<?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-4576859336093284871</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:05:06.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thus, she spoke</title><subtitle type='html'>Put up, or shut up. It's THAT simple</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3384669708734086177</id><published>2010-09-27T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:28:09.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 30, the end</title><content type='html'>I have decided to leave blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't like it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I will go to tumblr,&lt;br /&gt;Because its name is cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blogspot, you have been kind to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are a place where I can be all I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can let it all out,&lt;br /&gt;And write whatever I want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell,&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-3384669708734086177?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3384669708734086177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3384669708734086177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3384669708734086177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3384669708734086177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-30-end.html' title='Chapter 30, the end'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5905286159752381223</id><published>2010-08-14T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:06:00.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 29, who are you writing for?</title><content type='html'>I think I came across a realisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've always tried to write for other people, instead of writing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think advertising made me write from the public's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Understand how they think, Fo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do they do what they do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into their minds, put yourself in their shoes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You have to think harder Fo. Keep asking yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what my lecturer has been telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives people to buy things that they don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the money that they don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna stop thinking about how other people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm tired of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start writing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something unexpected just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm scared, and curious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll know soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-5905286159752381223?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5905286159752381223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5905286159752381223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5905286159752381223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5905286159752381223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/08/chapter-29-who-are-you-writing-for.html' title='Chapter 29, who are you writing for?'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-4313339136993404228</id><published>2010-07-18T03:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:14:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28, White blood</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I didn't like being told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  preschool, I was too busy fighting with boys while the girls played  'masak-masak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask for Hot Wheels instead of a Barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary school, I'd spend my time running away  from the senior prefects because I didn't wanna wear a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tuck in  my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And button up my sleeves. And wear a name tag. And pin up my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a prefect back then. And there was a lot of things I didn't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the teachers made me  into one so they could... tame me I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, discipline me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less. I  was too busy climbing trees at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess.. While  everyone else was lining up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bicycle. I'd spend hours  riding it. Even during fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I wanted to try  something else with the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "What if my right hand was on the left  handle bar and and the left hand was on the right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I  crossed my hands, and started pedaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second there, it  looked like I was actually cycling! Like for real! Hands crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was soooooo happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment lasted 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  then I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee tore. I bled for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw  some white stuff. I thought it was white blood or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was the first time I saw my own blood.. trickling down my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't remember it hurting. Just lots and lots of blood. I thought I was  tough and all y'know? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised but not crying. Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  went to my mum and told that my knee was bleeding. And there was some  white blood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum said, "People don't bleed out white blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lifted the cloth that was covering my knee and said, "Then what's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be my tendon. Or was it my ligament? Might be my bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the white stuff that connects stuff which is surrounding by loads of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I dunno. Go ask a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's when I found out that people don't bleed white blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  that something bad usually happens when a sentence starts with 'what  if...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, if it doesn't start with 'what if...' then  you'll never know if it could actually work or not. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be the one who says "Once I tried...." rather than "I've never done that before. What's that like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  we never experimented, we would never make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we never  made mistakes, we would never learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a scar on my knee that looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TEIMuU1HTWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHNMgfOtGHE/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-18+at+03.59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TEIMuU1HTWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHNMgfOtGHE/s320/Photo+on+2010-07-18+at+03.59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494968485350428002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-4313339136993404228?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4313339136993404228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=4313339136993404228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4313339136993404228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4313339136993404228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/07/chapter-28-white-blood_18.html' title='Chapter 28, White blood'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TEIMuU1HTWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHNMgfOtGHE/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-18+at+03.59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-8241433889814485609</id><published>2010-06-12T05:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:02:15.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27, Chocolate couture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TBcVGp53LvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7nxCTm7oaRQ/s1600/flake_ad2_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 408px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TBcVGp53LvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7nxCTm7oaRQ/s320/flake_ad2_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482874275418812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's  the first thing that comes to mind when you see this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion?  