-sorry-this-body-can.html' title='If I sound angry, I&apos;m sorry, this body can only cry for so long'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jjBFqA1JhUg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1929141123933674056</id><published>2011-08-31T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:52:07.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you would return the favor</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my cousin today about my course. Cos as you all know (or do you not know?), I'm taking journalism. And my cousin is a journalist for The Star newspaper. She helped me on one of my assignments so she asked me how it went. I told her that my lecturer didn't give me very high marks for it, prolly cos my 5W1H arrangement wasn't really correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin responded: "Oh, but you know, we don't really bother with the 5W1H, we just go with whatever's interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. The lecturer has been lying to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible! It's a tragedy! It's a travesty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that word belongs in a song. I just can't think what song. But I think it's an All Time Low song. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK HANNAH THINKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a You Me At Six song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't be able to rest til I find out T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*starts hunting thru my music library*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1929141123933674056?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1929141123933674056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1929141123933674056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1929141123933674056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1929141123933674056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wish-you-would-return-favor.html' title='I wish you would return the favor'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8067934111647176564</id><published>2011-08-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:04:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of this is a memory</title><content type='html'>No &amp;nbsp;one has been replying texts from my Maxis number. It's becoming very frustrating. I thought maybe something's wrong with the phone so I tried texting it with my other number and guess what? I GOT A MESSAGE *cue applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I went online just now, I asked one of the people I've been texting whether she got my text or not. She confirmed it. Annoyed, I asked her why she didn't reply. Her answer? "Hee.." -___- And this isn't just any text, it's a very important one. Involving at least RM300. Lol. Omg have the courtesy to reply plsplspls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I texted another friend just now, he didn't reply either. I nearly went crazy til he did. You know what? This Maxis number is driving me up and down all the walls and ceilings available. Maybe I should just get rid of it. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter's also pissing me off cos it won't load my mentions :( And the timeline gets updated oh-so-slowly. I think I've aged a lot today, what with waiting for texts and mentions and updated timelines. By the time this week is over, I'll prolly have gray hair or smtg. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go text myself now so I won't feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, tomorrow's a busy day so maybe I'll just go to sleep early. Goodnight, dead blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8067934111647176564?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8067934111647176564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8067934111647176564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8067934111647176564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8067934111647176564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-of-this-is-memory.html' title='All of this is a memory'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8620760194446066526</id><published>2011-08-30T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:31:56.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the heart is</title><content type='html'>Guess who's homeeeeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs recognise me so I'm super happy. One kept jumping up and bathing me with his tongue til I smelled like a rubbish bin bleagh haha &amp;lt;3 I love my babies so much you have no idea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight had a ridiculously long delay which pissed me off to no end but a night out with the cuzzies cheered me up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I still haven't had my kolo mee and laksa but that's on the waaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now dad and I were discussing phone plans and he actually suggested I get an Android phone *gasp* but he said wait til he has more cash so I feel bad so I think I'll stick to the Blackberry plan cos it's cheaper. Plus I've been wanting a bb for a long time already anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a family gathering this Wednesday and mom suggested discussing about it there cos there will be a lot of smart-phone users in that gathering ahaha. She even said some of them may consider donating to get me the phone and then she cackled. CACKLED. I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad rearranged my whole room. My bed is now in the opposite corner and IT SHRUNK from a double bed to a single :( Now I can't sneak guys into my room anymore *sigh* HAHAHAHAH I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back though, even with the different room and all. Homeeeee :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8620760194446066526?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8620760194446066526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8620760194446066526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8620760194446066526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8620760194446066526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5976003507145232319</id><published>2011-08-28T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:38:46.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a saint or a sinner?</title><content type='html'>It's SUNDAY! That means tomorrow is MONDAY! Oh no I'm starting to sound like Rebecca Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Monday is THE day because that's when I'm going back. Back home. To mama and papa. And my beloved doggies. Never have I felt so family-oriented before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm sitting in my room waiting for the clothes I just washed to dry so that I can do some last minute packing, listening to The Cab's Symphony Soldier (I swear, this is one of the best albums EVER) and texting Bel because she's all lonely back home, selling ice-cream outside the new Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad is a little disappointed because the minute I get home, I'm going out again instead of eating with him heheh. But I bought him something so he might feel appeased. Smart daughter -pats own head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy anything for anyone else this time, I'm sorry. I'm so ridiculously broke it's not even funny cos I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SPENT THE MONEY ON. I should really get an accountant. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, my finals are over and I'm a little emo cos I think I did badly on three papers. There goes my dream of getting a 3.8 CGPA - le sigh. But I'll worry about this later because I'M GOING BACK (yes, I have to keep repeating this) so I can ENJOY MYSELF back home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one of my best friends is getting married and although I freaked a little (okay fine, a lot) at first, it's all good now. Congratulations bb &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I like hugs from behind. Okbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5976003507145232319?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5976003507145232319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5976003507145232319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5976003507145232319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5976003507145232319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-saint-or-sinner.html' title='Are you a saint or a sinner?'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-9026361343802994557</id><published>2011-08-07T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:11:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M TIRED OF BEING GOOD.</title><content type='html'>22 more days til I go home! :)&lt;br /&gt;That's 3 weeks and a day. Sounds so much better. Faster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to revisit all my hangout spots. SPRING. BING. ruai? Ahahaha. Ah John's. Bel's place. Mich's place. 101 :D MARS. Little Lebanon. 360 Hotel. LIFE CAFE. Even Saberkas, cos I wanna get another piercing heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANNA GO SWIMMING. BEACH! Stampark :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPOVERS &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to hold one. I haven't properly officiated moving into the new place with a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, current #2 favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FoGTjIFzbWQ" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of love from,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I-use-way-too-many-smileys-nowadays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-9026361343802994557?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/9026361343802994557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=9026361343802994557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/9026361343802994557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/9026361343802994557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-tired-of-being-good.html' title='I&apos;M TIRED OF BEING GOOD.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FoGTjIFzbWQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2834051743872902961</id><published>2011-08-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:33:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you've lost it.</title><content type='html'>So last week I bought this book called "How to Live with a Huge Penis", it was only 5 bucks and it's FUNNEH.&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted about it but I forgot that it would come out on Facebook too. Guess what? My maternal uncle saw it and commented "AHEM!" omgosh so embarrassing! I dieeeee liaoooo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my paternal uncle chatted with me on FB saying that my dad's in the kampung right now, visiting my granddad (I feel bad cos the last time I saw my granddad was years back :/ anyways, back to the story) I told him to say hi to both of them for me. Then I realised, what if my dad decided to go through my FB profile while over there? THE HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS FB SO DANGEROUS TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just read Jude's post about Valentine's Day, BEL YOUR BOYFRIEND IS SO CHEESY LAH. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The 2nd Gift: To Tell you how sweet u can be almost all the time. This gift may be small. But she has been so sweet u just can imagine how is it even possible. Although she thinks shes done nothing at all. Being mine is all she had to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can practically taste the cheese already! :P&lt;br /&gt;But so cute also lah awwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with the three tambis today. Two of whom I have known since forever and one who decided to barge into my life in Form 4. Let's paint this town red ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2834051743872902961?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2834051743872902961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2834051743872902961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2834051743872902961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2834051743872902961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-youve-lost-it.html' title='I think you&apos;ve lost it.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6734757340559419945</id><published>2011-08-05T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:12:02.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're sad, sad, sadly mistaken!</title><content type='html'>HOMG IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J9t6EkGtuFM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TFT's Hunt Hunt Hunt music vid, I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;I love how Chris is so cool *bigwetshinyeyes*&lt;br /&gt;That's ma boyfriend right there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrrgh now I'm impatient for an album from them.&lt;br /&gt;naonaonaonaoNAONAONAONAOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 more days til I go home! :)&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I couldn't wait to get here and now that I'm here, I can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this nightmare that I'll bump into certain people that I don't want to see though heh.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of this weird dream I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it until now cos it's so.........lemme story it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was the daughter of a politician. Because of that, someone was trying to kill me. But before he gets to me, he’s killing other people to frame me and make the police keep an eye on me. At the same time, the guy I like – let’s call him J – is helping the guy I don’t like but who likes me – let’s call him Ew haha – meet up with me. So in the dream, I’m avoiding BOTH the killer as well as Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one part of the dream, J called me and asked me to meet up with him at some primary school (dunno why primary school -.-) where they do a side business of logging -______- after meeting up there, he got me to ride a bike with him to some shops where I saw Ew and Ew’s gang hanging around. Then I realized what J was up to so I jumped off the bike and hid behind a lorry LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of the dream was horribly scary, I actually saw a body being dragged out from a river by the police. It was chopped into 4 pieces and it’s super bloody. And somehow, I knew that it was done by the same guy who’s hunting me down. I accidentally said out loud, “oh no, he’s coming for me” and Nat and Mitchell who were somehow next to me (and who were both in my dream dunno why also lol) looked at each other as if I’m crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I was in a lift in some shopping mall and one of my friends happened to get into the same lift. I told her to act like she didn’t know me cos I knew the killer would also kill my friends. But she just ignored my advice and kept on talking to me! After I left her in the lift, I never heard of her anymore which means she got killed lah o.O mean dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene changed and I was at Sarawak Plaza which is in KL (in the dream that is HAHA) and I needed transport home, so I went with Mich’s mom. She was using a motorbike ahahahaha. There were 6 of us there, me, Bel, Mich, MJ, Vic, and Mitchell (she kepo again) -.- plus Mich’s mom is 7 lah so 7 of us on a bike yarabiiii. So amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my parents brought me to a loft (this part is not in Malaysia anymore -.-) to hide me away from the killer. They sent some people along with me to be my ‘caretakers’. Including Mich, MJ, Bel, Vic, Yo and Belle. But when these 6 people came along, they turned into Negro versions of themselves ahahahaha I DUNNO WHY MY DREAM IS SO RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we ordered pizza. When the pizza dude arrived, we told him to slide the pizza under the door cos there’s a gap under the door. So he did. Then I slid the money for it out. He said there’s change so I told him to slide it back under the door but he refused. I told him to just keep it then but he also refused. That’s when we got suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran up into the loft’s attic to hide (do lofts have attics? Anyway, in my dreams they do ohoho. The attic in my dream looked a bit like BL’s school hall what lah) while my friends made sure that the door didn’t fly open. While I was up there, Bel suddenly came up as well. We started playing with water from a pipe lulz when we heard voices coming up the stairs. So I hid behind some chairs while Bel continued playing with the water WHAT LAH SMALL KID AH HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people jaga-ing me brought the pizza guy in and they found me behind the chairs. It turned out to be a false alarm, the pizza guy is just some dude who’s interested in Mich. Which is why he wanted the door to be opened – cos he wanted to see her tsk so annoying. Suddenly, I got a call from the lobby saying that my uncle’s here and wants to visit me (at this point in the dream, my loft has turned into a suite in a hotel lol) so I ran down screaming “don’t open the main door!” cos I had to verify that it’s him before they send him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the lobby, I saw a lot of men in black holding guns outside the door. So I relaxed cos I knew it’s the FBI coming to protect me (LOLOLOLOL). I told the receptionist to open the door but when she did, someone suddenly started shooting at me. Luckily I moved fast and managed to hide behind a pillar! The FBI told me to go back to my room while they tried to trace the shooter. A lift appeared out of nowhere so I decided to use the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIFT IS BODO SCARY. The higher it went, the smaller it became. I ended up sitting with my knees against my chest cos there was no more room to stand up or stretch. I was afraid of suffocating to death so I managed to pry open the lift door a little in order to breathe outside air. And when the door opened, I looked out into a hotel room and saw a couple doing..well..what couples do when they’re alone in a room -______- don’t ask me how I know it’s that, I just know. ISK. My dream miang tahap dewa. Anyways, I freaked out and hit the G button in the lift to get back to ground floor before I got squashed to death. When I reached ground floor and got out of the lift, a Korean dude randomly waved at me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos of the ridiculously scary lift, I decided to take the stairs back to my room. On the way, I met this drug addict dude. I met him earlier in the dream but he was rude to me so I forgot about him til I met him again. When I met him this second time, he was lying on the floor after injecting himself. So, I scolded him HAHAHA. He told me he’s dying and I told him that he’s talking crap. I told him I could help him get better so he told me to try lah. When I kneeled beside him to help him get up, his skin changed texture. It became like chicken skin -.