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    <title>Potato..anyone?</title>
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    <description>.Done.For.</description>
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      <title>dudes, </title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/415.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 12:30:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>kulitpisang.blogdrive.com has officially moved.
decipher this:
moc.sserpdrow.sleepananab\:ptth</description>
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      <title>man,</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/414.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 04:09:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i gotta get a new web host. and a new blog. this one is way ancient. geez.</description>
      <comments>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/comments?id=414</comments>
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      <title>on the way</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/413.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:19:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>back from the airport, my parents were making up friendly chat with the cabbie. you know how the conversations go; they talk about everything and anything under the sun. His ringtone sang miow everytime his phone rang. And halfway through the convo they were talking about corruption. 
It's like a mandatory thing if you wanna make up chat with cabbies. You gotta talk a little politics, cause they love talking about that. Cabbie was saying something like, beri sikit pun complain, tapi kalau beri lebih complain jugak. 
In the plane there was a magazine in the little pocket at the back of the... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/comments?id=413</comments>
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      <title>The million dollar question</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 11:37:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Am I going to make myself happy?
Or am I going to let the bad energy get to me?
Well, it is December, and slumber parties can do that much to lift your spirits =)
I think I'll go with the former. Christmas is the time to be jolly ;p I think it's going to be one hell of a holiday; can feel it in my bones *whistles*</description>
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      <title>Whenever</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 17:55:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I hear Rhinestone Cowboy on the radio I feel like buying a horse.
Was out with the cousins today. Watched Bee Movie because the other shows were screening way too late.
Hey here's food for thought. If you have child with you while in a cinema, keep her in her seat. It's not that hard. Put her there. Keep a watchful eye over her. Make sure she doesn't prance around. And shut her up, if possible. If your child hits someone in front on the head not once, but multiple times, gee, I wonder, should you have the courtesy to apologize? Or let the person in front throw a sideway glare and... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/comments?id=411</comments>
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      <title>I need some</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/410.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 19:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>perspective. 
What was that thing they say about surrounding yourself with positive people, negating the bad vibes you get and replacing them with warm, fuzzy feelings?
Bullshit.
At this point in my life, I almost think that's impossible. How on earth can I get through a day without encountering one single person that can spurt out crap like there's no end to it? Crap, crap, crap and oh look, more crap. Gee. I guess some of the shit you throw on the wall does stick after all. The only way I see out is to stay at home the whole friggin' day. Because if someone doesn't churn out the crap,... (more)</description>
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      <title>ell oooo ellll</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/409.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 12:07:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>hahahaha i was reading all the keywords that led people to my blog and one of them was 'muhaimin is retarded' hahahahaha</description>
      <comments>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/comments?id=409</comments>
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      <title>I'm still awaiting</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/408.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:25:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>complete freedom, which is torturous considering that I couldn't be happier lazing on the couch and randomly flipping through trash channels. Yesterday didn't happen with . . too much joy. I still didn't feel the need to throw out my notes when I came home. I still didn't feel the need to shove my books in a place where the sun don't shine. I didn't feel the need to do something out of the ordinary to celebrate temporary emancipation.
All I could think of was of fries, Oreo McFlurry and uploading pictures onto Facebook. I always end my evening with an oreo mcflurry if I'm feeling especially... (more)</description>
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      <title>Cursed Coke</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/407.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 16:36:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It's like this plague, whenever I have a cup full of something, it always almost never fails to spill. It's like Murphy's Law, but only because I know what it is. 
There was one time when a cup was in my way. Literally. Somehow at the back of my mind I knew that cup was going to tip over. And it did. I accidentally knocked it over. Was that subconsciously done?
But then what if it spills when it's in your hands? I blame it on the cup. Or the person who poured it into that particular cup and then fatefully handed it to me on that day, with the liquid inside the cup, prone to spilling.... (more)</description>
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      <title>So many things</title>
      <link>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/archive/406.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 10:48:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I want to do. 
crossroads
decisions
fading laughter
jubilation
mixed feelings
perverse
Sometimes I don't know how I keep sane.</description>
      <comments>http://bananapeels.blogdrive.com/comments?id=406</comments>
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