Wind? Art? Couture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous fabric with way too much movement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd  probably be thinking along the lines of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be  more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's purpose, has  little to do with fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new ad for Cadbury Flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion  meets advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't get  any sweeter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it looks like a  jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, watch the 1-minute video down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-8241433889814485609?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/TBcVGp53LvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7nxCTm7oaRQ/s72-c/flake_ad2_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-9033795170633549105</id><published>2010-06-12T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T05:18:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26, Cadbury Flake TV commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o72M-Z6qhJg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o72M-Z6qhJg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" 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type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/chapter-26-chocolate-couture_12.html' title='Chapter 26, Cadbury Flake TV commercial'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-7568128974481455858</id><published>2010-05-20T02:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T03:27:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25, This cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S_Q7D6IeskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zWQ-kjq_VNQ/s1600/catincup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S_Q7D6IeskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zWQ-kjq_VNQ/s320/catincup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473064385492464194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a cool cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cat was anything but fat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it can walk and stalk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but then again.. it doesn't talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? because it's a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This cat used to be pretty lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other cats were kinda phony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those cats were boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they wouldn't stop purring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this cat wants another it can call 'homie'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And then one day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This cat met another cat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they felt some sparks and started to chat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the two found each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who seemed like no other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they made their connection right off the bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This cat's pretty happy now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this cat didn't really know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but how doesn't really matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything just feels better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this cat's pretty happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-7568128974481455858?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7568128974481455858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=7568128974481455858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/7568128974481455858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/7568128974481455858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-was-once-cool-cat-cat-was.html' title='Chapter 25, This cat'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S_Q7D6IeskI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zWQ-kjq_VNQ/s72-c/catincup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3459253625668983439</id><published>2010-04-10T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:58:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24, The Dainty Violet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was a girl who seemed unsure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she seeks around, looking for a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Inside she wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she yearns and ponders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of what she wants, be it defined or obscure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She explores the world, learning how to live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in time she learned how to be persuasive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To be furtive, but not be passive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes she did, she learned how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Her quest is yet to have an ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's not up and about, walking around pretending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In time we'll know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she'll put on a show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of something unnerving and intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She stands out in a sea of crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unfazed by people around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's one of a kind, as you now know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she's like a river, she goes with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For eyes that look but do not see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Those eyes know nothing of what is beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's aight, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have to say, I'm impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see in her, what's not in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sappho once said, "What is beautiful is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and who is good is beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So it matters not how one looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As long as she's not being a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-- Farhana Osman, FO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-3459253625668983439?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3459253625668983439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3459253625668983439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3459253625668983439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3459253625668983439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/chapter-24-dainty-violet.html' title='Chapter 24, The Dainty Violet'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5710767393182500033</id><published>2010-03-17T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:51:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23, the big 2-0</title><content type='html'>When you're 20,&lt;br /&gt;you realise that people start calling you 'kak'&lt;br /&gt;Instead of 'dik'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 20,&lt;br /&gt;you'll realise that you gotta start taking things a little more seriously&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you start to think more.&lt;br /&gt;You learn to hold your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;You watch, and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realise that there are certain boundaries in life.&lt;br /&gt;I think..&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries are created by people who are scared.&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries don't just keep other people out,&lt;br /&gt;they cage you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We confuse reality with things that are made up in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;We see lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lines that are blurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, things that are black and white,&lt;br /&gt;become gray areas.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do, when there are so many shades of gray?&lt;br /&gt;Does it even matter?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we cross those lines anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to find some kind of silver lining on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Like..&lt;br /&gt;A knight in shining armour.&lt;br /&gt;A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;A light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the other side turns out to be messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, LIFE, is messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were MADE in a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;or living room, or bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever your parents decide to procreate&lt;br /&gt;It's still messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were BORN in a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch some birth videos and you can see&lt;br /&gt;See the gunk that covers your body as a baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;And messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We LIVE in a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's basically Mother Nature getting pissed at us.&lt;br /&gt;She flipped the brid.&lt;br /&gt;She unleashed her wrath.