<?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-3803428257694413625</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:48:28.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spreading my papaya seeds</title><subtitle type='html'>Body of an 18 year old. Mind of an 8 year old. Words of a 4 year old.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-767466414502085591</id><published>2008-06-08T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:24:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol prices are up up and up</title><content type='html'>Holy shitters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol prices are up again. Petrol prices soar and will affect prices for every other shit on the shelves of supermarkets and also the goods in shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we going to live if petrol prices keep soaring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably just live on rain water and piss in my car petrol tank to get it moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-767466414502085591?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/767466414502085591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=767466414502085591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/767466414502085591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/767466414502085591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-prices-are-up-up-and-up.html' title='Petrol prices are up up and up'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-9106056333210329876</id><published>2008-03-15T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:00:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret location</title><content type='html'>I am at this secret location that i cannot reveal. This one and only other place that i would blog other than in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm being held "captive" without my consent. But, i get to blog. I get to eat. I get to shit. I get to piss. I get to listen to her autographed Colbie Cailat cd (she so haulian, tsk tsk), and i get to... erm, basically do whatever the bananas i want lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i took a picture of myself, and erm, i looked like a malay dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, later im gonna get a Juno dvd. Hope it is nice. Since it won awards and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ulcers. Lemme see, two on my gums, two on my lips. And more more coming soon on my tongue. Oh the horror. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC is fat. kekeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-9106056333210329876?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/9106056333210329876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=9106056333210329876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/9106056333210329876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/9106056333210329876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-location.html' title='Secret location'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7697234060097436396</id><published>2008-03-08T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:31:28.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Paint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R9NLmpP10XI/AAAAAAAAANY/3OwK_6lPpnA/s1600-h/I+is+pinjam+ahlong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175563524058239346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R9NLmpP10XI/AAAAAAAAANY/3OwK_6lPpnA/s320/I+is+pinjam+ahlong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-7697234060097436396?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7697234060097436396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7697234060097436396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7697234060097436396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7697234060097436396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2008/03/red-paint.html' title='Red Paint?'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R9NLmpP10XI/AAAAAAAAANY/3OwK_6lPpnA/s72-c/I+is+pinjam+ahlong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-25410147860224639</id><published>2008-02-23T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:29:27.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thick eyebrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R8AAlD141YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GE0WGt9YnFQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170133008907818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R8AAlD141YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GE0WGt9YnFQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hero. Shin Chan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-25410147860224639?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/25410147860224639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=25410147860224639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/25410147860224639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/25410147860224639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2008/02/thick-eyebrows.html' title='Thick eyebrows'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R8AAlD141YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GE0WGt9YnFQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7535385871790349130</id><published>2008-02-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:31:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Une lettre pour mon amour</title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging for ages. Reasons that will not hurt anybody's feelings. You know what i mean. Don't you? =P I don't blog much now purely because I'm such a piece of unhealty bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the fuss with eveything on the news nowadays. Its plainly one big bunch of bull crap. Empty promises due to the upcoming event that comes every few years. (how many i dont know. 3? 4?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that much energy into making up bullcrap, lies, threats and empty promises, we can use those energy into powering a small town. Preferably a small town with a mamak. For them asses to generate power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should stop using plastic bags. Save water. Save electricity. Our world is gonna become a bloody bag of turd in maybe 10 to 20 years time. So please. Save our forest too while you are at it. Save paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, don't go off running without washing your asses after taking a dump just because i said save water and save paper. Use moderately okay? Maybe a square and half a liter or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming. V Day is coming. Lets brace ourselves shall we? V Day would not be a problem. I got a feeling that CNY will be a little problematic. Fake smiles and all that yonk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~----~&lt;br /&gt;Ma femme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je manque ma femme. Elle est au johor. Tres loin d'ou je suis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am promised many kussli when she comes back. I was, right? Right? heh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R6icItoIg5I/AAAAAAAAANI/VITHEvOopf8/s1600-h/Bild~+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163548646281085842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R6icItoIg5I/AAAAAAAAANI/VITHEvOopf8/s320/Bild~+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's giggling all the time. The way I like her to be. Like how i like my meat pink. You're my staple, my oxygen and my shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ton shatzli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-7535385871790349130?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7535385871790349130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7535385871790349130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7535385871790349130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7535385871790349130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2008/02/une-lettre-pour-mon-amour.html' title='Une lettre pour mon amour'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R6icItoIg5I/AAAAAAAAANI/VITHEvOopf8/s72-c/Bild~+(21).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-4129217063270440617</id><published>2007-12-06T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:20:26.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewy boogers</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in to my 6th day of my semester break. And it isn't such a happy one. Holidays are boring. I'd rather go to college. Yes, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just sold his old Civic and his new Civic will only come at the end of January next year. He must really like Civics. wtf. Only means one thing, i will be more or less handicapped without a car now. Stranded at home with no means of transportation as he takes my car to work. Yes, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, Melissa is out of town. With no internet. Yes, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this hype about Christmas ladida, I have nothing to look forward to during Christmas. Same old same old. Boring boring. Season to be jolly konon. Yes, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Springfield. But we did not see my hero. My Homer Simpson. Yes, sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R1jl1iKvVPI/AAAAAAAAANA/QxKKSt1RK9A/s1600-h/image60-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R1jl1iKvVPI/AAAAAAAAANA/QxKKSt1RK9A/s320/image60-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111682511099122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R1jlwCKvVOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EHDgPuWHxkI/s1600-h/image59-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R1jlwCKvVOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EHDgPuWHxkI/s320/image59-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141111588021818594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-4129217063270440617?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/4129217063270440617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=4129217063270440617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4129217063270440617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4129217063270440617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/12/chewy-boogers.html' title='Chewy boogers'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R1jl1iKvVPI/AAAAAAAAANA/QxKKSt1RK9A/s72-c/image60-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-4762467415697356094</id><published>2007-11-29T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:03:18.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a flower be seen as a thorn?</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to feel like everything is going wrong, when everything is going right? Maybe it's just some insecurities creeping in. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to feel so left out, when you are always included? Maybe it's just your mind playing tricks on you. Could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to feel like there is no more hope, when there is plenty of it to go around? Maybe it's just a temporary feeling. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to feel so unimportant, when there are people who put big importance on you? Maybe it's just how it is. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does happen. It does. Words cannot explain those feelings. But how can a person surrounded by so many people still can manage to feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R07wq5_g9jI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YiP5KM7SZzE/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R07wq5_g9jI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YiP5KM7SZzE/s320/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308844788708914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the problem lie on the individual? Or does he/she blame it on everything else and live in denial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does living in denial eat you up inside? Or does it not? Having everyone to talk to, but no one to confide in. Is that not the worst thing ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does having material wealth make you a happy person? Some may say that u cant buy happiness and blah blah blah. That money is not important blah blah blah. But, without money, nothing seems to work. It is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look deep down, to seek what u seek. To find what u want to find. It might just be there. Take it. Don't live in denial. Cause it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-4762467415697356094?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/4762467415697356094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=4762467415697356094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4762467415697356094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4762467415697356094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/11/chewy-boogers-makes-good-meal.html' title='Can a flower be seen as a thorn?'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R07wq5_g9jI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YiP5KM7SZzE/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6208132523767502321</id><published>2007-11-26T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:58:29.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one plus one equals 3</title><content type='html'>I just realized that we can grab a music cd, pop it into the cd thingy of the computer and transfer all the songs in to the computer. Its called cd ripping i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am damn lame, because apparently, everyone knows that. Paiseh. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm busy ripping songs. I am reepiingg! Childish, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Will.I.Am's new album called Songs About Girls is not bad. Worth buying i tell you. The song heartbreaker is nice. Go youtube, type "american music videos will.i.am heartbreaker". See his dance moves. Superrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0qmvp_g9iI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PO1Ea8Qf9Nw/s1600-h/image%7E+%2869%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0qmvp_g9iI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PO1Ea8Qf9Nw/s320/image%7E+%2869%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137101662625789474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat through my first finals paper today. It was do-able. Hope i did okay. Guess what, *ahem* i don't have to sit for my French paper tomorrow if i want to. Cause marks from all my assignments and tests already provided me with an A. Wah, i damn lansi. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard about the "hindraf" thingy? Walao, if they get what they want from the British government, which i doubt they will, every Indian person in Malaysia will become a millionaire. Damn syiok. Can buy this lah, can buy that lah. I wonder if Samy Vellu will claim his share of the money is they do get the "compensation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, okay. Finish ripping from 5 cds already. Till next time. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6208132523767502321?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6208132523767502321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6208132523767502321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6208132523767502321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6208132523767502321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-plus-one-equals-3.html' title='one plus one equals 3'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0qmvp_g9iI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PO1Ea8Qf9Nw/s72-c/image%7E+%2869%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-2941708704790025661</id><published>2007-11-25T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:46:02.