- you know, before it’s cooked. All pink and wrinkly and pimply lol so annoying! And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Ew is a real person and I don't wanna see him but I have this irrational fear that I'm gonna meet him somewhere public and his gang will come surround me and beat me up. The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my dad is joining (or already in? I dunno lah) DAP so he's quite possibly a politician which made one part of my dream come true oh nooooo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's bad having a politician for a dad, just that, you know. I don't particularly want to be hunted down by a mad person or see my Cina friends become black :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT RACIST OK I HAVE MANY BLACK FRIENDS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my longest post since the beach one ok lah buhbye I wanna sleeeeeeeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6734757340559419945?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6734757340559419945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6734757340559419945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6734757340559419945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6734757340559419945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-sad-sad-sadly-mistaken.html' title='you&apos;re sad, sad, sadly mistaken!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J9t6EkGtuFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-37956042909220234</id><published>2011-07-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T17:23:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna waste your precious time</title><content type='html'>I've always been a fan of Sleeping with Sirens - a rather quiet one though.&lt;br /&gt;But recently I fell in very very deep love with them.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE POSTCARDS AND POLAROIDS.&lt;br /&gt;It's my favouritest song from them heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I got my broadband! But daddeh doesnt know, I don't dare to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Also, no more assignments for the rest of this sem! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Sunday, I'm going to MTV World Stage hehehehe HI KIKWANG BABY :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next Thursday, Rory, Chia Hui, YT and I will be having a pizza party.&lt;br /&gt;Diu. I no lui liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wallet's drying up faster than a puddle in a drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywayssss, this sem is almost over and I shall be back in Kuching soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanna say something else on here but scared certain people might read, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been caught in a love triangle though, and I'm the only one who has absolutely no feelings involved -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to deserve thisssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helppppppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-37956042909220234?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/37956042909220234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=37956042909220234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/37956042909220234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/37956042909220234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-wanna-waste-your-precious-time.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna waste your precious time'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-12061104445875545</id><published>2011-07-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:06:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so give me something to believe</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging in forever. Whoever said college life gives you more freedom was lying. It feels like life is just one big assignment rush after another since I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people here are great though. I've only met one or two people who pissed me off :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become quite close to some people in my class and it's all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of my lecturers have terrible English. Mom suggested that I offer to tutor them in return for higher grades HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a lot klutzier too. I slipped and slided (slided? slid!) under a bus. NOT the whole way. Only my feet went under it. But to hear the 3 stooges in my class tell it, it's as if I'm a stunt double or smtg. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my parents and my dogs. Sometimes I think I miss my dogs more :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found out that I might possibly be allergic to seafood bleargh LIFE IS SAD WITHOUT SEAFOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that I would hate hostel life but it's ok. I'm now filching fries off my friend and contemplating ordering a burger. Hmm. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-12061104445875545?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/12061104445875545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=12061104445875545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/12061104445875545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/12061104445875545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-give-me-something-to-believe.html' title='so give me something to believe'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5805016510287710332</id><published>2011-05-29T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:25:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BLONDIE, watch me be dumb.</title><content type='html'>MY BLOG IS SUPER DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hi people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in TAR College and it is super Cina ok the first few words I learnt to say in Canto were ahlien and ahbeng. ahlien = lala mui and ahbeng = lala zai lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I srsly need to pick up Chinese (again) EBERIBADI SPEAKS CINA OK I CAN DAI.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE MY PARENTS BEEN TEACHING ME HOMG I CAN'T EVEN SPEAK HOKKIEN COS THEIR HOKKIEN SO DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which smart person told me KL has more choice of food ha, seems like there's only two choices. Spicy, and non-spicy. And non-spicy is a super small group AND I'M ALLERGIC TO CHILLI. Somebody, shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE ARE NO DOGS HERE. OK GOT LAH BUT CAN COUNT WITH FINGERS ONE. THE ONES THAT ARE IN ABUNDANCE ARE CATS, WHICH I DO LIKE, BUT I LOOOOOVE DOGS. I'm dying from lack of dogginess here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, shopping here is awesome ;)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be going to The Strokes' concert muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But pissed lah cos I missed Super Junior-M's FREE concert yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;FREE OK FREE OMG HANNAH YOU SO STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stupid, I walked into a glass wall.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this is expected of blondes (heehee stereotyping) BUT KAMON LAH I'M A FAKE BLONDE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right, I'm being Cina myself haih the other day I said "we got into a trouble" A TROUBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what this place is doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I get more rajin - goodbyeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5805016510287710332?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5805016510287710332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5805016510287710332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5805016510287710332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5805016510287710332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-blondie-watch-me-be-dumb.html' title='I AM BLONDIE, watch me be dumb.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6027270538430973847</id><published>2011-04-06T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:44:25.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>icarus the bear, made of lava and sails in it for anchor &amp; stereo</title><content type='html'>On a "discovering"-"new"-bands-frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;So whoever reads this, and whoever's up to it, go check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anchor &amp; Braille&lt;br /&gt;2. Minus The Bear&lt;br /&gt;3. Anathallo&lt;br /&gt;4. The Floor Is Made Of Lava&lt;br /&gt;5. Sail By The Stars&lt;br /&gt;6. Stereo Shout Out&lt;br /&gt;7. Icarus The Owl&lt;br /&gt;8. In It For Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal favourites? Minus The Bear, Icarus The Owl and In It For Storms.&lt;br /&gt;GO. YOUTUBE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6027270538430973847?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6027270538430973847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6027270538430973847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6027270538430973847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6027270538430973847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/04/icarus-bear-made-of-lava-and-sails-in.html' title='icarus the bear, made of lava and sails in it for anchor &amp; stereo'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3464518790651880353</id><published>2011-04-04T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:38:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and hey, sweet hey.</title><content type='html'>You has to admit, I has pretty awesome taste in music :P&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, kidding but really, YOU MUST LISTEN TO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;If you've heard it before, LISTEN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EP3KoKqNe4E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially love A Day To Remember and the fact that Sierra's in this song is a major plus point ohoho.&lt;br /&gt;It's now playing on repeat in my work pc nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO KL AT THE END OF THE MONTH YAY YAY YAY AAAAAYYYY HAI EVRIBADI :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now deciding between MAS and AirAsia -_____-&lt;br /&gt;MAS lets me bring more stuff but AirAsia is cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;But I like MAS better. So should I spend more, or spend less? RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, dad and I argued yesterday over when I should go to KL.&lt;br /&gt;It went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go on 30th."&lt;br /&gt;"No, go on the 2nd."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I want 30th."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you wanna go so early for? Even if the earlier flight is cheaper, you still have to consider that we'll have to pay for food and transportation for the extra days."&lt;br /&gt;"Like we don't have to pay for food and transportation on the 2nd? It's not like I'm gonna register on the 2nd itself, registration's on the 3RD."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but if we go on the 30th, have to pay for extra two days bah."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, if you wanna save money, then YOU don't come. We'll save a lot on your airfare alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I win.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after winning, I realised I need him to come along so I can use his share of the luggage weight too, crap -______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAO WAD DO I DOOOOOO HELPPPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna end up paying another 90 bucks for overweight luggage -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, I AM PACKING MY WHOLE HOUSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3464518790651880353?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3464518790651880353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3464518790651880353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3464518790651880353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3464518790651880353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-hey-sweet-hey.html' title='and hey, sweet hey.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EP3KoKqNe4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1135959173326084176</id><published>2011-04-03T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:54:36.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend wars</title><content type='html'>Srsly, I feel like I'm being recycled by the same group of guys -________- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 7 of them (I just count 7 cos I'm lazy to count the chinese counterparts. These are the non-chinese ones lol) ANYWAYS, out of 7 of them, 2 liked me (1 of whom I liked back...after he stopped liking me tsk), I had a pseudo-relationship with 1 (emphasis on the pseudo part), I liked 1 (who religiously ignored me while I liked him and even for awhile after I stopped liking him. And whose name is still frequently linked to mine when they bring up the list of his admirers - OH HOW MY REPUTATION SUFFERS) and the other 3......just remained normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I'm not being recycled as in, dating kind of recycled. I also have dignity ok -.- what I meant was like. First I was close with one of the normal friends. Then I was close with one of those who liked me (because I liked his friend) then I was close with the fake boyfriend one (because I liked the one who liked me previously) and now I'm close with one of the other normal friends. I actually like the one I'm close to now the most. Let's hope I don't go changing partners again. And now I sound like a swinger, the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two left to be close to. And honestly, I DUNNO WHAT I'M DOING BEING THE GIRL-WHO-IS-A-CLOSE-FRIEND FOR SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE SAME GROUP FOR when they usually end up forgetting I exist after our brief period of closefriendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By forgetting, I mean that they never contact me or ask me to go out anymore. Only one of them still does that but we're not really as close as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them actually stopped talking to me -.- and two others only contact me randomly - never thru phone, always thru facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this current closefriendship to end like the above ones. I actually like these people lol. Especially this current guy, he's very niceeeeee. Nicer than the rest hmph *childish moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, imagine the awkwardness if I suddenly became close to the one who I used to like. Everyone will just think I like him again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like I make friends with weird people. HANNAH Y U NO FIND NORMAL PEOPLE TO FRIEND-FRIEND WITH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1135959173326084176?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1135959173326084176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1135959173326084176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1135959173326084176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1135959173326084176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend-wars_03.html' title='weekend wars'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-432484768174504632</id><published>2011-03-31T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:14:21.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>control yourself, take only what you need from it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Was on the phone with a friend last night and he brought up a funny story. So, I decided to re-tell said funny story to mother dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I started with, “Mom you know what my friend told me? You know, there’s this one guy that I used to like in Form Three, I thought he was really cute.” Mom interrupted with a, “Oh, the Malay boy? The cute one that you said very pretty?” ……………………..MOM WHY DO YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING I TELL YOU? T___________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Anyways, I shall not tell you the funny story because I think I’ve talked enough about that particular “cute, pretty, Malay boy”. Even Nimai keeps reminding me about him -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Let’s leave the past in the past yeah. GUESS WHAT, I GOT OFFERED A PLACE IN TARC!