&lt;br /&gt;There's Katrina, El Nino, Rita&lt;br /&gt;They're all girly names for natural disasters right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's Her way of saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fuck all y'all for treatin' me like shit! Imma shake things up for y'all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just made Mother Nature very ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hear things on the news like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crickey! Take a look at that! It's Hurricane Bob!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;What else is there?&lt;br /&gt;Tina, Patricia, Angelica, Barbara&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm just making things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've made up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;20 will be different.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be more.. 'responsible'&lt;br /&gt;IF, that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;To think what's best for me, and only me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's selfish. But what matters is how I see myself through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's me, being me.&lt;br /&gt;A more serious me.&lt;br /&gt;At least, me being serious and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastically serious? Or seriously sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think age is just another boundary&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a choice, but to let it come.&lt;br /&gt;We either welcome it with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;Or give em the 'cold shoulder'&lt;br /&gt;The only choice we have&lt;br /&gt;is whether we want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some food for thought for y'all out there.&lt;br /&gt;Being serious can be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I think this is the only post I have without emoticons. I'm expressing myself through words. Sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-5710767393182500033?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5710767393182500033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5710767393182500033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5710767393182500033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5710767393182500033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-23-big-2-0.html' title='Chapter 23, the big 2-0'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-6899855340189015788</id><published>2010-02-10T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:44:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22, how Crocs came about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S3GleqC_55I/AAAAAAAAAGI/v3te7AkNj68/s1600-h/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S3GleqC_55I/AAAAAAAAAGI/v3te7AkNj68/s320/crocs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436308171314423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocs are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;It's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know something ugly could be trendy.&lt;br /&gt;The ones for the ladies are okay, cuz they look rather nice on ones feet.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like the big ones men would wear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing this is how Crocs came about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a group of construction workers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They had really nice muscles because they lift heavy stuff everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And they enjoy fishing, and drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;And they don't shave much, so they're quite scruffy and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, one day they decided to go fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They headed off to a nearby river with all their fishing gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they got there, they put their rain boots on and began reeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But one of them was feeling rather.. "one-with-nature"&lt;br /&gt;He started doing yoga recently, because he wanted to be more flexible.&lt;br /&gt;For his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he's been very in-tuned to his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he wanted to feel the water between his toes,&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't want the rocks to slice his feet.&lt;br /&gt;Because he thought sharks might come and attack him if he started bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't very smart,&lt;br /&gt;but he was quite creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He said to himself, "Hhmm.. this won't do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And voila! He had an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He took a nail and started making holes in his construction boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That way, he can dip his feet in water without getting cuts on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;He was relieved, knowing that sharks won't attack him.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, he wasn't very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Crocs began as an outdoor shoe.&lt;br /&gt;And noooow, they sell them in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same with checkered shirts.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to a point where everyone looked like they are in uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;Just in different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, bye.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;amp;postID=6899855340189015788#" onclick="togglePostOptions(); return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-6899855340189015788?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6899855340189015788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=6899855340189015788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6899855340189015788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6899855340189015788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-22-crocs-and-lengths.html' title='Chapter 22, how Crocs came about'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/S3GleqC_55I/AAAAAAAAAGI/v3te7AkNj68/s72-c/crocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5201329469395320940</id><published>2010-01-14T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:15:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21, Coke makes you happy</title><content type='html'>I was browsing thru the web, and I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fantastic. Such a simple way to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;Make people spread their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://adland.tv/sites/default/modules/swftools/shared/flash_media_player/player.swf'" width="'533'" height="'332'" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allowfullscreen="'true'" allownetworking="'all'" flashvars="image=http://adland.tv/adland_video/149278/4241/thumb.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://adland.tv/sites/default/modules/adland_video/modieus.swf&amp;amp;file=http://adland.tv/adland_video/149278/4241/embed.mp4&amp;amp;plugins=viral-2&amp;amp;viral.allowmenu=true&amp;amp;viral.link=http://adland.tv/commercials/coke-coca-cola-happiness-machine-2010-200-usa&amp;amp;viral.onpause=true&amp;amp;viral.oncomplete=true&amp;amp;viral.functions=embed,link"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adland.tv/commercials/coke-coca-cola-happiness-machine-2010-200-usa"&gt;Coke / Coca-Cola - The Happiness machine - (2010) 2:00 (USA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-5201329469395320940?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5201329469395320940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5201329469395320940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5201329469395320940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5201329469395320940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-21-coke-makes-you-happy.html' title='Chapter 21, Coke makes you happy'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3450905030159769526</id><published>2009-11-30T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:59:37.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20, LRT misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SxKoEXCrMRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Z4xGpAzJ9E/s1600/malaysia_putra_lrt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SxKoEXCrMRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Z4xGpAzJ9E/s320/malaysia_putra_lrt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409570895283564818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in an LRT, you're expected to make room for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who are disabled, old or pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when there's no more seats left,&lt;br /&gt;and a pregnant lady stands next to you,&lt;br /&gt;you're expected to give up your seat.&lt;br /&gt;After all, she has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a person growing inside of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happens that today, I had to take the LRT cuz my car wont start.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way back from college.&lt;br /&gt;There were no seats left, but it wasn't crowded.&lt;br /&gt;There was this woman standing next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting, so my head was practically at the same level as her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was looking at her, scanning her from top to bottom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her hair, legs, how she talks, what she wears..