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's special</title><content type='html'>Exactly a month ago, things went official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit, its been a good month. Time passed as though we only had 3 hours a day. It just goes *poof*, one day gone and the next is coming. Before we know it, Christmas is coming, New Years is coming. Then comes 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lBvJ_g9eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K5b73jzHBUo/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2861%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lBvJ_g9eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K5b73jzHBUo/s320/%3Bp+%2861%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136709128384738786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not complaining. Hey, time flies when you are having fun. Heck, it flies pretty fast and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lB4Z_g9fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sdDZb_AFc4w/s1600-h/1_466690514l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lB4Z_g9fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sdDZb_AFc4w/s320/1_466690514l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136709287298528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself smiling widely whenever I'm looking at her. At times, i don't even realize that I am grinning so broadly like a junkie high on drugs. But to be frank, the way that i feel, matches the junkie's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is just a short period of time, but I'm sure there will be plenty more to come. Moments that makes me cherish life just the way it is. Makes me glad to know that I have someone. Someone to count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lCFJ_g9gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HmKLVj4GXb0/s1600-h/papaya+and+caramel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lCFJ_g9gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HmKLVj4GXb0/s320/papaya+and+caramel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136709506341860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, is special, and not to forget, different. Different in a very, very good way. Feels like finally something is right. So very right. So perfect. Flawless like a precious stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the icing on the cake, the star on a Christmas tree, the candles on a cake, the ribbon on a present, the laughter of children, the angpows during Chinese New Year and the fireworks during New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lCT5_g9hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ghvtm2-Wp_w/s1600-h/1_327006433l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lCT5_g9hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ghvtm2-Wp_w/s320/1_327006433l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136709759744931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times i may be petty. I may act like a jerk. But it is this jerk, that u fell for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lBSZ_g9dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YbSR2t5iphQ/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2856%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lBSZ_g9dI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YbSR2t5iphQ/s320/%3Bp+%2856%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136708634463499730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute jerk. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one month, Melissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-2941708704790025661?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/2941708704790025661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=2941708704790025661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2941708704790025661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2941708704790025661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/11/shes-special.html' title='She&apos;s special'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/R0lBvJ_g9eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/K5b73jzHBUo/s72-c/%3Bp+%2861%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-8421331038884992512</id><published>2007-11-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:10:54.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. At first its due to the lack of mood to do so. Secondly, my internet died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just came back. Hmm, my keyboard is a little dusty already. Result of not touching my comp for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, an entry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-8421331038884992512?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/8421331038884992512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=8421331038884992512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8421331038884992512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8421331038884992512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1542123153848049277</id><published>2007-10-31T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:02:48.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog's pregnancy has nothing to do with me</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not updated for a week. Pretty hectic week. Moodless and driveless to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, what happened? Nothing much happened actually. Pretty much same old same old. Finished one assignment. 3 more to go. I have time. Really, I have. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in denial.&lt;/span&gt; I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RyhgV7b5RhI/AAAAAAAAALw/LeSr9K9wb1s/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RyhgV7b5RhI/AAAAAAAAALw/LeSr9K9wb1s/s320/Picture+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127454105609520658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last week was pretty crazy for me. Last week, my level of tolerance for people was very very low. Still managed to keep my cool, but seriously, it was one tough shit to maintain. Everyone seemed to be pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i have someone to talk to. Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music helps to a certain extend, loud music. And singing along helps greatly too. Y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of singing, i want to go and ber-karaoke. It has been a while since i K'ed. I don't know if i can sing or not. But don't care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*fucking kid playing in front of my house. My dog is barking like crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was i saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**just fucked him off. I is cool. 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, erm erm. Back to what i was saying. Oh yeah, even though i was having some male PMS, it was still a good week. Pretty darn good week i shall say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent quality time with people who are important to me. Or should i say person? Does not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Ryhgrbb5RiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Rj14Be-8enM/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Ryhgrbb5RiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Rj14Be-8enM/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127454474976708130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say that i have nothing against bent people. I'm okay with you kind. Just, please, don't disturb me. That is all that I'm asking for. I have had my fair share of those, never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my country would pay for me to visit space to play with some science kits too. What a great experience. I shall one day. Oh, wait. I don't think i will ever get to be in that position. I wasn't born that way. If you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Update on prom soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1542123153848049277?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1542123153848049277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1542123153848049277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1542123153848049277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1542123153848049277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dogs-pregnancy-has-nothing-to-do.html' title='My dog&apos;s pregnancy has nothing to do with me'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RyhgV7b5RhI/AAAAAAAAALw/LeSr9K9wb1s/s72-c/Picture+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6009559564523073425</id><published>2007-10-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:49:58.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario is my moustached friend</title><content type='html'>Plenty hellos and many hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Derrick Ooi. I will be blogging on behalf of Papayakid today. Papayakid is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new sms ringtone. It is a mario ringtone. I swear to you, i will dance whenever i get an sms. It is like 27 seconds long, and it is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*does my mario dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, prom tomorrow. My prom date just informed me that she found herself a new cheongsam. I am happy because she is happy. Seeing her so stressed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on what to wear for prom&lt;/span&gt; took a toll on me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm easily influenced. And manipulated. And deceived. And bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having Issa Caramel now. It is a sweet delicacy from Switzerland. I'm craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It understands your feelings. It makes you happy. It makes you feel loved.  It makes you wana do great things. It makes you wana sing. It makes you appreciate life. It is not easily cracked, it's one tough candy. I just love it, I'm so grateful to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,  I am still talking about a candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that people in my college seeing me with my finger inside my nose doesn't think that I'm digging my nose for gold. I am merely adjusting the stick in my piercing. I prefer to dig for gold in the comfort of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Genting founder has died. Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong, I salute you. You have done many great things. What a loss for our country. May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where is my piece of the pie? Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing here is very therapeutic. Clears my head. Leaves space for whatever crap that is bound to come dashing in. My brain is only 128 Mb. Can upgrade to 10 Gig one mou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help. Storage space for the brain is desperately needed. Urgent urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je veux danser bien demain. Je suis effraye. Merde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6009559564523073425?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6009559564523073425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6009559564523073425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6009559564523073425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6009559564523073425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/mario-is-my-moustached-friend.html' title='Mario is my moustached friend'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6759000695064208116</id><published>2007-10-21T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:53:03.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese costume and dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Friday, went out with Melissa to hang around in 1utama. Nick was supposed to come along but he had some matters to attend to. So it was just the two of us for most of the day. Not that I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, talked. It was great. Then we tried on some china shirt and she tried on a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsLNa43V1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/skzgnFsRXmI/s1600-h/%3B%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsLNa43V1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/skzgnFsRXmI/s320/%3B%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123701326248105810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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:100%;"&gt;Dare to say that she looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;great, whereas i look a little retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsLya43V2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7-GSIiSdlCg/s1600-h/%3B%29+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsLya43V2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/7-GSIiSdlCg/s320/%3B%29+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123701961903265634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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:100%;"&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that, went over to curve to meet up with Nick and Benny. Watched apartment 1303. Bodoh show. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e headed on to uptown for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next day, Nick, Melissa and I went to find chinese costumes for our prom. Found these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsMVK43V3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/I1zLtfMIY6w/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2849%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsMVK43V3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/I1zLtfMIY6w/s320/%3Bp+%2849%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123702558903719794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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:100%;"&gt;I'm sure most people would go for the western version, but what the heck, at least we'll stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The cheongsams there were weird, very aunty and big. So Melissa couldn't find anything nice. Then we headed to 1utama to meet up with Aiman and Linardy for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before that, tried on some stuff again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsNjK43V4I/AAAAAAAAALA/vjsGAGnTYO4/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2858%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsNjK43V4I/AAAAAAAAALA/vjsGAGnTYO4/s320/%3Bp+%2858%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123703898933516162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsOIa43V5I/AAAAAAAAALI/UntKGoMBy9k/s1600-h/nicholasinyellowgapl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsOIa43V5I/AAAAAAAAALI/UntKGoMBy9k/s320/nicholasinyellowgapl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123704538883643282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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:100%;"&gt;Nick, first time in something which is not black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsOoa43V6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2pv_fHNGDRs/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2875%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsOoa43V6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2pv_fHNGDRs/s320/%3Bp+%2875%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123705088639457186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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:100%;"&gt;After all that, the three of us got something done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsQAq43V7I/AAAAAAAAALY/4noqPMUIPf8/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2865%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsQAq43V7I/AAAAAAAAALY/4noqPMUIPf8/s320/%3Bp+%2865%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123706604762912690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsQN643V8I/AAAAAAAAALg/zAzwz7WrzWM/s1600-h/%3Bp+%2868%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsQN643V8I/AAAAAAAAALg/zAzwz7WrzWM/s320/%3Bp+%2868%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123706832396179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mel and I both got nose rings and Nick got an earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day i should say. Till next post. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6759000695064208116?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6759000695064208116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6759000695064208116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6759000695064208116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6759000695064208116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinese-costume-and-dress.html' title='Chinese costume and dress'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxsLNa43V1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/skzgnFsRXmI/s72-c/%3B%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7359229559435700895</id><published>2007-10-17T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:22:51.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamina of a 5 year old girl</title><content type='html'>Two days ago was a Monday, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging with Nicholas at the Kiara Park in TTDI. He come over at 7oclock. Bloody early kan? But it's good also, no sun equals no heat equals less sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since he was picking me up at 7, i didn't sleep the whole night before. I watched rugby world championship from 3-5. (quite a one sided game, South Africa won easily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYMMq43VxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7u_eyDVbcCI/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYMMq43VxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7u_eyDVbcCI/s320/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122295037991278354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it would be stupid if i try to sleep after the game, i know i wouldn't be able to wake up if i sleep for just 2 hours. Instead, i watched Simpsons, Ellen Degeneres Show and some other nonsense on Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 7oclock came. Nick came right on time. 7 on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fella i tell you, his version of jogging is freaking running to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs was aching for oxygen, my heart was pumping crazily, my calves were on the verge of exploding, my head was spinning and my soles were burning. I swear, the dirty wet floor never looked so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYMjK43VyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RZFgR_13HWM/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYMjK43VyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RZFgR_13HWM/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122295424538335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to run one round without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what he said, " omg, your stamina is worse than a 5 year old kid "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody, wanted to rip his heart out and drink the blood while screaming obscenities at fellow morning joggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my thighs were aching, my back was aching and i just felt weak. Weak and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i am typing this, I'm am feeling bloody dizzy. Am i dying? Oh, I'm going jogging again tomorrow morning at 7. I hope i don't die. Life is too nice to die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if i dont update my blog within the next few days, check the newspapers. Might read headlines like :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"student dies while jogging"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"students heart gets ripped out by fellow friend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-7359229559435700895?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7359229559435700895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7359229559435700895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7359229559435700895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7359229559435700895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/stamina-of-5-year-old-girl.html' title='Stamina of a 5 year old girl'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYMMq43VxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7u_eyDVbcCI/s72-c/Picture+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7656665214072731691</id><published>2007-10-14T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:36:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling pirated cds for the price of an original?</title><content type='html'>Nah, I'm just pulling your nuts here. The title is just to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 6 ORIGINAL, NEVER OPENED cd's to be sold at cheaper prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYPD643VzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oPVNI79rQy8/s1600-h/Picture+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYPD643VzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oPVNI79rQy8/s320/Picture+333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298186202306354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYPd643V0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2V9mGxRoorM/s1600-h/Picture+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYPd643V0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/2V9mGxRoorM/s320/Picture+334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298632878905154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston - RM 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robbie Williams (Intensive Care) - RM25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jojo - RM 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radiohead (Hail To The Thief) - RM 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MeatLoaf (Bat Out Of Hell III-The Monster Is Loose) - RM 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scissor Sisters (Ta-Dah) - RM 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, those cd's i have are not opened, and are original. I have these, but never listen to them. So hopefully to clear them out, and to make some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully we can make transactions at KDU or 1utama only. Leave a comment or a message on my chatbox if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if its cheaper in music stores, please let me know. I'm not that up to date on the prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-7656665214072731691?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7656665214072731691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7656665214072731691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7656665214072731691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7656665214072731691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/selling-pirated-cds-for-price-of_14.html' title='Selling pirated cds for the price of an original?'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxYPD643VzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oPVNI79rQy8/s72-c/Picture+333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-8540297477120600115</id><published>2007-10-13T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:46:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain and Costumes</title><content type='html'>Dear people,     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Okay folks, I know I’m like bloody outdated, but I just finished watching &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. To be frank, I thought it was a pretty good show. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A little intimidating at times, all the man love gives me the chills. Not that there is anything wrong with it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But one thing, I thought the way Heath Ledger spoke was freaking hard to understand. I had to pause and rewind just to get what he just said. And at times, I just did not bother. So I have no idea what he just said.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh well, whatever it is. It is a good show. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A very romantic show in my opinion. Jake Gyllenhall showed so much longing to see his “partner”. What a sweet fella.&lt;/p&gt;    But how come their kissing scenes are so rough? Is it normal? Or is it just for the show? I wouldn’t know and I wouldn’t want to find out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxCuFq43VtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1E6aw1iBWPQ/s1600-h/Picture+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxCuFq43VtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1E6aw1iBWPQ/s320/Picture+307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120784188755629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another matter, I will be having my KDU prom night somewhere this month. Or next. And the theme is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 1920. What am I gonna wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know where to rent costumes? Leave me a comment yeah if you guys know. Plenty thanks.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tchao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-8540297477120600115?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/8540297477120600115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=8540297477120600115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8540297477120600115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8540297477120600115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/brokeback-mountain-and-costumes.html' title='Brokeback Mountain and Costumes'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RxCuFq43VtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1E6aw1iBWPQ/s72-c/Picture+307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6205667299428519364</id><published>2007-10-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:27:08.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It couldn't be any better</title><content type='html'>Life is treating me well now. Don't know when the next bitched up moment will be. But i hope it will not come so soon. Or anytime ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have been eating well, sleeping well, studying well. Everything seems to fall in to place now. Feels great. I just love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwpZgQ61BrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MIjRjbRZ6PA/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwpZgQ61BrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MIjRjbRZ6PA/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119002337292388018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some conflicts that does not really concern me are brewing fiercely right now. Not that i care&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;, but, still, not nice to see people unhappy. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really passes bloody quickly, it almost end of the year already. Almost gone with 2007, and almost about to reach 2008. I would love to finish my diploma quickly, and i would hate to see my diploma finish. Just wish i get a scholarship to Switzerland. That would be great. Less one thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwpaFg61BsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xQYZIGda5Eg/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwpaFg61BsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xQYZIGda5Eg/s320/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119002977242515138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta study hard. Seriously. I got to. Cant let the laziness slowly come back in to me. Shit, which reminds me, i gotta do my tourism assignment. Have to start planning, assigning tasks to group members and of course doing the work itself. When should i start? Tomorrow hopefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i lead a very boring life. Nothing interesting happens. Let me think, what interesting happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself while shaving today. First time cutting myself. Yeah, because i was busy thinking of something while shaving. Small cut only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, so, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lame. I is lame. I are lame. I is wrapper. I is listen to eminem. I is cool.&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/3803428257694413625-6205667299428519364?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6205667299428519364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6205667299428519364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6205667299428519364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6205667299428519364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-couldnt-be-any-better.html' title='It couldn&apos;t be any better'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwpZgQ61BrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MIjRjbRZ6PA/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7969818712762386641</id><published>2007-10-06T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:32:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet, toes and shoes</title><content type='html'>Dear papayas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Derrick Ooi Chun Wei, have very small feet. Don't ask me why. I wish i knew the answer also. It is no surprise that i can get pushed to the ground easily. It is not because I am weak or whatever. But i blame it all on the feet. It is so small, that it doesn't provide me with proper balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like to get shoes which are maybe, one or two sizes too big. Because i think it is such a ego crusher to have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwdU7A61BpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8bqWx8BaRDQ/s1600-h/04-10-07_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwdU7A61BpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8bqWx8BaRDQ/s320/04-10-07_1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118152874365617810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet and Kelly's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pardon my hairy legs. I know its not a pretty sight. But wouldn't it be worse if i shaved them all off? I would have shiny smooth legs. Like a pansy. A pansy with small feet. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to me wearing big shoes. See that picture? My feet looks way bigger right? Its all in the shoes. All in the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwdVww61BqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Heulkv5Kbuc/s1600-h/04-10-07_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwdVww61BqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Heulkv5Kbuc/s320/04-10-07_1304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118153797783586466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, wearing her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i have big hands. And head. And face. And my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pen is&lt;/span&gt; also large.&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/3803428257694413625-7969818712762386641?