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Not so surprising lah, I was just paranoid that I wouldn’t get in heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Looking forward to finally going to study (again) and I hope my Mandarin gets better before I go there lol. Ahbeng-ahlien school the horror :/ at least I have the hair to match now HAHA….if you laugh at my hair I kick you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH I BROKE MY TOENAIL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I know, I know. Typical girlish outburst BUT IT HURT OKAY. I got it broken while I was busy being beaten up. Yes, that’s right – I got beaten up and I only broke a toenail so I think I should be allowed to complain, right? But actually right…..I got beaten up in a play rehearsal. As in, my character got beaten up so technically, I didn’t get beaten up hehe. I broke my toenail for a worthy cause! Or so I thought. Because the week after that, the play got cancelled -________________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I BROKE MY TOENAIL FOR NOTHING *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And who knew even people in KL read my blog lol. Well, one person lah. Hi to the guy who found about another guy through reading my blog :D (it sounds like they got into a relationship but I’m lazy to rephrase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW LISTEN TO THIS YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="450" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fe4EK4HSPkI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-432484768174504632?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/432484768174504632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=432484768174504632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/432484768174504632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/432484768174504632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/03/control-yourself-take-only-what-you.html' title='control yourself, take only what you need from it!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fe4EK4HSPkI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8513049408447407101</id><published>2011-03-25T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:37:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Jimmy</title><content type='html'>My blog's so lifeless. I feel so lifeless too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand people who want to work straight away afer finishing Form 5/6 instead of going to college.&lt;br /&gt;WORKING'S NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study :(&lt;br /&gt;6 months from now I'm gonna look back at this post and say, "what was I thinking? Studying's killing me!" but let me indulge myself in my own fantasies now ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight! Guess who's performing in KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/mgmt453vid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/mgmt453vid.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thissongissick.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/MGMT-Datsik-Kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thissongissick.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/MGMT-Datsik-Kids.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollogrady.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/mgmt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.rollogrady.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/mgmt.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Oh alright.&lt;br /&gt;It's...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eventrocks.com/assets/mgmt_pop_concert_gig_live_38286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://www.eventrocks.com/assets/mgmt_pop_concert_gig_live_38286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would kill to be there grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who's gonna be in Singapore next Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chartattack.com/files/imagecache/content_image-680xauto/chart_global/news/jimmyeatworld_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.chartattack.com/files/imagecache/content_image-680xauto/chart_global/news/jimmyeatworld_0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Jimmy Eat World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now go emo kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8513049408447407101?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8513049408447407101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8513049408447407101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8513049408447407101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8513049408447407101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/03/managing-jimmy.html' title='Managing Jimmy'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-849133538565012425</id><published>2011-02-18T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:44:11.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the funeral</title><content type='html'>I'm so pro that I'm typing this as I sit in my boss' seat ohoho. I won't tell you why I'm so awesome that my boss even lets me use her work computer&amp;nbsp;to blog, I'll let you guys puzzle it out :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in.......well not very long actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I saw someone's status on FB about thanking God for being alive when they wake up the next day (cheesy I know) and quite a few people liked it. And some left nice comments too. And then this other girl commented "What the hell did someone do at night that they have to be thankful they're still alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........killjoy -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know her or I'd have posted a sarcastic reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would have said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep, obviously. Don't you know that quite a lot of people breathe through their mouth when they sleep at night? And don't you know that if one breathes through one's mouth while sleeping, there will be a few times throughout the sleep&amp;nbsp;where one stops breathing for awhile. And if the for awhile turns out to be too long, one could possibly die? Or are you just too ignorant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. If you don't belive in God, or any god at all, fine. But don't insult&amp;nbsp;or belittle others who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M SO ANNOYED WITH THE SPAMMERS IN MY CHATBOX.&lt;br /&gt;*explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've been listening to Light.FM lately, it's one of the few radio stations that doesn't make me want to cringe while listening to it (except when they start playing songs from glee tsk)&lt;br /&gt;I love how they have these segments in the morning talking over a certain subject.&lt;br /&gt;Once it was on sexism OHOHO this is my field. I'm a selective feminist haha I think that&amp;nbsp;women should get the same opportunities that men do and the same SALARIES (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) that men do and the same respect that men receive BUT that women should still be treated with more gentleness than men. As in, don't punch us around if we're fighting about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time it was on modern kids and electronic devices. They were saying that kids nowadays don't interact with people at the table during mealtimes, they just play with their phones or gameboys or psps or whatever. I don't think that's true.Well, maybe in West Malaysia. Here in Borneo, we still have plenty of&amp;nbsp;normal kids :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh my laptop is still stuck in the hospital so I can't send my hard drive to be repaired yet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go emo first kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh go youtube Band of Horses, whoever's reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-849133538565012425?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/849133538565012425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=849133538565012425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/849133538565012425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/849133538565012425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/02/funeral.html' title='the funeral'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7239059673957929980</id><published>2011-01-29T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:15:34.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple courage</title><content type='html'>So. I have a cousin who has a Facebook-based ....store? Whatever you wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt there's still anyone reading this sad blog and I'm perfectly aware that I'm the only one who reads my blog - along with one or two other people who really have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these two other people might be interested in paying said cousin's FB...store a visit.&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TeeBags.TeeShoes?v=info"&gt;CLICK HERE :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I need to boost my self-worth a little (HAHAHAHA) I will post some pics from the...store.&lt;br /&gt;What do the pics have to do with my self-worth? Well duh, obviously I'm the one in them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1178.snc4/155073_466006247689_513472689_5719778_7571148_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1178.snc4/155073_466006247689_513472689_5719778_7571148_n.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs958.snc4/75173_466005762689_513472689_5719754_1369330_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs958.snc4/75173_466005762689_513472689_5719754_1369330_n.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs491.ash2/76449_466005007689_513472689_5719726_3651531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs491.ash2/76449_466005007689_513472689_5719726_3651531_n.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just realized I chose all the ones with the same shoes -____-&lt;br /&gt;Naymind, those heels are pretty anyways.&lt;br /&gt;PS - the bags and shoes displayed aren't for sale, only the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;PPS - she sells pretty cool accessories too.&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs965.snc4/75818_176897932320445_170852229591682_639526_5507194_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs965.snc4/75818_176897932320445_170852229591682_639526_5507194_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give this a listen :D&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's veryyyy related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_oe9DtyVggc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're both Parawhores ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7239059673957929980?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7239059673957929980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7239059673957929980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7239059673957929980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7239059673957929980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/01/purple-courage.html' title='purple courage'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_oe9DtyVggc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3721137586366632950</id><published>2011-01-29T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:50:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jefkjaguoiagh</title><content type='html'>Hi. I've been wanting to go blonde for a long time. Ever since I saw Lil J in Gossip Girl actually. That's what....two years?&lt;br /&gt;Ok it sounds less like that.&lt;br /&gt;But two years is quite long also!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm actually quite dark so I don't dare to dye my whole head blonde so I decided to just highlight it. Now I'm SO annoyed because the colour actually looks quite good on me -______________-&lt;br /&gt;But cos it's just highlights, it's not as....obvious. Obvious lah, what I mean by not as obvious is when I want to say I'm now blonde, I can't cos I'm not fullu blonde grr. But anyways, next month I'm going back and next month, I'M DOING MY WHOLE HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will really be blonde! HMPH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3721137586366632950?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3721137586366632950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3721137586366632950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3721137586366632950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3721137586366632950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/01/jefkjaguoiagh.html' title='jefkjaguoiagh'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4171810282308437551</id><published>2011-01-22T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:15:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic in the shoe store</title><content type='html'>PANIC AT THE DISCO HAS A NEW SINGLE!!!! :DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yOhjXKZbjrs" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently waiting for the full song to come out hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Cheesie and her friend Aud blogged about their shoes, I also want to blog about mine! (lol copycat) I don't think I have as many as them but that's okay. I have more than some of my friends LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like those two, I can remember every single place my shoes came from hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovZ17k6lI/AAAAAAAAACI/th9dlfMItsA/s1600/01012007%2528006%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovZ17k6lI/AAAAAAAAACI/th9dlfMItsA/s320/01012007%2528006%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair, I got for RM15 from Bata hehehe I actually wanted the light blue sneakers but the smallest size for that was 6 and when I walked in it, my feet come out -____- so I got the red ones lah, only RM15 bah so cheap okay I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovaHkOogI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vzm3awo1ZZg/s1600/01012007%2528008%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovaHkOogI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vzm3awo1ZZg/s320/01012007%2528008%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Nine West heels. I've only ever worn them once, they're really old and a size 8, a bit too big for me. I didn't buy them, my mom's friend gave them to me lol. The day I can afford Nine West heels will be the day I win the lottery...or get a big salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovaaVUtNI/AAAAAAAAACY/q3Zs6pVSUjA/s1600/01012007%2528009%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovaaVUtNI/AAAAAAAAACY/q3Zs6pVSUjA/s320/01012007%2528009%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these sandals at some random shop near my church. Size 7! They were RM29 I think. I haven't worn them in a long time but they're really comfy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovarY7cjI/AAAAAAAAACg/J0I0nBHv6kQ/s1600/01012007%2528010%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovarY7cjI/AAAAAAAAACg/J0I0nBHv6kQ/s320/01012007%2528010%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovarY7cjI/AAAAAAAAACg/J0I0nBHv6kQ/s1600/01012007%2528010%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these from Padini! RM27 only :D&lt;br /&gt;The last pair and they were a size 7 - perfect fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovakoJyWI/AAAAAAAAACo/nidGXyUy4cE/s1600/01012007%2528011%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTovakoJyWI/AAAAAAAAACo/nidGXyUy4cE/s320/01012007%2528011%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These, I got from Cotton On. It was a good deal. 2 for RM49. If I had just bought one, it would have cost me RM30, so I chose this (in size 7) and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEOVqgbI/AAAAAAAAACw/FS6eINPxf48/s1600/01012007%2528012%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEOVqgbI/AAAAAAAAACw/FS6eINPxf48/s320/01012007%2528012%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS! (also in size 7) I chose this one mainly cos I like the stars inside lah lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEWKMaBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8fSbIAVmAeQ/s1600/01012007%2528013%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEWKMaBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8fSbIAVmAeQ/s320/01012007%2528013%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from a random shop in Sungei Wang for RM15 too but the soles are coming off and I'm lazy to fix them so I haven't worn them for a long time now heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEvpPRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/opz4cHitW9M/s1600/01012007%2528014%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowEvpPRLI/AAAAAAAAADA/opz4cHitW9M/s320/01012007%2528014%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THESE. They're super comfortable size 6 sandals and they only cost me RM10! From the same random shop near my church. I dunno the name of the shop and yet I always go there T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowE8XyOoI/AAAAAAAAADI/DXGW83rR-yc/s1600/01012007%2528015%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowE8XyOoI/AAAAAAAAADI/DXGW83rR-yc/s320/01012007%2528015%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These size 7 espadrilles, I got from Shoez Obsession in Sunway. They're actually not as high as I'd like but they're comfortable so nevermind lah. RM60 -.- I really wanted espadrilles though so I just got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowFFJiXBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0ceEh4haF_0/s1600/01012007%2528016%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowFFJiXBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0ceEh4haF_0/s320/01012007%2528016%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were given to me by Shasha! :)&lt;br /&gt;As a birthday prez! :D&lt;br /&gt;So I do not know where they're from or how much they cost HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But they're also a size 7 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowfo_CEhI/AAAAAAAAADY/8i-TV9A1Kwg/s1600/01012007%2528021%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowfo_CEhI/AAAAAAAAADY/8i-TV9A1Kwg/s320/01012007%2528021%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These size 8 pumps I got from. Uh. Santaland? -.