&lt;br /&gt;Semua lah.&lt;br /&gt;I think, observing sounds better, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was making an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't judge me, everyone does that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, you pun. Jgn tipu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was staring..&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't make it obvious. I was busy texting someone.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I mean pretending to. It's not nice to stare kan?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it's fine to stare as long as no one else notices.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh, there's pregnant lady. I should offer her my seat, right?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, what if she's not pregnant? What if that's just a tummy?&lt;br /&gt;A tummy with no baby..&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuck, that'd be pretty awkward right?&lt;br /&gt;She'd be cursing me till I die cuz I thought she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;When she's actually not.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put my shades on and pretend that I'm blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And then I remember fiddling with my phone a while ago..&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to text.&lt;br /&gt;Which blind person can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested my head to the side and pretended to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she left soon after.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering whether she's pregnant or not.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I can go up to her and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Miss, I think you should have a seat. Pregnant ladies should conserve energy whenever they can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Conserve energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesss, I made her sound like an appliance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pregnant appliance.. that's energy-saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she pregnant, or not?&lt;br /&gt;Hhmm.. I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-3450905030159769526?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3450905030159769526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3450905030159769526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3450905030159769526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3450905030159769526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-20-lrt-misunderstanding.html' title='Chapter 20, LRT misunderstanding'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SxKoEXCrMRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4Z4xGpAzJ9E/s72-c/malaysia_putra_lrt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-1323220471459585657</id><published>2009-11-05T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:45:29.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19, there's this thing called PERSONAL SPACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/Su8QeF2TjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1SsGWN4CGk/s1600-h/xkcd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/Su8QeF2TjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1SsGWN4CGk/s320/xkcd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399552587392585490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the irony of this picture!&lt;br /&gt;This is some funny shit man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've always wondered..&lt;br /&gt;Why the &lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt; hell do people say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'free gifts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Which &lt;strike&gt;fucker&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart ass&lt;/span&gt; came up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aren't all gifts free?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm sitting on a bench or a chair,&lt;br /&gt;reading a newspaper or a magazine&lt;br /&gt;And then some head comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hovering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;next to me&lt;br /&gt;Reading the paper&lt;br /&gt;WITH ME. NEXT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;He or she is so close, I could hear them BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;If that's not bad enough, they smell too!&lt;br /&gt;WTF! Bloody &lt;strike&gt;shit&lt;/strike&gt; hell.&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing called PERSONAL SPACE&lt;br /&gt;It's my space. And yes, it's personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should come up with a list of behaviours that annoy me..&lt;br /&gt;Next post lah. It might take a while :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Au revoir~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-1323220471459585657?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1323220471459585657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=1323220471459585657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/1323220471459585657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/1323220471459585657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-19.html' title='Chapter 19, there&apos;s this thing called PERSONAL SPACE'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/Su8QeF2TjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1SsGWN4CGk/s72-c/xkcd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-4475257376730456111</id><published>2009-10-17T03:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T04:04:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18, let's be suggestive, shall we? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Behind every great woman, there's a guy looking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at her ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't do it in the garden, in the pool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or even in the back seat of a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love might be blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but people aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of backseats.. be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kids + back seat = accidents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Accidents + back seats = kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kids you didn't plan having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men can fake relationships &amp;amp; marriages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women can do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's one thing that men can't fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's orgasms :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is not just a mental disorder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It might also be a sexually transmitted disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shall end this post with one of my favourite quotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I make mistakes, I'm outta control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and at times, a little hard to handle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if you can't handle me at my worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-4475257376730456111?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4475257376730456111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=4475257376730456111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4475257376730456111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4475257376730456111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-18-lets-be-suggestive-shall-we.html' title='Chapter 18, let&apos;s be suggestive, shall we? ;)'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-344988522621674899</id><published>2009-10-14T22:47:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:57:54.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17, Auntie Fofo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeap! The title of this post says it all. Fofo sudah jadi Auntie.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't call me 'makcik'. Sungguh tak glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World, meet Tara Dania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture was taken the day she was born, 12th Oct '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/StXmrMCDmTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k0Kj5rWuLR8/s1600-h/tara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/StXmrMCDmTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k0Kj5rWuLR8/s320/tara2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392469758484650290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/StXmk-tx6hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6Fq2wt7-zEQ/s1600-h/tara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/StXmk-tx6hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6Fq2wt7-zEQ/s320/tara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392469651830729234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's very bulat. And she smells like a baby :P&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't do much. She just sleeps and breastfeeds...&lt;br /&gt;She can wiggle2 a bit.&lt;br /&gt;She'd open her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and then give me this.