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7969818712762386641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7969818712762386641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7969818712762386641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7969818712762386641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/feet-toes-and-shoes.html' title='Feet, toes and shoes'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwdU7A61BpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8bqWx8BaRDQ/s72-c/04-10-07_1305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1451312138932494156</id><published>2007-10-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:39:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something</title><content type='html'>I know that saying sorry does not help. But, its the only thing that i know how to say at this moment. It is not your fault. I don't blame you for anything. Never did. Sometimes things happen without any apparent reason. You know what i mean, what I'm trying to say. I know how it feels like, to have felt what u felt today. I know it isn't a good feeling. I'm truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise you a cup of milkshake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1451312138932494156?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1451312138932494156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1451312138932494156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1451312138932494156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1451312138932494156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-something.html' title='A little something'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-4500956868907109942</id><published>2007-10-02T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:17:40.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is worst? You decide</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation one : You get into a lift, another person farts and it smells like as though the person ate a bucket load of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation two : You get in to a lift, smell something super fragrant and nice. Like seriously nice, like a plate of steaming char kuey teow or a plate of sexy nasi lemak. And then u find out that it is actually fart from the other person in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-4500956868907109942?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/4500956868907109942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=4500956868907109942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4500956868907109942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/4500956868907109942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-is-worst-you-decide.html' title='Which is worst? You decide'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6477891920904423717</id><published>2007-10-01T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:18:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post just for the sake of it</title><content type='html'>Yeahneway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten an inspiration to blog yet. It has been almost a week already i think. Or almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever that i will be typing out today will be bloody random. Or just a piece of perfect nonsense typed out in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first things first. College is still treating me well so far and i think I'm having less emo moods already. Which is a good sign. Being emo sucks. At times. But sometimes being emo is good also. Brings out the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have my first French oral test. Shit. I am so gonna freeze and my mouth would be muttering more English words than French. I hope i do well. If i don't, it will be damn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwD5xQNquRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yo0KXrpTT1Y/s1600-h/image+%28230%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwD5xQNquRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yo0KXrpTT1Y/s320/image+%28230%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116363801254082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture just because i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a presentation for tomorrow as I am typing this. Ah, ain't life grand. Loads of shit to do. With presentations and assignments overlapping each other. But hey, at least I'm not a drunk or a druggie. (okay, that was bloody random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i could print money. I want money. Anyone needs some entertainment? I'm willing to dance for money. Oh by the way, i dance poorly. Je ne sais pas la dancer. Je danse tres mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing shit in high school. No, i don't mean taking a dump, but i mean doing silly stuff. What a load of fun. Oh yeah, and the funner part is to not get caught. If you get caught, then, you are a loser. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, see yah bazookas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6477891920904423717?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6477891920904423717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6477891920904423717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6477891920904423717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6477891920904423717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-just-for-sake-of-it.html' title='A post just for the sake of it'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RwD5xQNquRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Yo0KXrpTT1Y/s72-c/image+%28230%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3773015748833413666</id><published>2007-09-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T04:42:33.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 movie reviews</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th of September, i watched Bourne Ultimatum for free in Cathay Cineplex in Cineleisure. I just realised that it is not gonna be out until 11th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that mean? Means i can boast about it, and tell you guys some really good spoilers. Nah, I'm just joking. I wont spoil the show for you. But I'll still boast. Without a doubt. But I'm sure a lot of you have watched it already, with illegal downloads so widely exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuSwwNquOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LRHUnpz8Kw4/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuSwwNquOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LRHUnpz8Kw4/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114843168082933986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the show was pretty good. It was fast with loads of action. A good ending the the Bourne trilogy. But sadly, i was feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tres fatigue&lt;/span&gt; that night. Therefore i could not really enjoy the show. But it is a good show. I recommend you guys to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE 11th OF OCTOBER THAT IS! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of me being childish. I watched another show last night. It is called Lust Caution. It opens in cinemas today. Its the show directed by Ang Li. It is some arty farty show about the japanese occupation in china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scenes were shot in our very own Penang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuUxQNquPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/60GHzOrztB0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuUxQNquPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/60GHzOrztB0/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114845375696124146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 front of the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was quite slow, but if u really watch it, I'm sure it is quite, i repeat, quite nice to watch. Again, i was feeling very tired yesterday, therefore i did not really enjoy the movie.  Like Wang Li Hom? He's one of the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuVVANquQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7W8dOj7K9u8/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuVVANquQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7W8dOj7K9u8/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114845989876447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, its only fair to give stars. So, movie rating time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourne Ultimatum - 3.75 stars out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust Caution - 3 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3773015748833413666?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3773015748833413666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3773015748833413666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3773015748833413666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3773015748833413666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-movie-reviews.html' title='2 movie reviews'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvuSwwNquOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LRHUnpz8Kw4/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6027260136011014243</id><published>2007-09-25T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T04:28:16.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to travel</title><content type='html'>Dear papaya readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time since you have gone travelling? The last time i went somewhere was to the little humble town of Miri. Though nothing much to see or do, it was fun to go to a new place, to just get out of your comfort zone once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to the airport, carrying my flight ticket, carrying my passport and wheeling my bag around looking like a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel to so many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Hong Kong. I want to go to Egypt. I want to go to South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvjwVwNquLI/AAAAAAAAAII/x1n04isdies/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvjwVwNquLI/AAAAAAAAAII/x1n04isdies/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114101633389344946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if they could fit another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where i can experience something different. Somewhere, where i can just loosen up. Wouldn't mind going to Bangkok for several days. Just to visit the market, look at stuff, and buying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping, it's been a long time since i shopped. The cons of not working anymore. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas of any nice places to visit? Let me know yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6027260136011014243?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6027260136011014243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6027260136011014243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6027260136011014243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6027260136011014243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-would-like-to-travel.html' title='I would like to travel'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvjwVwNquLI/AAAAAAAAAII/x1n04isdies/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1156725428691488062</id><published>2007-09-22T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:46:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd birthday post.</title><content type='html'>Continuation of my birthday post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as you all already know, i had it at Marche. Frankly, the food was just so so. It wasn't great. But i gotta say that i like the mushrooms, mushroom soup and the mussels. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTAibAqQCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jchQpwP-kwI/s1600-h/IMG_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTAibAqQCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jchQpwP-kwI/s320/IMG_5247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112923174570967074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTBk7AqQDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fFT0uciTBQA/s1600-h/IMG_5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTBk7AqQDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fFT0uciTBQA/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112924317032267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussels. I like mussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTCNrAqQEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H9FjnI8eyo4/s1600-h/IMG_5262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTCNrAqQEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H9FjnI8eyo4/s320/IMG_5262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112925017111937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb, i think. Wasn't so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTCpLAqQFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8GD6r8uOEz8/s1600-h/IMG_5267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTCpLAqQFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8GD6r8uOEz8/s320/IMG_5267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112925489558339666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't know what this is. I think it's like garlic bread, some potato salad, and some pasta thingy. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTDXbAqQGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gh4lPRcUb_g/s1600-h/IMG_5275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTDXbAqQGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gh4lPRcUb_g/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112926284127289442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting some loving from Kelly jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTLK7AqQQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8u54iVLv_OA/s1600-h/IMG_5299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTLK7AqQQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8u54iVLv_OA/s320/IMG_5299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112934865471947010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, kelly and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rve_UANquKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QnYcECjsTO0/s1600-h/IMG_5298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rve_UANquKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QnYcECjsTO0/s320/IMG_5298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113766252278102178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTEtbAqQII/AAAAAAAAAG4/zxv3PLIWRLc/s1600-h/IMG_5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTEtbAqQII/AAAAAAAAAG4/zxv3PLIWRLc/s320/IMG_5260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112927761596039298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTFdbAqQJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9LF89Xs4z8o/s1600-h/IMG_5284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTFdbAqQJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9LF89Xs4z8o/s320/IMG_5284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928586229760146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we cute?? Japanese style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTGXLAqQKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AU3Pynag-vk/s1600-h/IMG_5295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTGXLAqQKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AU3Pynag-vk/s320/IMG_5295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112929578367205538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harpreet and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTHEbAqQLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2JC0-lsKeAw/s1600-h/IMG_5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTHEbAqQLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2JC0-lsKeAw/s320/IMG_5321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112930355756286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng and I cutting cake. I look like I'm 12 here. Shiats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTHjLAqQMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NsfYZnoSUA0/s1600-h/IMG_5310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTHjLAqQMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/NsfYZnoSUA0/s320/IMG_5310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112930884037263554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done with my wish. She wasn't. So i wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTIpbAqQNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9wXJtno8S4w/s1600-h/DSCN9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTIpbAqQNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9wXJtno8S4w/s320/DSCN9991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932090923073746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTJFrAqQOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pINbLz3sVkw/s1600-h/DSCN9990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTJFrAqQOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pINbLz3sVkw/s320/DSCN9990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112932576254378210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally I'm done with my birthday post. Didn't post all the pictures cause i look retarded in some of them. So yeah, all in all. A good outing with my friends. Thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTJ3bAqQPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yTIqfM1zchs/s1600-h/IMG_5331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTJ3bAqQPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yTIqfM1zchs/s320/IMG_5331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112933430952870130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1156725428691488062?