- I don't remember the name of the shop but it's in Subang Parade and thay cost me RM50 and they're higher than the espadrilles kahfjsfghsjkfhsiuf how can higher be cheaper oneeee. I mean, good lah but I feel so ripped off by Shoez Obsession lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowf8Rc-dI/AAAAAAAAADg/izACUKdR5oo/s1600/01012007%2528024%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowf8Rc-dI/AAAAAAAAADg/izACUKdR5oo/s320/01012007%2528024%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also only ever worn these shoes once. I LOVE HOW THEY LOOK. I almost got them in black and pink but....I like blue. I wish there was a black and blue :/ anyways I forgot how much they cost cos my dad paid for them but I got them at a Bata outlet too. Someone please invite me to go jogging so I can wear them again.Oh yes. Size 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgEAVtzI/AAAAAAAAADo/wX-AlKkp1aE/s1600/01012007%2528025%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgEAVtzI/AAAAAAAAADo/wX-AlKkp1aE/s320/01012007%2528025%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These (size 7) sneakers look so pitiful -.- I've never wash them hehe BUT THEY DON'T SMELL OKAY. Got them from a shop at Hock Lee which has already closed down now. Dad also paid for them lah so I don't remember the price for this also. Haven't worn 'em in a long time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgYlNxJI/AAAAAAAAADw/n4QfI9EsJoQ/s1600/01012007%2528029%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgYlNxJI/AAAAAAAAADw/n4QfI9EsJoQ/s320/01012007%2528029%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is currently my most favourite pair. 5 inches high babeh :D&lt;br /&gt;RM82.50 from Charles &amp;amp; Keith. They were originally RM195.&lt;br /&gt;WHO CAN RESIST DEAL LIDAT I ASK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Actually a lot of people can lah horr, not everyone's as shoe obsessed as me ._.&lt;br /&gt;They're a size 5! So only one or two of my friends can fit in them and those are the ones who don't wear such high heels sooooo, no one gets to borrow this pair HEHEHE &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgYNbBaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5FSZaKaj0mc/s1600/01012007%2528030%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TTowgYNbBaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5FSZaKaj0mc/s320/01012007%2528030%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my second favourite pair of heels, 4 inches! RM110 from Charles &amp;amp; Keith too. Size 6 -.-&lt;br /&gt;Original price was RM175 so it's not a good a deal as the red ones but still cantek bah. I wore them to work yesterday, everyone was salivating over them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxdQBwtRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/thVxAtoAAp0/s1600/01012007%2528033%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxdQBwtRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/thVxAtoAAp0/s320/01012007%2528033%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from Nose, I did not buy them, it was given to me by my friend because she can't fit into them lol. They're a size 7 so the front is a bit too panjang for my toes ._. but they look really nice when you put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxdzDZN4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9LQBkYvWejs/s1600/01012007%2528035%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxdzDZN4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9LQBkYvWejs/s320/01012007%2528035%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are also from Charles &amp;amp; Keith, I got them for RM50, originally RM140 (I think). They're way too huge for me now because they're a size 9, but the first time I tried them on, they fit T.T I want to sell them now sigh I never wear them anymore bah. 4 inches heels. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxeN4s2II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4EwiDT0W3H0/s1600/01012007%2528037%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxeN4s2II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4EwiDT0W3H0/s320/01012007%2528037%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are...actually my form 6 shoes lol dunno how much they cost but they're from Bata too. I only went to form6 for 3 weeks anyways, and I like these sneakers. Wore them with tights and shorts once and someone said I look like Orianthi xD sizeeeeeee 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxecpaoZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/otMgbIeyqUc/s1600/01012007%2528038%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxecpaoZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/otMgbIeyqUc/s320/01012007%2528038%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these from my Canadian aunt. I have never worn them. I like the colour but I don't like the kitten heel, it's so short T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxeaR9vYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HS-GkbDfo0k/s1600/01012007%2528039%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToxeaR9vYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HS-GkbDfo0k/s320/01012007%2528039%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my knee high boots with 3 inch heels. Also given to me by someone. Size 8 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToyc1e_V-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2DrBouJO7lg/s1600/01012007%2528041%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TToyc1e_V-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2DrBouJO7lg/s320/01012007%2528041%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my mid calf boots with kitten heels (i hate kitten heels btw so I've never worn them) - ALSO given to my by someone. Size 9 -__________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my problem is, I have such temperamental feet.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been listing down all my shoe sizes (or the ones I can remember at least)&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson to you. If you want to buy me shoes, bring me along just to make sure my feet fit (pun not intended)&lt;br /&gt;Also, never give me kitten heels. I prolly wouldn't wear them and that would be a waste of your money. Get me something that's at least 3 inches high yeah. Or else buy me flats :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who loves high heels, I have a horrible sense of balance and coordination and....peripheral vision. I have fallen over in my heels countless times, and tripped even when I'm not wearing anything on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week alone, I've had so many mishaps, usually involving walls. On Monday, while getting ready for work, I walked into the bathroom wall. Later on, I trip and walked into my office door. At night, I went to bing! with Cheryl and Arthur. After ordering, we sat down and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, &amp;nbsp;I managed to bang my head on the wall while talking -.- later, when I got home, I walked into the kitchen door -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I tripped and fell down in front of the car door when I was about to get in LOL. What's even funnier is, my dad didn't even notice HAHA. Then at work, while I was doing some filing, someone wanted to pass behind me so I moved to make way for her. And I walked into the shelf door and banged my left eye -.- it oche now okay, not funny T_T and last night, after washing up, my friend was putting the cups away and I bent down to close the cupboard door and when I straightened up, she swung around and hit me in my right eye with a cup. A glass cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO ACCIDENT PRONE IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4171810282308437551?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4171810282308437551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4171810282308437551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4171810282308437551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4171810282308437551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2011/01/panic-in-shoe-store.html' title='panic in the shoe store'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yOhjXKZbjrs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6481595714479601790</id><published>2010-12-31T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:41:23.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see london i see france! *updated*</title><content type='html'>I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;But I am always in love.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I AM in love :PPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Thomas Penfound! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the male models, he's my abolute fave ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lctjs17cyq1qa6clqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lctjs17cyq1qa6clqo1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 21. Only 3 years older! :P&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when his birthday is but his profile says he's 21 so I'm just gonnna go with that -_-&lt;br /&gt;He was born in Manchester, UK (all the more reason to apply for a British Council scholarship to UK HEHEHEHE)&lt;br /&gt;He's 188 cm tall, or 6'2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcolxj1mdY1qzx74yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcolxj1mdY1qzx74yo1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbopiqNSUf1qefoo9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="700" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbopiqNSUf1qefoo9o1_500.jpg" width="467" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyphngJpzt1qb4g0ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyphngJpzt1qb4g0ho1_500.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la92baojNl1qcesklo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="545" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la92baojNl1qcesklo1_400.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la92ajlQOB1qcesklo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="545" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la92ajlQOB1qcesklo1_400.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday (if I decide to get married) I'm gonna marry someone this beautiful :D&lt;br /&gt;I love him cos he's skinny, he's tall, and he's pretty. All the things I look for in a boy. I'm talking looks ok, not personality, because I have absolutely no idea what his personality is like. But yeah. Tall, skinny, pretty. My kind of boy ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And noooow, my second favourite male model!&lt;br /&gt;Simon Nessman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fleshfix.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/simon-nessman-misc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://fleshfix.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/simon-nessman-misc1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://modelsoup.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/simon-nessman-by-cliff-watts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="453" src="http://modelsoup.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/simon-nessman-by-cliff-watts.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm89/koti1/SIMON-NESSMAN-FOR-ANTONY-MORATO-UND.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm89/koti1/SIMON-NESSMAN-FOR-ANTONY-MORATO-UND.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO-QehtTMUs/SY-jDocZAFI/AAAAAAAAELg/MKlP6neeyaM/s400/simon3-macys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO-QehtTMUs/SY-jDocZAFI/AAAAAAAAELg/MKlP6neeyaM/s400/simon3-macys.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.LOVE.HIS.CURLS.&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I have never seen a single guy in Malaysia with curly hair who comes this close to looking so. so. so. I can't even find the words to say it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might prefer him to Thomas Penfound because his body is not as skinny. But for some reason I like super skinny guys who look like drug addicts -____-&lt;br /&gt;Example: Tyson Ritter.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;I'll save the girls for a different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy New Year everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - see, I don't just love clothes and shoes. I love the models too :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6481595714479601790?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6481595714479601790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6481595714479601790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6481595714479601790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6481595714479601790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-see-london-i-see-france.html' title='i see london i see france! *updated*'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oO-QehtTMUs/SY-jDocZAFI/AAAAAAAAELg/MKlP6neeyaM/s72-c/simon3-macys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3321671554122458465</id><published>2010-12-23T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:09:28.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got your number *winkwink*</title><content type='html'>Soooo on Tuesday I went to Delizze with s few friends from primary school for a "reunion" (only 8 of us ok, to quote Val, "I feel so reunited" -.-)&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, a different friend called and asked me to get the number of the restaurant for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we finished eating, I went to the counter and asked the guy, "can I have your number?" while drumming my fingers on the counter top. Then I realised how that sounded so I quickly switched to, "I don't mean your number lah, I mean the number of the, uh, shop" and he smiled at me, pointed to himself and asked, "you want my number?" &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops hahaha so embarrassing! The guy next to him was smiling also. Wargh! *hides face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3321671554122458465?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3321671554122458465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3321671554122458465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3321671554122458465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3321671554122458465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-your-number-winkwink.html' title='got your number *winkwink*'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7393530666760399862</id><published>2010-12-21T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T11:34:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realised I've heard of Far East Movement WAAAAAY before Like A G6 came out -______-&lt;br /&gt;Not really that long lah, sometime around mid-2009 lol.&lt;br /&gt;They were featured in Stereos' Get With You and I've had the song for a looong time what is this I feel so old and forgetful. Ngek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7393530666760399862?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7393530666760399862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7393530666760399862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7393530666760399862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7393530666760399862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-realised-ive-heard-of-far-east.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7448542121146152322</id><published>2010-12-21T09:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:23:50.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo Josh and Zac Farro are leaving Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks though. Cried buckets over it -.-&lt;br /&gt;This is Panic at the Disco and Fall Out Boy all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Why, why??&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7448542121146152322?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7448542121146152322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7448542121146152322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7448542121146152322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7448542121146152322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/sooo-josh-and-zac-farro-are-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-4084334830974518315</id><published>2010-12-18T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:40:54.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying out a new tv series! Secret Diary of a Call Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The series, set in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="London"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, revolves around the life of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannah_Baxter" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Hannah Baxter"&gt;Hannah Baxter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Billie Piper), a seemingly normal woman, who lives a secret life as a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_girl" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Call girl"&gt;call girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;, under the pseudonym Belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How ironic that I have two best friends, both called Bel (Belle?) for short, both guai-er than me. Nyahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-4084334830974518315?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/4084334830974518315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=4084334830974518315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4084334830974518315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/4084334830974518315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/teehee.html' title='teehee'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3207761749602595875</id><published>2010-12-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:12:59.