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-are-you-looking-at&lt;/span&gt; punya face&lt;br /&gt;And she poops too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;She can do all that while being cute.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to picit2 her pipi till she cries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people staring at me 24/7 thinking I'm God's greatest gift.&lt;br /&gt;Not like Tara. People look at her and go "aaww~"&lt;br /&gt;I don't get an "aaww~". I get "weeeiiii~"&lt;br /&gt;Or "wooooiiiiii" :P&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Dearest Tara, you'll have a wonderful life ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home more often.&lt;br /&gt;Nak kena jadi 'Auntie yang berhemah &amp;amp; bertauliah'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-344988522621674899?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/344988522621674899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=344988522621674899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/344988522621674899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/344988522621674899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-17-auntie-fofo.html' title='Chapter 17, Auntie Fofo'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/StXmrMCDmTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k0Kj5rWuLR8/s72-c/tara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-7757255969779586853</id><published>2009-08-14T01:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:44:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16, Twilight &amp; poems ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, I've decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;give Twilight a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I figured, beneath all that hype, there must be something nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I gotta know what that vampire stuff is all about before I say more.&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood didn't really give Twilight a fair chance tho..&lt;br /&gt;Pri said it's one of those books you can just get hooked on.&lt;br /&gt;She said in a way it's better than Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Completely bull..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; But that's just my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;grrr.... &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S FLYING OFF DAAAAAHHH! :(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss Lye, Pri &amp;amp; Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bored&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this poem&lt;br /&gt;My most recent breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be quick to judge&lt;br /&gt;And please don't hold a grudge&lt;br /&gt;I did this just to kill time&lt;br /&gt;To give myself some peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who wanted a lady&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't want one who is all bitchy&lt;br /&gt;He thought and pondered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Which one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Would be a good fit for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a pretty lassie&lt;br /&gt;To make him call her honey&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps eyes that are dreamy&lt;br /&gt;To cool him down when he's angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a body shaped like a coke bottle&lt;br /&gt;Can make him feel civil and humble&lt;br /&gt;Or does it take a complete whore&lt;br /&gt;To make his heart feel at war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it takes a total skank&lt;br /&gt;Which chains he'd want to yank&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a fuller figure&lt;br /&gt;That might pull his trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lass who seemed sweet&lt;br /&gt;But turns out, she's a freak in the sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he needs a total fox&lt;br /&gt;Whose drinks are always on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it takes ample bosom&lt;br /&gt;To make him wanna have a threesome&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps a woman with class&lt;br /&gt;Who also has a nice arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;He'll know to whom he belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-7757255969779586853?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7757255969779586853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=7757255969779586853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/7757255969779586853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/7757255969779586853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-16-give-twilight-chance.html' title='Chapter 16, Twilight &amp; poems ;)'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5317592768874112791</id><published>2009-08-04T03:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:50:26.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15, I've always wondered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had certain questions that are just so... stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I've been told that there's no such thing as a stupid question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well, here goes nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinema&lt;/span&gt;, which side of the cupholder is mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What about the armrest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numbers &lt;/span&gt;on a telephone and a calculator reversed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is this saying “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if all is not lost&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes no sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If all is not lost, then where the hell is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heard of this rhyme before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Beans beans, the musical fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    The more you eat, the more you toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    The more you eat, the better you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    So eat your bean for every meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I understand that beans are good for the digestive system and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But aren't beans vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; crop circle&lt;/span&gt; is the shape of a triangle or a square,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it still called crop circle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why does everyone sound American when they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing in English&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brits, Scots, Aussies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But when an Indonesian sings, they sound like they're from Siam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4NxzlmihiI"&gt;lol watch this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;handcuff &lt;/span&gt;someone who's only got one hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would they like.. handcuff his ankles instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never heard someone who's actually SEEN people putting up a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tau2, eh! Iklan baru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holes &lt;/span&gt;in those jacob's crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've always wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up until today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, on earth, do Superheros wear their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undies &lt;/span&gt;on the outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes peeing that much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do they still wear undies inside the costume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-5317592768874112791?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5317592768874112791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5317592768874112791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5317592768874112791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5317592768874112791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-15-ive-always-wondered.html' title='Chapter 15, I&apos;ve always wondered...'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5527019257339562021</id><published>2009-07-15T01:38:00.064+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:19:37.