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1156725428691488062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1156725428691488062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1156725428691488062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1156725428691488062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-birthday-post.html' title='2nd birthday post.'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvTAibAqQCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jchQpwP-kwI/s72-c/IMG_5247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-2062562171231781952</id><published>2007-09-19T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:52:05.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday on the 17th</title><content type='html'>That's right, my birthday was on monday and only now, imma blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had my birthday dinner with my family on sunday because my brother will be flying off to Vietnam on monday. And i celebrated my birthday with my friends and also fellow birthday girl Teng on monday night at Marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday morning, i was greeted by many (thanks a lot guys/girls), and i received a present from Genevieve and Samantha. How sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during dinner, i got Polo Ralph Lauren Blue from Nicholas, Amanda, Melissa, Linardy, Harpreet and Aiman. Thanks a million. Merci beacoup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lecturer bought Teng and I a birthday cake, it was delicious. Thanks Ms. Wong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEDKz_8meI/AAAAAAAAAE4/moqiXs3Alic/s1600-h/19-09-07_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEDKz_8meI/AAAAAAAAAE4/moqiXs3Alic/s320/19-09-07_1835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111870536334219746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't really know what to write about. So i will just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my shirt that night matched the Marche people. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEDxj_8mfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BVILsP1CnGo/s1600-h/DSCN9966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEDxj_8mfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/BVILsP1CnGo/s320/DSCN9966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111871202054150642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, me, Linardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEELz_8mgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-G2DC_7yz5M/s1600-h/DSCN9960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEELz_8mgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-G2DC_7yz5M/s320/DSCN9960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111871653025716738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, me in marche uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEEmj_8mhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6rD2mjMQMW0/s1600-h/DSCN9959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEEmj_8mhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6rD2mjMQMW0/s320/DSCN9959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111872112587217426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, me the marche worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEFDj_8miI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fPJYtOzJdq4/s1600-h/DSCN9981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEFDj_8miI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fPJYtOzJdq4/s320/DSCN9981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111872610803423778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng the birthday girl in pink, Shin in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEFtz_8mjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oABC6lXtf80/s1600-h/IMG_5270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEFtz_8mjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oABC6lXtf80/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111873336652896818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hugging Amanda as Harp looks on. Where is the picture of me hugging Harp? I don't have it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEGjj_8mkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vjQn74qoStc/s1600-h/IMG_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEGjj_8mkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vjQn74qoStc/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111874260070865474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, i got carried away. That's Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEHSD_8mlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hiGNdfC1zQ4/s1600-h/IMG_5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEHSD_8mlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hiGNdfC1zQ4/s320/IMG_5279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111875058934782546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, Teng, Kelly, Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEHpD_8mmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1LakJWYQUZU/s1600-h/IMG_5288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEHpD_8mmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1LakJWYQUZU/s320/IMG_5288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111875454071773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, this is Nazri. Interested? He sings pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures in the next post. Oh yeah, remember i once mentioned that my lecturer reads my blog? She's " Shin in green ". She is super young, just 16 and a half years old. Thought that it would be awkward, but no, she's super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next post. Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEIRT_8mnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z-hQn3TOP1k/s1600-h/IMG_5309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEIRT_8mnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z-hQn3TOP1k/s320/IMG_5309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111876145561508466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-2062562171231781952?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/2062562171231781952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=2062562171231781952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2062562171231781952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2062562171231781952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-birthday-on-17th.html' title='My birthday on the 17th'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RvEDKz_8meI/AAAAAAAAAE4/moqiXs3Alic/s72-c/19-09-07_1835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3706303836140430292</id><published>2007-09-15T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T00:34:01.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post for advertlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.advertlets.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RuuD4tTzWrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WLJyQfF8sU0/s320/advertlets-moneyhappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110323212440525490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;advertisers + bloggers = money + happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the worlds best equation? Definitely up to par with the ever so famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e=mc2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.advertlets.com/"&gt;“Advertlets.com - Blog Advertising in Asia!”.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So anyway, these people in the pictures got their advertlets stickers and badges. Mighty cute i shall say. But where is mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am just waiting for my account to reach its quota. Then i can cash out some money. Ka-ching! Hmm, reminds me of the Shania Twain song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since I'm a student, this is what i rely on. It may not be much, but it is better than nothing. Right? Better than me going on the streets to do my ever so famous belly dance. Well, i enjoy blogging, so may as well have its perks right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Advertlets has one ad that I am most inspired by. It is the ad for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.yvonnefoong.com/"&gt;yvonnefoong.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I admit, that i feel sorrow for her, and sometimes i feel like there is a screwdriver shoved into my heart as i read her posts. She is one tough cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She is my inspiration. At moments when I'm at my lowest point. I think back, if she can go on with life with a brave attitude. I should be able too. I shouldn't bitch about life when i am fully able to do what i want to do without any restrictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is about enjoying the things that u have. Not about wanting the things that u cant have. So there. Do visit her site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alright, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ps, it never crossed my mind that blogging about advertlets would make me emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3706303836140430292?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3706303836140430292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3706303836140430292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3706303836140430292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3706303836140430292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-for-advertlets_15.html' title='A post for advertlets'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RuuD4tTzWrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WLJyQfF8sU0/s72-c/advertlets-moneyhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-7579465430065960333</id><published>2007-09-13T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T04:29:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my dad's birthday. So what my family and I did? We went for a free special screening of Hairspray. It come out in cinemas today, but i watched it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the movie plans, we had our must have dinner celebration on sunday and out must have cake celebration after watching the movie yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was simply delicious, carrot cake. But, after eating the cream part, i was swelled with guilt. I hope i don't become bulimic or anorexic. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so something about Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RukbJNTzWpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1IQPhP4Cbcg/s1600-h/12-09-07_2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RukbJNTzWpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1IQPhP4Cbcg/s320/12-09-07_2052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109645097234029202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i thought this was a good show. Finally, i watched a good show. Have been watching crappy shows these past few weeks, invasion, naraka 19, knocked up. Stupidest one is naraka 19 followed by knocked up. Invasion was pretty alright because of Nicole Kidman. She's good! But storyline sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray had a lot of good songs. I especially like this line from a song sung by a black man. "the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. The darker the chocolate, the richer the taste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds damn cool okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i thought Amanda Bynes looked freaking cute in the movie. And oh so sexy in the dress at the last scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously recommend people to watch it if musical themed shows are your thing, example, grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i have the chance, i would probably watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, John Travolta in that fat lady suit is really disgusting. And the main actress' dancing skills sucks. And she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chubby&lt;/span&gt;. Me don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, a good show. 4 and a half stars out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-7579465430065960333?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/7579465430065960333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=7579465430065960333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7579465430065960333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/7579465430065960333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RukbJNTzWpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1IQPhP4Cbcg/s72-c/12-09-07_2052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-2664758653815388115</id><published>2007-09-11T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:27:55.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend named amanda yuen</title><content type='html'>I have a friend named Amanda Yuen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the first girl that i noticed during the orientation week in college. I noticed her because she was the fairest among them all. Or maybe she was just sitting next to dark skinned people. So in contrast, she looks fairer. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i judged her before i even knew her, i thought she would be the all "look-at-me-im-so-cool-party-girl". I didnt like her at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was wrong. I admit. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the nicest girl in class. She listens to my bull crap all the time. Yeah, she may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but yeah, i like her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's my bestest fwen. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i dont talk like that. Today is exceptional. Because as i am typing this, amanda is sitting behind me. And im sure she will be reading this the moment i post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she's like from hong kong. Small world that it is, she's staying with her cousins which are from my secondary school. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i need to go do something now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-2664758653815388115?