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dolls will never be the same again</title><content type='html'>Current favourite show: Dollhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed because I finished Season 2 and there is NO Season 3 :(&lt;br /&gt;Ending so hangingggg *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The story follows Echo (Eliza Dushku), a "doll" or "Active" for the Los Angeles "Dollhouse", one of several fictional facilities run by a company which hires out human beings to wealthy clients. These "engagements" range from romantic interludes to high-risk criminal enterprises. Each Active has their original memories wiped and exists in a child-like blank state until programmed via the insertion of new memories and personalities for each mission. Actives such as Echo are ostensibly volunteers who have surrendered their minds and bodies to the organization for five-year stints, during which their original personalities are saved on hard drives, in exchange for vast amounts of money and a solution to any other problematic circumstances in their lives. Echo is unique however in that she remembers small amounts even after personality "wipes", and gradually develops an increasingly cognizant self-awareness and personality. This concept allows the series to examine the notions of identity and personhood.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Within the house, opinions on such matters are divided. Dollhouse director Adelle DeWitt (Olivia Williams) sees her role as merely giving people what they need; programmer Topher Brink (Fran Kranz) is initially entirely scientific and amoral, apart from brief flashes of moral quandary; while Echo's mentor in the house or "handler", Boyd Langton (Harry Lennix), an ex-cop with an unknown past, is generally concerned with the ethical and theological implications of the Dollhouse's technology, seeing his inside role as an opportunity to limit any collateral damage. Further complicating matters are other dolls Victor (Enver Gjokaj) and Sierra (Dichen Lachman), who despite being continually re-wiped, begin to fall in love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Meanwhile, FBI agent Paul Ballard (Tahmoh Penikett) learns of Echo's original personality, Caroline Farrell. Agent Ballard becomes obsessed over rumors of the Dollhouse and risks his career trying to prove its existence. As Echo continues to evolve and learns to work beyond the limits of each temporary personality imprint or default "tabula rasa" programming, she runs the risk of being sent to "the Attic", a permanent resting place for "broken" dolls and problematic Dollhouse employees. She is an object of fascination for the escaped doll Alpha (Alan Tudyk) – a genius and serial killer who has been driven mad by being implanted with the memories of dozens of people — who returns at the end of the first season to confront her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Epitaph One", the final episode of season one, which was not aired as part of the show's original run on US television, depicts a post-apocalyptic future where the mind-wiping technology of the Dollhouse has spread and brought about the end of civilization. Many of the series' main characters futures are shown. As the second season begins, the show's focus shifts to depict the dangers of abusing the mind-wiping technology. Each character in the L.A. Dollhouse is forced to confront their own moral complicity in an increasingly downward spiral from moral grey areas to the realization that what the Dollhouse is doing is ultimately immoral and wrong. The Dollhouse's corporate sponsor is a medical research entity known as the Rossum Corporation, whose ultimate goal is revealed to be gaining control over national governments and later even innocent people with no association with the Dollhouse. Attempting to stop the further spread of the mind-wiping technology, the L.A. Dollhouse vows to take down Rossum and its mysterious founder whom only Echo's original personality, Caroline, has met.&lt;br /&gt;The final episode of the series is set in the year 2020, leading on from "Epitaph One". Despite its best efforts, the L.A. Dollhouse has been unsuccessful in stopping the mind-wiping technology from spreading out of control. Rossum executives use multiple bodies to live in decadence while the peoples of the world are enslaved. A now insane Topher, architect of much of the technology, devises a way of ending its spread, but at great sacrifice to himself and others. The series concludes with the world's personalities restored, while the Earth still lies in ruins, and those with Active architecture locked inside the Dollhouse for at least two years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Season 3! -protests-&lt;br /&gt;I love Echo. Or Eliza Dushku omggg she's so pretty. And cool hahaha yes fangirling here.&lt;br /&gt;If only they would come back with a third season where they show what happens after the two years of being locked in the Dollhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays for miracle to happen*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3207761749602595875?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3207761749602595875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3207761749602595875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3207761749602595875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3207761749602595875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/dolls-will-never-be-same-again.html' title='dolls will never be the same again'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6933754903699378838</id><published>2010-12-15T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:40:10.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are spammers in my chatbox :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6933754903699378838?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6933754903699378838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6933754903699378838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6933754903699378838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6933754903699378838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-spammers-in-my-chatbox.html' title=''/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8236811169932528383</id><published>2010-12-08T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:17:38.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaga shmaga</title><content type='html'>ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, YES, THIS, IS NOT GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CS1nz0AI54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CS1nz0AI54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you ignorant fools don't know, THIS debuted waaaay before bloody GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;THIS was even born BEFORE GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and stop saying THIS is copying GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. GAGA should be referred to as "THIS". Or, she can be "THAT". Yes, "THAT" it is.&lt;br /&gt;Seo In Young - never copied THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can say that Seo In Young was inspired by THAT.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this is a bit like her during her Cinderella days and oh, guess what??&lt;br /&gt;Seo In Young - Cinderella? Happened loooooong before THAT ever appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of THAT can now go throw themselves off cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga is not GOD, Gaga didn't come up with the ALL the "unique" fashion stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that crap.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING about Gaga is original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just modifying trends from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Madonna was different too, so was MJ.&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;Are they copying Gaga too? -gasp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, how about Lucille Ball?&lt;br /&gt;Did SHE copy Gaga too?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, considering she died waaaay before Gaga was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did P!NK copy Gaga too?&lt;br /&gt;How about Ayumi Hamasaki, is she a Gaga-copier too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I never knew!&lt;br /&gt;And yet all these people were famous way before Gaga appeared on the scene!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they copied her. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, feeeeeel the sarcasm, feeeeeeel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaga did NOT come up with "crazy hairstyles" or "killer high platform heels", please. Don't make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Stop protesting that everyone is ripping off your precious Gaga's style will ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can some of you possibly say that&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klyricstor.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/seo-in-young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://klyricstor.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/seo-in-young.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;is not as pretty as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;THAT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/17850227/Lady+Gaga.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/17850227/Lady+Gaga.png" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Asian pride FTW! Gaga can go dai nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back Stefani Germanotta. Now THAT was good. THAT was a lot better before THAT turned into *shudders* Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how awesome Stefani is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3b5mgPmw2zw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3b5mgPmw2zw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave up her individuality for fame. And crappy pop autotuned music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, WHY? -_________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8236811169932528383?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8236811169932528383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8236811169932528383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8236811169932528383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8236811169932528383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/gaga-shmaga.html' title='gaga shmaga'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1705735155691470476</id><published>2010-12-04T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:43:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peepols!</title><content type='html'>heyyyyy i need help, please go around embedding this in all your social networks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;object width="640" height="385"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gThVS7v34s?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/0gThVS7v34s?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param&lt;/a&gt; name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gThVS7v34s?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/0gThVS7v34s?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;object width="640" height="385"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXfuyB8s4o4?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/QXfuyB8s4o4?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param&lt;/a&gt; name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src="&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXfuyB8s4o4?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/QXfuyB8s4o4?fs=1&amp;amp;amp;hl=en_US&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengkiuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1705735155691470476?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1705735155691470476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1705735155691470476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1705735155691470476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1705735155691470476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/peepols.html' title='peepols!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7935416013426133554</id><published>2010-12-04T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:49:24.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bounce bounce, babyyyy</title><content type='html'>I find it kinda sad that I only have 2 close friends who share my obsession with FBR +&amp;nbsp;Decaydance +&amp;nbsp;Kpop.&lt;br /&gt;The rest are.&amp;nbsp;Well. They like Paramore but not the other FBR or Decaydance bands.&amp;nbsp;Or,&amp;nbsp;they like FBR and Decaydance but not kpop. Or, they like kpop but aren't interested in FBR or Decaydance. Sigh :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those 2 close friends, Audrey and Elyssa, now they're more obsessed with kpop so my little FBRDecaydanceKpop world is getting smaller D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emo for a bit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reliving my Fall Out Boy/Panic at the Disco/The Academy Is/The Cab obsession!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna blab about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song I ever heard from The Academy Is... would be We've Got A Big Mess on our hands. Fell in love on the spot. Fell in love with Bill Beckett on the spot too :P (thank you Cheryl hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. yeah, he has a kid now, doesn't mean I still can't fantasize. Ohoho, Bill babeh I laaaaaaab youuuu.&lt;br /&gt;It's been four years now since I became a fan of TAI, and still going strong! :D&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be one of Santi's Little Helpers, as soon as I can confirm that I'll get my fan merch after paying the full RM95 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been four years since I fell in love with The Cab (thanks Elyssa) ehehe I LOVE ALEX MARSHALL. Yes, I practise polygamy :3&lt;br /&gt;Firt song I ever heard from them was I'll Run and omgggg Alex Marshall's hair T_T heaven. Oh and there are 3 Alex's in the band ahaha, my Alex is the pianist/keyboardist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been four years since I became a PATD fan! I ADORE RYAN ROSS :D&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's no more PATD now -sad face- I'm still a fan hehe. And&amp;nbsp;because of&amp;nbsp;RyRo, I'm a fan of The Young Veins lol. Please get back together one day BrendonRyanSpencerJon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love the Nokia 5300 even though it's a sucky phone cos Bill used in We've Got A Big Mess and Pete (Wentz) used it in i-forgot-which-fob-music-vid aaaaand it used to be my phone :P&lt;br /&gt;And since Pete is Bill's+Ryan's+Alex's boss, I like him too heehee but I like Patrick Stump betterrrr nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I need more friends who're as crazy about them as I am :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes and downloads TAI TV from iTunes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7935416013426133554?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7935416013426133554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7935416013426133554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7935416013426133554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7935416013426133554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/bounce-bounce-babyyyy.html' title='bounce bounce, babyyyy'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5598395000515498589</id><published>2010-12-02T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:52:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAI LIDIZ WAN</title><content type='html'>THIS IS WHY ONE SHOULD CHECK ONE'S EMAIL EVERYSINGLEDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdeHrVw94I/AAAAAAAAACA/_2J1u8x9zUQ/s1600/argh.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdeHrVw94I/AAAAAAAAACA/_2J1u8x9zUQ/s320/argh.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VERY ANGRY WITH MYSELF NOW LORH T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5598395000515498589?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5598395000515498589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5598395000515498589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5598395000515498589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5598395000515498589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/wai-lidiz-wan_02.html' title='WAI LIDIZ WAN'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdeHrVw94I/AAAAAAAAACA/_2J1u8x9zUQ/s72-c/argh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2982386716419482007</id><published>2010-12-02T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:17:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohaiiii</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I love The Big Bang Theory and Jim Parsons a lot more than How I Met Your Mother and Neil Patrick Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney Stinson ANNOYS me so much sometimes I can't even laugh at him -_-&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon Cooper annoys me too but at the same time, I wanna bring him home and sing Soft Kitty Warm Kitty to him :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm voting for TBBT and Jim Parsons in the People's Choice Awards :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know I haven't drawn in a very long time so my drawing sucks now :/ but I want PURPLE BOOTS, something like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdWFOJLfYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QFrjcj--_xU/s1600/xoxo_1312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdWFOJLfYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QFrjcj--_xU/s320/xoxo_1312.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2982386716419482007?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2982386716419482007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2982386716419482007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2982386716419482007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2982386716419482007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohaiiii.html' title='ohaiiii'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TPdWFOJLfYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QFrjcj--_xU/s72-c/xoxo_1312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6220851741736138397</id><published>2010-12-02T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:05:55.