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14, it's finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzZq8Sw32I/AAAAAAAAAFc/v5_QhcZPNR4/s1600-h/harry-potter-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzZq8Sw32I/AAAAAAAAAFc/v5_QhcZPNR4/s320/harry-potter-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358396988426608482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUkFFTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7UHRNGRek8/s1600-h/hpginnyron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUkFFTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7UHRNGRek8/s320/hpginnyron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358391372968838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUZu1rJJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UJnmWZRR-Fw/s1600-h/hpdumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUZu1rJJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UJnmWZRR-Fw/s320/hpdumble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358391195199022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUs81JtZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7BJs-7qNWEw/s1600-h/hphermyhorace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzUs81JtZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7BJs-7qNWEw/s320/hphermyhorace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358391525372442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzU5AIYwHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-XpPnbni3dw/s1600-h/hpsnapemalfoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzU5AIYwHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-XpPnbni3dw/s320/hpsnapemalfoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358391732416856178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARRY POTTER IS COMING! TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so excited I might just wet my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah I'm a fanatic. Screw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;TWILIGHT, eat shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'll never be as big as Harry Potter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a mosquito flying near my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got too excited about killing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would've been thoroughly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If only the mosquito had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Their sound is annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Annoying, like the itch they give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll kill you some other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not now cuz I have a test later at 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry I got bored and I was feeling 'artistic'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The irony of the mosquito's survival boggles my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-5527019257339562021?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5527019257339562021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5527019257339562021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5527019257339562021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5527019257339562021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-14-its-finally-here.html' title='Chapter 14, it&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlzZq8Sw32I/AAAAAAAAAFc/v5_QhcZPNR4/s72-c/harry-potter-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-6224486775901589010</id><published>2009-07-13T01:37:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:12:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13, work stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work at a credit service company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyday I call customers and ask them to pay their installments&lt;br /&gt;for their TV and all that shit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Same old shit, every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know how those people can stand working there for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay was not bad la for a high school grad.&lt;br /&gt;TAPI BOSAN MACAM NAK MATI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I couldn't handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Japanese boss. He's very punctual and anal about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He walks really fast.. like he's got something stuck up his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Strict and stern as hell. Like I said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Toilet break was limited to 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mine turned into a 20-minute smoking/eating/sleeping break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Macam sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I quit after 2 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I came across this really.. stupid.. foolish.. tak pergi skolah punya customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's like the... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;makcik datin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; yang suka pakai gelang byk2 punya type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who can't really speak english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But desperately wants to be glamorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the conversation went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A**N credit service. Farhana speaking. How may I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Ah. Yes cik Farhana. Can I go to customer service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Excuse me? Are you asking about our HQ location?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Eh noooo.. Customer service lah. Can I talk to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uhh.. miss, all of us here are working under customer service. Can you be more specific?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Oh, wait eehh. I go check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*Background voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Yaaaaaang! Apa nak ckp niii? Customer service apa eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*Man's voice mumbling something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Yes, Can direct me to customer service DEPARTMENT, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, no problem. Which department are you referring to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: The one who talk with the customer laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*I hung up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoooiiii! Stress!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooiiii!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;CUSTOMER SERVICE MANA YANG TAK CKP DGN CUSTOMER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I swear I did not have the patience for that kind of.. intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say.. Lack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-6224486775901589010?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6224486775901589010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=6224486775901589010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6224486775901589010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6224486775901589010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-13-work-stories.html' title='Chapter 13, work stories'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3581097942496650449</id><published>2009-07-09T18:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:13:22.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12, let's get it on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is by far the cutest, funniest condom commercial I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Durex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c0c634ef52bdb0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3581097942496650449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3581097942496650449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3581097942496650449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-12-lets-get-it-on.html' title='Chapter 12, let&apos;s get it on!'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3589672158329423970</id><published>2009-07-07T18:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:13:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11, bleeding advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish people would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;stop questioning Megan Fox's gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It doesn't matter if she's a dude or a chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or a dude with prominent feminine features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of if she's straight or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's bisexual as a matter of fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's smokin' hot. And that's all to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other note, I came across this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlM1NIUDw3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AUvPjwhCE7Q/s1600-h/Bleeding+billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlM1NIUDw3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AUvPjwhCE7Q/s320/Bleeding+billboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355682881559839602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlM1acRiRUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KftwUFTYvQY/s1600-h/Bleeding+billboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlM1acRiRUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KftwUFTYvQY/s320/Bleeding+billboard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355683110256264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a print ad for a road safety campaign done in New Zealand. Pretty cool ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They wanted people to slow down when it rained. They used the conditions themselves (in this case, the rain) together with the roadside billboards to communicate the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So when it rained, beautiful portraits of people on billboards started to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Easter is usually the worst time of year for road accidents in New Zealand. The reason is the holiday rush combined with the first heavy rain after summer. The client wanted to remind people to “drive to the conditions”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How successful was this campaign ad? For starters, no one died that year during Easter. No fatalities. Limiting to the area that this print was located of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can't Malaysia have cool ads like this? Pfft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4576859336093284871-3589672158329423970?