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/2664758653815388115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=2664758653815388115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2664758653815388115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2664758653815388115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-friend-named-amanda-yuen.html' title='My friend named amanda yuen'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1352259371646593116</id><published>2007-09-10T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:26:01.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today feels, somewhat empty</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, actually am on a diet. But having grown up in this country i call malaysia, it offers one thing that i cant deny its wonderfull-ness. It's the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stick to just 2 or 3 meals a day. Which means the main meals &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. But sticking to just that is so bloody difficult. I'm always hungry. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just cant resist that steaming plate of nasi lemak, that oily plate of char kuey teow and of course, the sexy thosai or roti canai. The things that i mentioned can be found anytime, for tea also can. For supper also can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How not to gain the extra kilograms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RuUmp13PWUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t0RK989zp_k/s1600-h/06-10-06_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RuUmp13PWUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t0RK989zp_k/s320/06-10-06_1815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108531852596959554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strategy, drink loads of plain water and eat fruits. It can keep me full, like maybe for 5 minutes? Then its back to the hunger pains again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. Really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just talking about the food here. Still have not mentioned other things like money, relationships and studies yet. But that, is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i prod my stomach, i can feel my desired six pack. It is oh so sexy. But, it is hidden under layers of fats. Therefore, it cant be seen. All you can see is a huge bulge, huge bulge of fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to vomit now. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1352259371646593116?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1352259371646593116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1352259371646593116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1352259371646593116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1352259371646593116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-feels-somewhat-empty.html' title='Today feels, somewhat empty'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RuUmp13PWUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t0RK989zp_k/s72-c/06-10-06_1815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-844210691053399019</id><published>2007-09-06T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T04:58:47.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked flamingo dancers</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was reading the papers and i read an article about kids as young as 10 years old having sex and smoking. Straight away, i went wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant fucking imagine 10 year olds having sex. Isn't ten like bloody young? I have not even reached puberty when i was ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt_rWV3PWTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwFHXGDERf0/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt_rWV3PWTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwFHXGDERf0/s320/Picture+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107059271519918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was ten, i was damn innocent. Girls were never on my mind. Just play and eat only. When i was ten, i was still wondering was the process of making a baby. When i was ten, i never once thought of the subject of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking weird, kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairless teeny cocks banging away. Disgusting faggots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-844210691053399019?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/844210691053399019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=844210691053399019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/844210691053399019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/844210691053399019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/naked-flamingo-dancers.html' title='Naked flamingo dancers'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt_rWV3PWTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwFHXGDERf0/s72-c/Picture+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-8841467235725821395</id><published>2007-09-04T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:00:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked bananas</title><content type='html'>It is time for some random post again. As i am a dry dry person, nothing happens much in my life. Therefore, random random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas, yellow on the outside, white on the inside. I wonder which joker was the one who first ate it. I mean, i would not put something which grows on a tree, yellow and white in my mouth man. Weird. I wouldn't mind eating it if it was goreng-ed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt349l3PWRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8lCfkvzc3M/s1600-h/banana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106511289527523602" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt349l3PWRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8lCfkvzc3M/s320/banana3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine is longer, way way longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing bananas are delicate, because all long, firm things are delicate. Wish i could get a casing for my &lt;em&gt;banana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt36Al3PWSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/epo2QmDAjBM/s1600-h/banana-img.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106512440578758946" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt36Al3PWSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/epo2QmDAjBM/s320/banana-img.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool casing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about bananas, im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt36Al3PWSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/epo2QmDAjBM/s1600-h/banana-img.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-8841467235725821395?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/8841467235725821395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=8841467235725821395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8841467235725821395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8841467235725821395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/naked-bananas.html' title='Naked bananas'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/Rt349l3PWRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8lCfkvzc3M/s72-c/banana3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3136063881093492111</id><published>2007-09-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:25:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At it once again</title><content type='html'>Crap, this will be my 2nd emo bitch post of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its already4 oclock in the morning and I'm still awake. My sleepless nights are back. Possibly back with a vengeance. Same old reason as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, shit is happening all over again, feel like there is nobody anymore. No more friends. Feel like i am the only one around, trapped in an emptiness, a world which only I exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RtnKal3PWQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1pS3yyW-AkA/s1600-h/Picture+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RtnKal3PWQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1pS3yyW-AkA/s320/Picture+289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105334210790381826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i may appear useless and not resourceful, but i am not what that i appear to be. I promise to step up from now on. Promise to take on everything as it comes and not drag my feet with a long bitched face. I know i can do it. I just need some mental encouragement from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare myself. To give myself what i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RtnJ_13PWPI/AAAAAAAAADs/QRKuV1RNPPg/s1600-h/Picture+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RtnJ_13PWPI/AAAAAAAAADs/QRKuV1RNPPg/s320/Picture+260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105333751228881138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i may be slow at times, but that is how i am. I'm sorry to those that i have frustrated and angered. You know who you are. I am truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make amends. I will step up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3136063881093492111?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3136063881093492111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3136063881093492111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3136063881093492111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3136063881093492111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-it-once-again.html' title='At it once again'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RtnKal3PWQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1pS3yyW-AkA/s72-c/Picture+289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1565683404945212761</id><published>2007-09-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:32:33.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I consider myself as a chinese. Or malaysian chinese. Whatever. No matter what, I'm no malaysian. I'm chinese. Call me an ungrateful bitch, i don't care. That is my name anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1565683404945212761?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1565683404945212761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1565683404945212761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1565683404945212761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1565683404945212761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-malaysia.html' title='Sorry Malaysia'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3798818918988279728</id><published>2007-08-31T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:48:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long forgotten post</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post about a trip long time ago to "eye of malaysia". I dont even remember the date or how many weeks ago that it happened. All i remember is that it was a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthAc13PWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/61msg9olyps/s1600-h/18082007074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthAc13PWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/61msg9olyps/s320/18082007074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104901041863743618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me being stupid as usual - nick, aiman, linardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthAz13PWJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/guMjEN-vTl8/s1600-h/18082007071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthAz13PWJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/guMjEN-vTl8/s320/18082007071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104901437000734866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored lining up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthBSF3PWKI/AAAAAAAAADE/fzgf46IR640/s1600-h/A+nu+lie%27+image372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthBSF3PWKI/AAAAAAAAADE/fzgf46IR640/s320/A+nu+lie%27+image372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104901956691777698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the gondola - linardy, me, Mel, harp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthBt13PWLI/AAAAAAAAADM/r750tbEuoJI/s1600-h/A+nu+lie%27+image383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthBt13PWLI/AAAAAAAAADM/r750tbEuoJI/s320/A+nu+lie%27+image383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104902433433147570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with my eyes - Melissa, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthCJ13PWMI/AAAAAAAAADU/M8otWakjl9s/s1600-h/A+nu+lie%27+image392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthCJ13PWMI/AAAAAAAAADU/M8otWakjl9s/s320/A+nu+lie%27+image392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104902914469484738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like huge compared to her - me, harp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthCeF3PWNI/AAAAAAAAADc/t3HNZ3VgYR4/s1600-h/A+nu+lie%27+image393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthCeF3PWNI/AAAAAAAAADc/t3HNZ3VgYR4/s320/A+nu+lie%27+image393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104903262361835730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there at around 9 and lined up till about 10 before getting up the ferris wheel. Bloody papayashit loads of people there. Luckily it was windy and wasn't hot and stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed down to some roadside stalls to get some dinner and shisha. First time for nick. All had a great time i suppose. Went home at 2 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, eye of malaysia was crap. My opinion lah. But being there with my friends was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ before that we had minum session at some china shop with new addition ken, kee, shia ying and teng .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthDVl3PWOI/AAAAAAAAADk/NhrCcGUewiQ/s1600-h/1_730595402l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthDVl3PWOI/AAAAAAAAADk/NhrCcGUewiQ/s320/1_730595402l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104904215844575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3798818918988279728?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3798818918988279728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3798818918988279728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3798818918988279728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3798818918988279728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-forgotten-post.html' title='Long forgotten post'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RthAc13PWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/61msg9olyps/s72-c/18082007074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-8023343757853839876</id><published>2007-08-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:35:11.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is bitch, but you can call me Derrick</title><content type='html'>Dear papayas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm serious, don't be shy. Just call me Derrick. I'm okay with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, food fest tomorrow. Pretty tired today, spent maybe 8 hours plus in the college? Yeah, its pretty shitty when doing it. But I'm sure it will be all worth it when it ends. Come to KDU college tomorrow yeah, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status of mood today, well, i can say that it is a happy one. Good day. Pretty happy with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka eve tomorrow, i already have a great plan all planned out. It will be super fun. Great eve. Mad awesomely great. I'll be doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean much to me man. Not to most of you also I'm guessing. Just another reason to go out and get wasted and have fun. Not for me. I'd rather be home eating rotten papayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer reads my blog, how cool is that man? How many of you can say the same thing? And i also read her blog. Aren't i cool? Heh.. Maybe not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-8023343757853839876?