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll sing you something you won't forget</title><content type='html'>Talk to someone famous - check. The Click Five lololol I think I shrieked a lot during THAT conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture with someone famous - check. Though I don't think Jeremy Fowler is that famous yet but hey, New Empire opened for Relient K, so they're bound to start getting more famous someday :P&lt;br /&gt;Gone to a huge concert - check. erm the New Empire concert wasn't that huge but PARAMORE's was :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next? TOUCH someone famous &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that one's gonna go to WILLIAM BECKETT :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying to figure out how to use iTunes so I can rewatch all the seasons of TAI TV but ohmagosh, Y ISIT SO HARD T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6220851741736138397?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6220851741736138397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6220851741736138397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6220851741736138397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6220851741736138397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-sing-you-something-you-wont-forget.html' title='i&apos;ll sing you something you won&apos;t forget'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2080661737720533907</id><published>2010-11-24T07:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:47:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you!</title><content type='html'>He Is We's album is out babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'mma go listen to Rachel's awesome voice :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2080661737720533907?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2080661737720533907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2080661737720533907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2080661737720533907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2080661737720533907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-you.html' title='hey you!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5052292814310728977</id><published>2010-11-19T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:18:59.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody save meeeeh</title><content type='html'>I swear I CANNOT read/watch shows about animals. ESPECIALLY DOGS. CONFIRM WILL CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, I was reading &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2010/11/tokyo.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Xiaxue's post about Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and there's one part that goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #976cb1; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Say hi to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #976cb1; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #976cb1; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hachiko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #976cb1; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;! If you watched the Richard Gere film of the same name (I did and I cried like MAD), you'd know Hachiko, a shiba inu doggie, is famous because it came to the same spot everyday to wait for its owner to come back from work. This would not have been amazing if not for the fact that after its owner died, Hachiko still went to the station everyday at precisely the same time... for NINE FREAKING YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just that. And suddenly I started tearing up wth -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reading this book called The Nature of Jade, and there are random quotes from the book The Fundamentals of Animal Behaviour and a few of the quotes made me tear up also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shows! I can't watch sad animal shows, will cry like it's the end of the world okay. Even watching a comedy like Underdog, I'll laugh but at the same time, during the sad scenes there are actually tears in my eyes . . . I dunno what to say about myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch movies where people die, I feel nothing. I watch movies where dogs get injured (but recover in the end) I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that in real life too. I'm forever telling my dad to slow down on neighbourhood/housing area roads because "you hit a person nevermind, they have medical insurance. But if you hit a dog, it DOESN'T have medical insurance!" serious shit. my mom scolds me for saying that cos a person's life is more important lol I SORREH but I really DO feel scared for animals. I don't care how fast people drive on roads that animals don't frequent but DRIVE CAREFULLY WHERE THERE ARE ANIMALS LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kuching okay. Even on the main roads, there are dogs. Not like KL, most dogs there are, well. Hidden. I think I only saw a stray dog there ONCE in my whole life. It was when I was still living at Wangsa Maju. And my neighbours chased it off by throwing stones at it and I got so angry, I cried. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see dogs that got hit and left on the road to die I cry even more. I don't let people see of course, but I cry. Heh. I'm the kind of person who sees a stray dog near shoplots and goes into a bakery to buy it food -.- one time when I did that, when I came back out, the dog already went away. I DID tell it to stay though :(((( so I gave it to my own dogs ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people chase dogs away from kopitiams, I WILL GLARE AT THEM AND IN MY HEAD I AM PUSHING THEM IN FRONT OF A CAR the dog didnt even junp at you or growl at you, leave it alone! I don't care hygienic or not, all I care is that they get to EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I wanted to start a dog farm lol. NOT a dog breeding farm okay, a dog farm that rescues stray/abandoned dogs and give them a proper place to live and proper food. I still do :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5052292814310728977?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5052292814310728977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5052292814310728977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5052292814310728977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5052292814310728977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/somebody-save-meeeeh.html' title='somebody save meeeeh'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1508405180804453370</id><published>2010-11-19T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:19:13.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't make my own decisions.</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOREVER YAAAAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDy2wCQYSrU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDy2wCQYSrU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;Hayley in pink :D wonder what next. Purple?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I looooove how at the table scene, Taylor is the only one who falls off his chair after being drugged TROLOLOL so the drama :3 &lt;br /&gt;And at 3:12! Their faces! ESPECIALLY JEREMY'S FACE! Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been waiting for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ur7mtOA1ST4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ur7mtOA1ST4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boi is in there, you see that nerd with the moves? Wheeee I'm happy now that I've FINALLY downloaded the vids instead of just streaming them on my phone nyehehehehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1508405180804453370?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1508405180804453370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1508405180804453370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1508405180804453370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1508405180804453370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-make-my-own-decisions.html' title='can&apos;t make my own decisions.'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2560702547431434438</id><published>2010-11-15T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:19:22.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fnkshgfoisgop</title><content type='html'>GIKWANG LOOKS SO ADORABLY DORKY &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so ... ADORKABLE  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FojDiBnYEmU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FojDiBnYEmU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait wheee~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-2560702547431434438?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2560702547431434438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2560702547431434438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2560702547431434438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2560702547431434438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/fnkshgfoisgop.html' title='fnkshgfoisgop'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-804294432229591663</id><published>2010-11-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:13:40.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, me, and josh franseschi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OMG THS. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;In this week's Kerrang! magazine (out Wednesday, April 7), we put&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;questions to Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Sophie from Brentwood's question made us LOL so much, we just&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to share it with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snog Marry Or Kill: Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz, You Me At Six's Josh Franceschi and My Chemical Romance's Gerard Way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;"Oh God! She didn't even think to put Chad [Gilbert, New Found Glory guitarist and Hayley's boyfriend] in that list! Oh shit...this is so sad. Alright, Gerard is married, so out of respect for Lyn-Z, I'll kill Gerard. And I'll kiss Pete so I don't have to live with him! And then I'll marry Josh because he said 'Dong-breath' on Radio 1 for me! He said 'Gimme a word to say on Radio 1' and I said 'Dong-breath' and he did it. That's love! Ha ha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;For the full interview, be sure to pick up a copy of this week's Kerrang! magazine on Wednesday, and come back tomorrow for a Video Podcast with Hayley and her 'future husband', Josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So now Hayley's married to Josh Franceschi? Aww, sorry Chad :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-804294432229591663?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/804294432229591663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=804294432229591663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/804294432229591663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/804294432229591663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-me-and-josh-franseschi.html' title='you, me, and josh franseschi?'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5075933552902664235</id><published>2010-11-03T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:14:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE LIVE IN KUALA LUMPUR - WOOHOO!</title><content type='html'>Sooo on the 19th of October 2010, Paramore performed in KL at Bukit Jalil's Stadium and it was awesomeeeee! ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the annoying girl next to me who didn't know ANY songs from AWKIF and Riot - even though she had "RIOT" written on her arm. The only song she sang to was The Only Exception and the only line she knew was "you are the only exception" *angry face* AND SHE KEPT HITTING MY HEAD WHILE STANDING ON THE CHAIR BEHIND ME AND "ROCKING OUT" tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that guy who got called onstage to sing Misery Business and screwed it up. He sang the wrong part *facepalm* he was supposed to start from the bridge but he went straight to the chorus oh dear :/ I will not shut up about this, I will never shut up about this until I get to meet Paramore up close heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to post pics so I'll just link my FB album&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=248470&amp;amp;id=829454230&amp;amp;l=8de8cbfee1"&gt;HEREEEE :)))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the vids I took, in order of performance. But I didn't manage to take all, the camera I was using was crazy, somtimes it overheated and I had to switch it off and wait for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuBv5LZ0CJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kuBv5LZ0CJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL6eZRh6Yk0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2FtCGt4WKI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2FtCGt4WKI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paramore comes back, I shall definitely GO. And I shall blow my money on tix for the mosh pit because I definitely do not want to lose the chance to be called onstage. The way Hayley interacts with the crowd is awesome, it's so natural. I even heard someone saying that Paramore's concert was better than the Incubus concert. And that came from someone who doesn't really know much about Paramore. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next Paramore concert! In fact, it would be awesomer if Warped Tour came to Malaysia. Because then, VE would be here too. Two of my fave bands, two of my fave female fronters, two of my fave guitarists. And of course Taylor. Ok fine, 3 of my fave guitarists :PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarbor. Attack Attack. Automatic Loveletter. The Cab. Mayday Parade. NeverShoutNever! The Pretty Reckless. Set Your Goals. The Summer Set. I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody’s Business. We Are The In Crowd. We The Kings. You Me At Six. AAR. Deas Vail. The Downtown Fiction. Motion City Soundtrack. New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of my favourite bands/singers in one Tour. Not to mention the other three quarters who I didn't list down because I don't know them but they'll prolly be awesome too. Oh and VE as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaa I want a Warped Tour here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this was supposed to be about Paramore lol k 'nuf about Warped :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the awesome, albeit noisy, vids :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5075933552902664235?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5075933552902664235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5075933552902664235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5075933552902664235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-62416345790768881</id><published>2010-11-02T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:19:31.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>에에에</title><content type='html'>This is currently my favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07DkUyMUXek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07DkUyMUXek?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBIRIBBOM BBERIBBOM &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-62416345790768881?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/62416345790768881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=62416345790768881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/62416345790768881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/62416345790768881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='에에에'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7224330489605784415</id><published>2010-11-02T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:24:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like that. do i? wait i'm not sure</title><content type='html'>ish this song is stuck in my head and it'a all Jordan's fault! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8eDyCRa0mY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x8eDyCRa0mY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it so it'll get stuck in your head too then I won't be alone kthxbye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this song ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUiMaz4BNKw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUiMaz4BNKw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly lazy to update about Paramore :/&lt;br /&gt;Wait lah~~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7224330489605784415?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7224330489605784415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7224330489605784415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7224330489605784415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7224330489605784415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-that-do-i-wait-im-not-sure.html' title='i like that. do i? wait i&apos;m not sure'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3765586314421842705</id><published>2010-10-24T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:49:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey peeps!</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK IN KUCHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAMORE PICS/VIDS WILL BE UPLOADED WHEN I HAVE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR WHEN I'M NOT SICK ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K SEEYA SOON ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3765586314421842705?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3765586314421842705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3765586314421842705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3765586314421842705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3765586314421842705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-peeps.html' title='hey peeps!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3429747563333716297</id><published>2010-10-07T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:22:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neomu neomu yeppeo</title><content type='html'>OMG SO CUTE! &lt;3&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdaqoCCVcRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdaqoCCVcRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Taeyeon's part haha and I sit just like Yoona. Hunched -.