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3589672158329423970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3589672158329423970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3589672158329423970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3589672158329423970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-11-bleeding-advertising.html' title='Chapter 11, bleeding advertising'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SlM1NIUDw3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/AUvPjwhCE7Q/s72-c/Bleeding+billboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-5355826000161505016</id><published>2009-05-22T06:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:13:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10, labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't understand why people do that at times.. Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People, are such detailed creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even in general, we are all so very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, some of us share certain similarities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But similarities should not explain us as a 'whole'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Similarities.. It's a part of you. It's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our differences set us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are you. As I am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not like you.. In fact, I'm probably nothing like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If a man, was attracted to another man, does that make him gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or is it just the laws of attraction that draws us to each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Attraction is just attraction. Like a feeling is just a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is 'okay' a feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then why do we sometimes say, "I'm okay"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dunno.. Perhaps the guy was giving out really strong pheromones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And maybe the pheromones were misinterpreted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Creating mixed signals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't like writing too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Too many words can make things.. mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you for your time. Good luck with whatever the hell you were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4576859336093284871-5355826000161505016?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5355826000161505016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=5355826000161505016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5355826000161505016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/5355826000161505016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-10-labels.html' title='Chapter 10, labels'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-694449926846590635</id><published>2009-05-09T06:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:49:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9, sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sarcasm is a useful tool don't you think? Best way to indirectly tell someone how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How bout this for kicks.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a special person. There's no one like you out there. You're definitely 'one in a million'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fo says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are 6 billion people in the world. Which means, there are 6 000 people EXACTLY like you. So, d'you still feel special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do? Good for you :) You're 'special' indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout this instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try adding "If you know what I mean" to ANY sentence&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, it sounds a tad bit off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you ever become a mother, can I have one of your puppies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? ;) No? You bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re too open-minded, your brains will fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-694449926846590635?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/694449926846590635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=694449926846590635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/694449926846590635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/694449926846590635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-9-sarcasm.html' title='Chapter 9, sarcasm'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-3662781454028683646</id><published>2009-03-21T06:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:19:27.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8, Earth Hour Charity Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://axcess.com.my/s_earthhour.asp?id=9702649301826518145030380719862885642556"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EARTH HOUR CHARITY WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show you support by joining the Earth Hour Charity Walk on the &lt;b&gt;28th of March, Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM10 only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walk starts at Persiaran CapSquare, continues along Jalan Ampang and back to Persiaran CapSquare. It'll take about 25-30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a countdown to KEGELAPAN. There's a perfect view of KL tower turning off their lights at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Performances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire-eating show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brass band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oriental drums&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acoustic performances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerleading (Charm All-Stars) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's watch KL go black!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every participant will get a &lt;b&gt;FREE&lt;/b&gt; Earth Hour t-shirt and a Recycle Goodie Bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't wear heels&lt;/b&gt;! It's a walk for Mother Nature, not fashion :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://axcess.com.my/s_earthhour.asp?id=9702649301826518145030380719862885642556"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Earth Hour CHARITY WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-3662781454028683646?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://axcess.com.my/s_earthhour.asp?id=9702649301826518145030380719862885642556' title='Chapter 8, Earth Hour Charity Walk'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3662781454028683646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=3662781454028683646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3662781454028683646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/3662781454028683646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-8-earth-hour-charity-walk.html' title='Chapter 8, Earth Hour Charity Walk'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-8681778663914663265</id><published>2009-03-14T02:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:48:38.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7, Facebook dalam BM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;Pertama sekali, saya ingin mengatakan bahawa saya tidak mempunyai tanggapan yang buruk terhadap bahasa ibunda saya. Ini hanya pendapat saya tentang perbezaan Facebook jika diterjemahkan dalam BM. Dengan itu, saya ucapkan, selamat membaca! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* * * * *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daaamn son.. My BM is horrendous! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Facebook in BM is the ugliest thing ever.&lt;div&gt;I just logged out. I was too confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T NAVIGATE AROUND THE NEW LAYOUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak tackle layout lama pun dah satu hal. Dia tukar lagiiiiii~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaiiihhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I logged into my Facebook account, and what do you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in BM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes almost popped outta my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already having enough trouble analysing the new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la tadahal la. I figured I should give it a go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to see whether it's user-friendly or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was searching around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cari butang English, tak jumpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cari butang 'Old Facebook', tak jumpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba, something caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sila lihat dinding ke dinding"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perrrggghhhh.. buruk gila! Try saying that, tapi stress on the 'd' for the dinding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DINDING KE DINDING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious shit tak lawa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay, takpa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I clicked a few stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Click*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the usual. Komen.