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/8023343757853839876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=8023343757853839876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8023343757853839876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8023343757853839876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-name-is-bitch-but-you-can-call-me.html' title='My name is bitch, but you can call me Derrick'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3153392899286790838</id><published>2007-08-27T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:46:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster ride</title><content type='html'>Bonjour papayas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a roller coaster ride. Ups and downs. Good and bad. Shitty and not shitty. If only things are as easy as tying a shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people would want to venture in to the unknown. But sometimes something different might bring a better experience. Who knows, right? What is the harm in trying. I do not care what people think. I know you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Unless you try. Trying it all. Just a try. No harm. Might be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3153392899286790838?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3153392899286790838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3153392899286790838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3153392899286790838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3153392899286790838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/rollercoaster-ride.html' title='Rollercoaster ride'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-9175315260308075832</id><published>2007-08-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:20:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate randomness</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was pretty mundane today, class was almost papaya shit, but still not quite. Was looking forward for french class, but instead it was canceled to make way for some bullshit talk (hmm, i wonder if Ms Wong reads this) for an hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that was spending lunch time in the computer lab. Mundane mundane mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain the title now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home, my dad was listening to the new Eminem album. I was like wtf? I asked him if he was really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Listening to eminem ah?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : You like this kinda songs meh?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Nice wad, alot of rapping.&lt;br /&gt;Me : O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i like listening to old songs. So i guess its fine for him to listen to Eminem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-9175315260308075832?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/9175315260308075832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=9175315260308075832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/9175315260308075832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/9175315260308075832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/ultimate-randomness.html' title='Ultimate randomness'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3962434010730957180</id><published>2007-08-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:34:05.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate glazed doughnuts</title><content type='html'>Have been having late and sleepless nights for the past week because i miss her. But last two days was good. Talked to her before i went to sleep. Slept like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile is just so sweet. Her laugh. She's just so bloody cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3962434010730957180?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3962434010730957180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3962434010730957180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3962434010730957180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3962434010730957180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/chocolate-glazed-doughnuts.html' title='Chocolate glazed doughnuts'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3910084570972804663</id><published>2007-08-20T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:55:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it be a complete puzzle?</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i wish there was a fool proof guide book to dating. An A grade guide book that could get you through anything. Anything the person of a different/same sex can throw at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guide to teach you what to say in a million situations. A guide that tells you where to put your hands and how to stand when saying certain things. How to speak with the proper words. The proper facial expression. The how to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would definitely be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to have all this knowledge, does it make you, not you? Make you someone that you are not? Yeah, should be. So how? Aiyah, damn bodoh lah, why life got so many rules wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to say that i'm thoughtful. Not a gentleman. I believe that people should hold doors, pick things up for people, bla bla bla for any stranger or friend. It is just common courtesy as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate people who only do it for girls, stupid backside people. I do it for people i dont like, old people, guys, ugly girls, strangers and of course pretty girls as well. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if many like to define these small things as being a "gentleman". Then i accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, people wana compliment you, don't tell me you don't accept meh? (swears in italian, french and spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak, i papayaed on the floor. Typed too vigorously liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3910084570972804663?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3910084570972804663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3910084570972804663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3910084570972804663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3910084570972804663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/will-it-be-complete-puzzle.html' title='Will it be a complete puzzle?'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-2980128118980163025</id><published>2007-08-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:43:43.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolipops and sunsets</title><content type='html'>Both her smile and her laugh makes me happy. Makes my head spin. Makes my head turn in to a jar filled with giant butterflies, buzzing like a giant vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just wonderful, a bag of joy. My bag of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-2980128118980163025?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/2980128118980163025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=2980128118980163025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2980128118980163025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2980128118980163025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/lolipops-and-sunsets.html' title='Lolipops and sunsets'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-1967140125659180524</id><published>2007-08-17T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:50:52.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing on a saturday</title><content type='html'>So it was another saturday outing. But this time it was with my college mates. I was late by fifteen minutes (why the fuck am i always late?) because it was super jammed up in front of 1utama. So it was pretty shitty, i hate being late. Sorry friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played bowling first, because we have a state player with us, so its like her thing. I like bowling too, but my other friends never want to play it. Oh well, at least i get the chance now. I think everyone had a good time. I know i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWvfgnmD5I/AAAAAAAAACE/4t07-spdjxs/s1600-h/1_488341565l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWvfgnmD5I/AAAAAAAAACE/4t07-spdjxs/s320/1_488341565l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099675108933767058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing - nick, benny, Melissa, MK, fei, derrick&lt;br /&gt;sitting - aiman, joseph, linardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our state player was the only girl. Because the other girls dont want to "embarrass" themselves whole playing bowling. Oh well, their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWwUQnmD7I/AAAAAAAAACU/EradDpjC-is/s1600-h/1_964908660l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWwUQnmD7I/AAAAAAAAACU/EradDpjC-is/s320/1_964908660l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099676015171866546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fei, aiman, Melissa, derrick, linardy, benny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch/fei's little birthday celebration at teppanyaki. He had a teeny little cake. Bloody bitch did not cry when we sang him the song. All he had to do was shed a little tear to show some appreciation okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWw_wnmD8I/AAAAAAAAACc/vKNinET0AJ8/s1600-h/1_836827458l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWw_wnmD8I/AAAAAAAAACc/vKNinET0AJ8/s320/1_836827458l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099676762496176066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linardy, nick, benny, derrick, joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went for some batting at the batting cage. I missed all fifteen. BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWxxgnmD9I/AAAAAAAAACk/IJBEFf_Hqxw/s1600-h/1_492146216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWxxgnmD9I/AAAAAAAAACk/IJBEFf_Hqxw/s320/1_492146216l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099677617194667986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the dumb Carls Junior star costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my lunch there a week before this picture was taken. Big satisfying burgers, but fucking expensive. And i'm giving free advertisement for them. Better send me some vouchers Carl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWyUQnmD-I/AAAAAAAAACs/BKUm-r_24iM/s1600-h/1_620277632l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWyUQnmD-I/AAAAAAAAACs/BKUm-r_24iM/s320/1_620277632l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099678214195122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the place where all annoying little kids hangout (im not talking about us). yipicup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, no more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of my secondary school friends for dinner, then met up again with aiman, linardy, nick, Melissa and new addition amanda tumor bangali lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pool with nick and the two girls. Saved linardy and aiman from their parking fee woe. Hartamas to yumcha, had teh oh peng! :) Bloody shisha did not come. Watched disturbia at 12 midnight. Went to McD for some supper. Then, home at 3 oclock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched tv until 6 oclock. Yankees vs some team name i forgot. Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-1967140125659180524?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/1967140125659180524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=1967140125659180524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1967140125659180524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/1967140125659180524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/outing-on-saturday.html' title='Outing on a saturday'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsWvfgnmD5I/AAAAAAAAACE/4t07-spdjxs/s72-c/1_488341565l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-2298727960465625132</id><published>2007-08-15T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:49:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a bottle of bitch</title><content type='html'>Dear bananas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life can really be a bitch isn't it? Be it work, school, relationships, family or whatever, all of a sudden, it can turn in to a giant bitch, slap you in the face and leave you scratching your head thinking what the fuck just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like holding a fucking cute panda and all of a sudden it turns in to some obese fat ugly chick. What in the name of bananas is that man. It just gets so frustrating and confusing when shit like that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine finally getting the girl of your dreams, and when you are ready to bed her, a dick pops out. Imagine the horror, unless you don't mind going both ways la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know, that no matter what happens, things will always be better some how or another. Count on your friends to make you feel better. But don't count on them to always be there to do so. Why? Cause life is a bitch ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day never to forget. And also never to be remembered. But should be remembered. As a lesson to myself. A brief reminder to not be stupid. To not be myself and to not be someone that i am not. Life is tough isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many little shitty rules, many fine prints that even a person with 20/20 vision will have a hard time trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as i said two paragraphs ago, things will turn out fine one way or another. Things somehow mends itself. Which is good. And bad. But more to good. With some bad. But still good. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, as im typing these very words, something very good is happening right now. No, i'm not playing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something that hopefully, I can reveal here in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, life is a bottle of bitch. Like a gassy drink in a well shaken bottle. You are all jazzed up to take a drink of that funk. The moment you open, poof, you are covered in spunk. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-2298727960465625132?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/2298727960465625132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=2298727960465625132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2298727960465625132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/2298727960465625132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-bottle-of-bitch.html' title='Life is a bottle of bitch'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-8681524336008294094</id><published>2007-08-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:04:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing last last saturday</title><content type='html'>Dear papayas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last Saturday i went out with my secondary school friends. They came early, i said 6.30, they come 6 pulak. But its good, malaysians should come early more often. Always late not good you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i was the one late. 25 minutes late. Like MLTR. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that my friends were so lala, all the pictures all with lala pose. Sadly, i got diseased too. Lalapox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBvRAhhaQI/AAAAAAAAABc/TlB7bC8MMpQ/s1600-h/sundayouting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBvRAhhaQI/AAAAAAAAABc/TlB7bC8MMpQ/s320/sundayouting2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098197116172462338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only normal picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : Those faint hearted, can leave now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBv_QhhaRI/AAAAAAAAABk/coVFdnq04Rc/s1600-h/mishii+%27+elle1496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBv_QhhaRI/AAAAAAAAABk/coVFdnq04Rc/s320/mishii+%27+elle1496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098197910741412114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart people, and yeah, thats my sugar butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBwtQhhaSI/AAAAAAAAABs/g6mxOVkYSEQ/s1600-h/mishii+%27+elle1513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBwtQhhaSI/AAAAAAAAABs/g6mxOVkYSEQ/s320/mishii+%27+elle1513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098198701015394594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually like this. Lalapox explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBxCQhhaTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DUCf5r_-EUY/s1600-h/sundayouting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBxCQhhaTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DUCf5r_-EUY/s320/sundayouting3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098199061792647474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, in Desmond's viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only SOME of the diseased pictures. The rest are just too, well, lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before i leave, i would like to proudly announce to you that i had some fun time with emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBxoghhaUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1b43I2e4kEM/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBxoghhaUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1b43I2e4kEM/s320/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098199718922643778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's kinda small. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ where did i go last saturday? Next on papayakid.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-8681524336008294094?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/8681524336008294094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=8681524336008294094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8681524336008294094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/8681524336008294094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/outing-last-last-saturday.html' title='Outing last last saturday'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RsBvRAhhaQI/AAAAAAAAABc/TlB7bC8MMpQ/s72-c/sundayouting2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-3872700374631524618</id><published>2007-08-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:27:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What i do for this blog</title><content type='html'>Well, i did a stupid thing just now. I smoked. Malboro red i think. Or whatever it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im typing this post with my fingers smelling like smoke and my breath stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, its not because i want/have to, but to experiment on smoking. I wanted to know why it is so addictive to certain people. And i found out one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you smokers want to deny it, it is more of a habit than an addiction. It is true. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do smokers usually smoke? When feeling bored? Before lunch? After lunch? Before and after tea? After playing sports? Before and after dinner? Before going to sleep? When sad or tired? I think, that is when most smokers usually smoke. It is a habit. Automatically after an activity, 3 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tap ciggy pack or tap ciggy on the table.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Reaches for lighter.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyes go small, light, blow first puff. (eyes still small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, its maybe 20% addiction and 80% habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking also helps if you are sad. It calms you down. Its like listening to music or watching a movie. Its the not content that helps, but the act of it. Normally when u are sad, you want something to distract you. Smoking really helps. I realised that just now. Before i was like, "bullshit, how does it help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is hard to stop smoking. It is like telling you not to brush your teeth, when i know it is already a habit in you for most of your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if u can overcome it, do try to stop. You are hurting your friends, family and strangers. It is okay to hurt yourself, but not others. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Unless they are your wives lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokers who would like to ding dong me or tell me off. Comment yeah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-3872700374631524618?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/3872700374631524618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=3872700374631524618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3872700374631524618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/3872700374631524618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-i-do-for-this-blog.html' title='What i do for this blog'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-748500723884016000</id><published>2007-08-09T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:52:16.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread my cheeks please</title><content type='html'>Dear papaya eaters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i farted while peeing in my college toilet. How interesting. Waste coming out simultaneously from both front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt/feel super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahnewaaay, college has been pretty good to me now. Due to certain reasons la.  Happier to  go to college now, before was just a blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, by the way, i'm in " KDU College, Driving Dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryCwhhaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t5k9II546f0/s1600-h/rs1_kdu_141004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryCwhhaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t5k9II546f0/s320/rs1_kdu_141004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096652057522301122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl in college, she works part time in the computer lab. I think she's quite cute. With her glasses and all. I like going to the lab now. But she's not always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw her during my driving test. Fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from college, took some pictures of clouds from a moving car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryjQhhaNI/AAAAAAAAABE/tKEe7yTzcjg/s1600-h/09-08-07_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryjQhhaNI/AAAAAAAAABE/tKEe7yTzcjg/s320/09-08-07_1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096652615868049618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryoghhaOI/AAAAAAAAABM/g_gtCZsoFGE/s1600-h/09-08-07_1719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryoghhaOI/AAAAAAAAABM/g_gtCZsoFGE/s320/09-08-07_1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096652706062362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrrysghhaPI/AAAAAAAAABU/p71W5WWhQNk/s1600-h/09-08-07_1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrrysghhaPI/AAAAAAAAABU/p71W5WWhQNk/s320/09-08-07_1720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096652774781839602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf, it is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ will dance for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/ naughty dance only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-748500723884016000?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/748500723884016000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=748500723884016000' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/748500723884016000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/748500723884016000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/spread-my-cheeks-please_09.html' title='Spread my cheeks please'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrryCwhhaMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t5k9II546f0/s72-c/rs1_kdu_141004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-853011833689957390</id><published>2007-08-07T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T04:38:47.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nescafe or Duitcafe?</title><content type='html'>Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went for my driving test. Yes i did. It was the usual usual. Arrived at 8.15 a.m. Waited for about 2 hours then only was called up to do the slope, parking and 3-point turn test. Aced it with a bang. Spun my tires on the slope just for the fun of it (got ppl watching okay!), did the parking and 3-point turn in like 3 minutes all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as usual, malaysian style, had to wait till about 1.45 p.m. then only i could take my road test. I was lucky as it just stopped raining. Before that it was not only raining cats and dogs, it was dinosaurs and mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bla bla bla, did the test. I knew i was gonna pass already. Why? just read on first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jpj instructor tried to strike up a conversation with me, asked me if i was still a secondary school student. I said " bukan lah, sudah masuk college. nampak muda sangat ke?" then i smiled at her. Walau, she smile back in a very "im horny" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost hit the car in front. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i knew that i was gonna pass the driving? Coz i already gave the jpj some "nescafe" before the test. Guaranteed passed lah. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she ticked "tidak membetulkan kedua-dua cermin tepi". I dont know why, because i did adjust it. Oh well, 18/20 is expected lah, since coffee has already been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to wait 2 weeks for the license. Then i can start driving around in my pimped out papaya proton saga! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s  i have yet to make papaya poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-853011833689957390?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/853011833689957390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=853011833689957390' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/853011833689957390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/853011833689957390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/nescafe-or-duitcafe.html' title='Nescafe or Duitcafe?'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-6566660892453636444</id><published>2007-08-05T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:56:04.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttocks and jam makes a good sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIMPSONS&lt;/span&gt;! wasn't it a good cartoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer Simpson is god, he is my king. Totally worship him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; he is one heck of a lousy dad, i wish homer is my dad. Wooohooo. Duff Beer! MMmmm. Beeer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i watched it like two days before the actual release date. It was the premier, at GSC 1utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got to brag it all to my friends, but they did not believe me when i told them that i watched it. Dumb losers! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(heh, no la, just talking cock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have the picture of the ticket to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A donut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYBpwhhaHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sjhZVhpyQTE/s1600-h/24-07-07_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYBpwhhaHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sjhZVhpyQTE/s320/24-07-07_2024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095261845328062578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it the ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYB1ghhaII/AAAAAAAAAAc/53n6xmflUo8/s1600-h/24-07-07_2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYB1ghhaII/AAAAAAAAAAc/53n6xmflUo8/s320/24-07-07_2025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095262047191525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some homer bookmark! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYB-AhhaJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XumitVLYIgQ/s1600-h/24-07-07_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYB-AhhaJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XumitVLYIgQ/s320/24-07-07_2026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095262193220413586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving test tommorow, 1.5 k essay to be completed by 8oclock. What a shitty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-6566660892453636444?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/6566660892453636444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=6566660892453636444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6566660892453636444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/6566660892453636444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/buttocks-and-jam-makes-good-sandwich.html' title='Buttocks and jam makes a good sandwich'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oIvpuJf0E88/RrYBpwhhaHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sjhZVhpyQTE/s72-c/24-07-07_2024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3803428257694413625.post-5956467160359373585</id><published>2007-08-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:29:04.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st entry.</title><content type='html'>Dear folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Derrick Ooi and i like to eat papayas. Well, okay, that is a lie. I just like the name papaya. I also like banana. But i think papaya makes your poop smell like papaya too. So woohoo! Thats great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In papaya, out papaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaya seeds are black and slimy. Its looks like how this one time, i sneezed hard on little tiny black pebbles, it was all slimy and shit. Hence, papaya seed lookalike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, first entries suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3803428257694413625-5956467160359373585?l=papayakid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/feeds/5956467160359373585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3803428257694413625&amp;postID=5956467160359373585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/5956467160359373585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3803428257694413625/posts/default/5956467160359373585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://papayakid.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-entry.html' title='1st entry.'/><author><name>Stain On My Shirt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VckQfEYtUsc/Te4aK0U0eyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qs_5BKdmKuc/s220/stain2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