- bad sitting posture ah Yoona, must show good example :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LIKE LEDAPPLE'S DASH WOOOOOH THE BLONDE GUY IS CUTE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZqbI_3OGAg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZqbI_3OGAg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is his name I-OH -.-&lt;br /&gt;I like the guitarist too! Youngjoon *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;But the blonde is srsly pretty laaaah *drools* &lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me like that. You should know by now, I have a thing for pretty boys &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAH KEY IS SO CRAZY :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo_AyHzqCIY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yo_AyHzqCIY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always Key lol awesome crazy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYJXhEkzbF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYJXhEkzbF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay the mv for the Japanese version of Gee is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/etvHwLbK0h8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/etvHwLbK0h8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minho babeh come to meeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to KL babeh!&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3429747563333716297?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3429747563333716297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3429747563333716297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3429747563333716297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3429747563333716297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/neomu-neomu-yeppeo.html' title='neomu neomu yeppeo'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-5044481734588234118</id><published>2010-10-05T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:22:08.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i to disagree?</title><content type='html'>I heard an awesome song on Light.FM just now whooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJE_Sc1Wags?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJE_Sc1Wags?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the song is stucks in ma head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and!&lt;br /&gt;The mv for SHINee's Hello! &amp;lt;3 minhoteaminonewjonghyunkeyilooooveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skZxb5sBoiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skZxb5sBoiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LOOKS WHAT I DIDS TO MA HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKqDbLjv0PI/AAAAAAAAABc/iCFGmMY801Y/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKqDbLjv0PI/AAAAAAAAABc/iCFGmMY801Y/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;YES &amp;nbsp;I CURLED IT WOOHOOHOO! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ignore the reavealing shirt pls kthxbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I likes it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sakai over my own hair -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm even addicted to the smell of the curl retention lotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;CURLS, AT LONG LAST NO MORE BORING STRAIGHT HAIR, I'M A HAPPY PUMPKIN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aku rasa korean :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I know I just changed my template but I got annoyed with it cutting the sides of my vids off so I changed it again. At least this one doesnt cut off so terukly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-5044481734588234118?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5044481734588234118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=5044481734588234118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5044481734588234118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/5044481734588234118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-am-i-to-disagree_05.html' title='who am i to disagree?'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKqDbLjv0PI/AAAAAAAAABc/iCFGmMY801Y/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-6287142271716092764</id><published>2010-10-02T16:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:22:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once A Parawhore, You're Nothing More</title><content type='html'>No, you don't love Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love Hayley Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/2555323601_092306b237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/2555323601_092306b237.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference, you see.&lt;br /&gt;If you love Paramore, you'd also love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessecolton.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/josh.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://jessecolton.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/josh.png" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/1182533426_rDesktop03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/1182533426_rDesktop03.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/jeremyfb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://supergreenproductions.webs.com/jeremyfb4.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/1F3fu3kdwns/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/1F3fu3kdwns/0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the whole shebang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you care about though, is Hayley Williams.&lt;br /&gt;I love her, I do.&lt;br /&gt;But without those guys, there would be no Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stop whoring after Hayley Williams alone.&lt;br /&gt;Be a Parawhore. Go show some love to those sexy bois &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/2008+MTV+Video+Music+Awards+Arrivals+vo1DiyDjIDUl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/2008+MTV+Video+Music+Awards+Arrivals+vo1DiyDjIDUl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-6287142271716092764?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6287142271716092764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=6287142271716092764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6287142271716092764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/6287142271716092764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-parawhore-youre-nothing-more.html' title='Once A Parawhore, You&apos;re Nothing More'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-2479721499106780505</id><published>2010-10-01T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:10:43.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungha Jung bb :3</title><content type='html'>You so awesome kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xRARmrorGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xRARmrorGU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&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/564204825434791704-2479721499106780505?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/2479721499106780505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=2479721499106780505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2479721499106780505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/2479721499106780505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/sungha-jung-bb-3.html' title='Sungha Jung bb :3'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7244223939792592846</id><published>2010-10-01T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T16:52:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my (self-claimed) korean heritage XD</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a kpop post! Go away if you're not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstfirstfirst, SNSD's Japanese Gee mv teaser!&lt;br /&gt;Why does it look cuter than the Korean one? Or is it just me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilpmhHqTo8E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilpmhHqTo8E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also!&lt;br /&gt;This song is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then Then Then by Supreme Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2QMU8NyOzE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2QMU8NyOzE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Co-Ed's Too Late mv isn't half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTvJaiQqog8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTvJaiQqog8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SONGS FROM SHINEE'S HELLO! *fangirl shriek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMW6POCCoIc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMW6POCCoIc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvH_VhPpwTs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvH_VhPpwTs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;하나 One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR6gwqiR6sQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR6gwqiR6sQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Hello best! Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and! This song is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;And they have awesome voices.&lt;br /&gt;Beige and Wookie's Falling in love with a friend &amp;lt;3  &lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CBNzTZ6lE4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9CBNzTZ6lE4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wookie's hotness melts meee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mv that I've been going crazy for.&lt;br /&gt;BEAST's Soom! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTbC1UsBtek&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTbC1UsBtek&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omaigad i think i just died, went to heaven and then came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;GIKWANG WHY ARE YOU SO BLOODY SEXY I WANT TO POUR ICE CREAM ON YOU AND THEN LICK IT OFF SLOWLY OMNOMNOM.&lt;br /&gt;That lucky girl gets to touch his hand at the end ROAR! *green-eyed monster* HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Led Apple's remake of Baek Ji Young's DASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbVlT-uLF_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbVlT-uLF_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating the full mv! So hurry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an english song but the singer is Korean-American so it counts as kpop! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Chung - Offbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1vics33eLc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d1vics33eLc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se7en's I'm Going Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5nEUWiCXPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5nEUWiCXPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice buuuut I really hope that goldfish isn't a real one. Imagine how terrified it must be when the glass bowl shattered and it fell out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA's moves in Copy and Paste is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Watching her makes me wish I could dance too -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhBwPj7NpBk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhBwPj7NpBk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my current kpop boy band obsession!&lt;br /&gt;Gikwang! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBv0I8vGiaU/TIg3OMTHV8I/AAAAAAAAC5o/SYTse8qee2c/s1600/Gi-kwang-boy-band.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBv0I8vGiaU/TIg3OMTHV8I/AAAAAAAAC5o/SYTse8qee2c/s320/Gi-kwang-boy-band.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0xkfvhrZV1qa8oevo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0xkfvhrZV1qa8oevo1_400.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pollsb.com/photos/o/371040-gi_kwang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.pollsb.com/photos/o/371040-gi_kwang.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kpoplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Beast-Gikwang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://www.kpoplive.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Beast-Gikwang.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh love, why you so delicious?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ㅠ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ㅠ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;( °٢° )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a Skydragon shipper so here's a vid of GD and CL! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfrVEHpl4Wo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfrVEHpl4Wo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omo, so cuteee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this post since 3 hours ago and it's still not done because I keep getting distracted by funny vids of SuJu bois -_-&lt;br /&gt;I shall let you get distracted too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunhyuk falling and Kangin laughing nonstop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9yTt3lP1gw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9yTt3lP1gw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teukie falling ALSO. The second fall made me almost fall off my own chair XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/caSh6LMqGWM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/caSh6LMqGWM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyukjae oppaaaaaaa! &lt;3I nearly died of laughter during the smelly feet/smelly armpit part.&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/maJYp2Oq2fw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/maJYp2Oq2fw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is really old but I still love it anyway, i watch it over and over and over again :D&lt;br /&gt;SuJu learning English ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/af_YGrtyepQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/af_YGrtyepQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH I SO LAZY ISABEL GO FIND YOUR OWN VIDEOS :PPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go watch more funny stuff nao heehee byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7244223939792592846?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7244223939792592846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7244223939792592846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7244223939792592846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7244223939792592846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-self-claimed-korean-heritage-xd.html' title='my (self-claimed) korean heritage XD'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBv0I8vGiaU/TIg3OMTHV8I/AAAAAAAAC5o/SYTse8qee2c/s72-c/Gi-kwang-boy-band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8642802619037778844</id><published>2010-10-01T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:46:56.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are definitely NOT the only exception</title><content type='html'>I don't like THIS. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmCMAqRlWZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmCMAqRlWZY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeee -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got lectured today for "excessive spending" whoopdeedoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think my eyes are infected. So I'm not wearing lenses for...3 weeks? Supposed to be one month but I refuse to wear specs to the Paramore concert lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I'm typing this while listening to the song above and it's irritating the heck out of me -_-&lt;br /&gt;*clicks the x in the youtube tab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want a BB btw. And I want pasta too. Pastaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecookmobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/car5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://thecookmobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/car5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you ppl hear nice song! Ignore the Glee one!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Li9B_bMJXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Li9B_bMJXU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8642802619037778844?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8642802619037778844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8642802619037778844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8642802619037778844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8642802619037778844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-definitely-not-only-exception.html' title='you are definitely NOT the only exception'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-79868961688366211</id><published>2010-09-28T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:04:50.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey bb</title><content type='html'>I want a BB.&lt;br /&gt;The cheapest one right now is the BB Curve 8520.&lt;br /&gt;It's priced between RM925-955.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand maybe around 500-600 plus?&lt;br /&gt;I need a job :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mhayhurstjr.com/system/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Black.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mhayhurstjr.com/system/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Black.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It comes in PURPLE too! *shrieks happily*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mhayhurstjr.com/system/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Purple.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mhayhurstjr.com/system/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Purple.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I already found a theme that i want for it hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blackberryrocks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/rocker-chic-blackberry-theme.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://static.blackberryrocks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/rocker-chic-blackberry-theme.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So CUTE the icons &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If i DO get one though, i may switch to Celcom :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which i don't want to do but the Maxis bb plan sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't checked out the DiGi plan yet. I go check now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please donate to the Buy-Hannah-A-BB Charity Fund, thanks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-79868961688366211?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/79868961688366211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=79868961688366211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/79868961688366211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/79868961688366211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-bb.html' title='hey bb'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-257575683660341929</id><published>2010-09-28T11:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:25:32.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASTERMIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMi5T57I/AAAAAAAAABI/aKRlBr1i2hg/s1600/Taylor_Momsen%2BMar_13_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521809182867842994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMi5T57I/AAAAAAAAABI/aKRlBr1i2hg/s320/Taylor_Momsen%2BMar_13_2009.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&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;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;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;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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna do that to my hair! Yes, curl :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I currently still have her this hair lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm lazy to wait for it to grow :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMMKhldI/AAAAAAAAABA/UCp1J9uMxks/s1600/0316091735mtaylormomsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521809176766027218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMMKhldI/AAAAAAAAABA/UCp1J9uMxks/s320/0316091735mtaylormomsen.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 249px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fave female celeb is younger than me -_- oh no wait there's Hayley! Who I'm gonna see live btw :PPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her Misery Business/Riot era hair :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMKdDxuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dpEJWXT2veI/s1600/hayley+williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521809176306894562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMKdDxuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dpEJWXT2veI/s320/hayley+williams.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And BEAST's new album is out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoLoR21vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aUrkF9iDnDE/s1600/beastd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521809167133103858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoLoR21vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aUrkF9iDnDE/s320/beastd.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 148px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that boy behind the 'S'? Yeah that's ma babeh &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GiKwang ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to download WORMS ARMAGEDDON BUT I CAN'T FIND A LINK THAT WORKS :( and no, i dont wanna go buy it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today someone gave me shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a whole bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than 10 heels ok. But out of them all, I only liked one. Lol. Plus the rest were too big for me anyway. Which is odd because they're all sized around 7-9. I should be able to fit into 7 and 8. But they're still too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the one I picked isn't that high but it was the highest amongst the lot :/ about 3 inches maybe 3.5. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND THEY'RE NINE WEST HEELS BTW ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why I decided to keep 'em heeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're really old looking thought but wtv lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song niceeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aL5AIIDr6Gw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aL5AIIDr6Gw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the return of SHINee! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't like Lucifer. At all. The name (WHY Lucifer of all names? -_-) the dance, the lyrics, the tune. But i read that they're going back to their old style for the comeback, AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooooooh 18 more days to KL bb!&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/564204825434791704-257575683660341929?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/257575683660341929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=257575683660341929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/257575683660341929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/257575683660341929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/mastermind.html' title='MASTERMIND'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TKFoMi5T57I/AAAAAAAAABI/aKRlBr1i2hg/s72-c/Taylor_Momsen%2BMar_13_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3896829595486749965</id><published>2010-09-28T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:08:06.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAR!</title><content type='html'>THIS FLU IS DRIVING ME CRAZY, I JUST WANT TO TAKE MY NOSE OFF AND THROW IT AWAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3896829595486749965?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3896829595486749965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3896829595486749965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3896829595486749965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3896829595486749965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/roar.html' title='ROAR!'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-1241001506169074715</id><published>2010-09-24T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:28:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASIH? Maseeeeeeeeh...</title><content type='html'>Saw Silas posting this on fb!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Trejy_sRlBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Trejy_sRlBA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOMG HOW OLD IS THIS AH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the lyrics whooh I feel so pro. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. When Silas used to be, well, not fat. :PPPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that ABC shop! So long haven't gone there yarabi now I wanna eat ABC what is this laaaah -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, if you see the posts being well, posted, by 2 diff ppl, rest assured, both are me. I just changed my email and stuff ehhh i lazy explain lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New gmail: hannahbahh@gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-1241001506169074715?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1241001506169074715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=1241001506169074715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1241001506169074715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/1241001506169074715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/masih-maseeeeeeeeh.html' title='MASIH? Maseeeeeeeeh...'/><author><name>hannah banana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12862614837052935144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SG9d7qe0Jjk/TJxWJ0oFTjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EqfiFMstC7w/S220/IMG_0875-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7234048475894998616</id><published>2010-09-24T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:00:32.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"hit me, hit me!" -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sooo. One of my friends said she saw this guy (an agent for maids - smtg like that) hitting this girl (prolly one of the maids he's an agent for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And she was wondering what to do about it. And then there were ppl telling her to leave it alone, don't "kepo", keep it to hersefl, yadayadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How can you possibly say 'don't mind other ppl's business' if you see a girl being beaten up by a guy? -.- stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You're just indirectly making yourself an accomplice of the man. It's your duty to report it, you pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;'dont mind other ppl's business' oh so if you're being beaten up in broad daylight surrounded by loads of passersby, you wont need their help lah right? After all, your policy is 'don't mind other ppl's business' -.- that's ridiculous and in this case - inhumane. BODO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And dont say 'i dont want to put myself in danger' bullshit lah. You dont have to help by attacking the guy what, you can report him. You can even report it anonymously if you're so scared, that's still helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But keeping mum? Yeah that's COWARDLY and SPINELESS and it makes you less of a person and more of a PUPPET. You dont even have to report to the police (partly because i doubt they'd really care anyway) you can just tell a responsible adult who you can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Omg annoying lah you 'keep it to yourself'? RIGHT. See lah, when you get beaten up. I'm sure you reeeeally don't want other ppl to help right? I mean, they'd just be 'kepo'. Better to let you get beaten up in peace. Hip hip hooray *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and i thought &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was the most self-centered person i knew. I stand corrected. You two are. And whoever else agrees with keeping quiet when they see someone getting beaten up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;WHO CARES WHAT CAUSED THE BEATING, DO YOU SRSLY THINK THE GIRL SAID 'PLS BEAT ME?' NO ONE ASKS TO BE BEATEN UP YOU IDJIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm not saying that you should prepare yourself in full battle regalia and march out and hit the guy on his head using a pot or smtg, NO. I'm saying call social services, call welfare, call the hospital if you can't think of anything else. MAKE AN ANONYMOUS CALL. HELP SAVE A LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My dad and a few other church members have been involved in human trafficking. WAIT, before you call the cops. They've helped in rescuing those girls, getting asylum for them, getting passports and tickets, helping them get back to their own country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My dad doesnt know them. He's never met them before in his life up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So why should he help? He doesnt owe them anything and it's not like they're rich enough to reward him. He can easily say "not my business, don't involve me"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;SO WHY DOES HE HELP? BECAUSE IT'S THE HUMANE THING TO DO. DON'T NEED TO TALK ABOUT RIGHT OR WRONG, TALK ABOUT HUMANITY, PITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;SOME OF THESE GIRLS ARE BROUGHT HERE BECAUSE THEY WERE TOLD THEY'D BE GIVEN GOOD JOBS, AND THEY COME FROM REALLY POOR FAMILIES, DONT NEED TO SAY "I'M ALSO POOR WHAT" THEY'RE POORER THAN YOU TIMES TEN OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;OF COURSE THEY WANT THE CHANCE TO MAKE SOME MONEY, HELP THEIR FAMILY, THEN THEY GET TRICKED BY ASSHOLES, AND YOU STILL DON'T WANNA HELP AND YET YOU STILL FEEL SELF-RIGHTEOUS WAHLAO I HOPE PEOPLE LIKE YOU FALL INTO DRAINS EVERYDAY LOR -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I'D SAY 'GO STRAIGHT TO HELL' BUT THEN I'M NICE, FALL IN THE DRAIN EVERYDAY GOOD ENOUGH WHOOH I'M PISSEDDDD.&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/564204825434791704-7234048475894998616?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7234048475894998616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7234048475894998616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7234048475894998616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7234048475894998616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/hit-me-hit-me.html' title='&quot;hit me, hit me!&quot; -_-'/><author><name>Hannah J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107157759446571127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/SoVbABh6YQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YZ69FxL1XpY/S220/IMG_0775-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-3951886053129587459</id><published>2010-09-23T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:29:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about math</title><content type='html'>In a desperate attempt to cure my flu (which has been plaguing me for 5 weeks now), i opted to leave my curtains open and let the fresh air come in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this resulted in was my inability to fall asleep because i need pitch black darkness to fall asleep and i seem to have lost my sleep mask ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note.&lt;br /&gt;My life is pretty much a fairytale. Young father, invalid mother (sort of. She's handicapped - that counts!), a not well off family. Oh and instead of a fairy godmother, i have a partly crazy grandmother. So where's my prince charming? Or do i need to choke on a apple first? ...sleep for a thousand years? Spin straw into gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like my prince to come bearing shoes as a gift btw ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-3951886053129587459?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3951886053129587459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=3951886053129587459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3951886053129587459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/3951886053129587459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-talk-about-math.html' title='let&apos;s talk about math'/><author><name>Hannah J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107157759446571127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/SoVbABh6YQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YZ69FxL1XpY/S220/IMG_0775-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-7329997565847568462</id><published>2010-09-18T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:33:39.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're wondering if i want you to, i want you to</title><content type='html'>I have flu. Almost 5 weeks already. Don't tell me I'll be going to KL STILL with flu I tampar my nose &amp;gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis' Don't Look Back In Anger is currently stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall make it stick in yours too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTBDnF7yLD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTBDnF7yLD0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SALLY CAN WAIT SHE KNOWS IT'S TOO LATE AS WE'RE WALKING ON BY HER SOUL SLIDES AWAY BUT DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER I HEARD YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE IT'S STUCK IN MA HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lovelovelove this vid lolololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDIzMGh94vo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDIzMGh94vo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-7329997565847568462?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7329997565847568462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=7329997565847568462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7329997565847568462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/7329997565847568462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-wondering-if-i-want-you-to-i.html' title='if you&apos;re wondering if i want you to, i want you to'/><author><name>Hannah J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107157759446571127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/SoVbABh6YQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YZ69FxL1XpY/S220/IMG_0775-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-564204825434791704.post-8698115915875378135</id><published>2010-09-16T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:24:04.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/TJHUAPbYzMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vBfUN6VJWVY/s1600/all+we+know.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/TJHUAPbYzMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vBfUN6VJWVY/s400/all+we+know.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you tell how excited I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;:DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/564204825434791704-8698115915875378135?l=hannahbahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8698115915875378135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=564204825434791704&amp;postID=8698115915875378135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8698115915875378135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/564204825434791704/posts/default/8698115915875378135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahbahh.blogspot.com/2010/09/heehee.html' title='heehee'/><author><name>Hannah J.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107157759446571127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/SoVbABh6YQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/YZ69FxL1XpY/S220/IMG_0775-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NVMH6uRwZvg/TJHUAPbYzMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vBfUN6VJWVY/s72-c/all+we+know.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