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Click*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halaman Utama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Browsing, browsing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Suapan baru'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE- ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooooohhhh.. News Feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of all the translated terms, my favourite has got to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;'CUIT'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in Poke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poke Farhana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuit Farhana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeeiiiii.. geli geli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random moment; Geli mat mat maaat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_qcQWSNepM"&gt;WATCH THIS YOUTUBE VIDEO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! I swear this thing is HILARIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuba if MSN was in BM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nudge jadi apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEGAR? USIK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEGAR Farhana.. USIK Farhana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya Allah.. Cannot cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rest my case. Penat kerut dahi bukak Facebook tadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: If I knew the perfect word for 'cheers' in BM, I'd use that to end my post. Sapa tau 'cheers' in BM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-8681778663914663265?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8681778663914663265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=8681778663914663265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/8681778663914663265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/8681778663914663265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-7-facebook-dalam-bm.html' title='Chapter 7, Facebook dalam BM'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-6485533381321397246</id><published>2009-02-25T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:46:16.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6, PUKI?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SaU891hqRHI/AAAAAAAAACo/D0pRO-8AM3I/s1600-h/puki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714768963945586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SaU891hqRHI/AAAAAAAAACo/D0pRO-8AM3I/s400/puki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaysia needs better street names lah.. Apahal ada &lt;strong&gt;PUKI &lt;/strong&gt;pulak niii.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'-.- adddoooiiiii&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-6485533381321397246?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6485533381321397246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=6485533381321397246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6485533381321397246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6485533381321397246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-6-puki.html' title='Chapter 6, PUKI?!'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SaU891hqRHI/AAAAAAAAACo/D0pRO-8AM3I/s72-c/puki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-8280106856586958410</id><published>2009-02-18T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:42:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5, YouthSays</title><content type='html'>If you guys have something to say, or have an opinion to share,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/go/9zS"&gt;Click HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);   font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/go/9zS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://youthsays.com/images/opinion-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a website called YouthSays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a community of youths who dedicate their time by sharing their opinions, make a collective difference, and get rewarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have discussion boards, Q &amp;amp; A, paid form of surveys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just signed up recently. So far, I'm thoroughly content with what YouthSays offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A platform where I can be heard.. And possibly make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be open-minded and just take a look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've got nothing to lose and EVERYTHING TO GAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's even &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASH INVOLVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** MY EXPERIENCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was browsing through YouthSays yesterday. I went through the section where they have youths asking questions and answering them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then came across a question by this girl. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her comment pissed me off weeeiii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when you watch Tom &amp;amp; Jerry, when Tom gets mad, he'll turn red pastu telinga dia mesti keluar asap, pastu ada bunyi keretapi yang 'choo choooo~!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's how I felt. Boleh buat gaduh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to restrain myself from cussing when I gave my answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa perempuan sekarang susah sangat nak tutup aurat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat apa dok tayang2 aurat untuk tarik perhatian lelaki? bukan ke kalau diorang nak cari bini nak yang baik2. bukan terdedah sana sini. buat tmbh dosa sndri ngn org lain je wt ape. haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s:org pkai tudung n baje xketat pn ada yang toleh nak usha jgk. adui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, are you as pissed as I am? Well then, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPEAK UP! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-8280106856586958410?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youthsays.com/go/9zS' title='Chapter 5, YouthSays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8280106856586958410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=8280106856586958410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/8280106856586958410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/8280106856586958410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-5-youthsays.html' title='Chapter 5, YouthSays'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-4028045768126691320</id><published>2009-02-17T04:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:47:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4, revelation</title><content type='html'>I sometimes feel like I waste so much time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done and said, yet I can't seem to get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be more actively involved in sports..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mind if the sun darkens my epidermis..&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear the 'whoosh' of the net when I score a basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adrenaline &lt;/span&gt;I get while cycling.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the wind blows once I start pedaling fast.&lt;br /&gt;So fast till I have to squint.&lt;br /&gt;So fast that I can't even feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;So much fun :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the change I wish to see in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to accomplish all this before I get bored..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was less fickle-minded and more decisive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was less indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more articulate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss burying my nose into a story book.&lt;br /&gt;A story book so interesting, I'd read till I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;So interesting, that I'd dream about what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time that happened, I was reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was a witch.&lt;br /&gt;I had on a black robe and I was waving a wand.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so cool.. Haha! ;P&lt;br /&gt;I wish that world is real.&lt;br /&gt;If it did, I'd be so awesome at doing spells.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't cast spells, I'd be happy just by waving the wand around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Potty over Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JK Rowling is a bloody GENIUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that I don't really care what people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know we all have our flaws.&lt;br /&gt;What sets us apart is how we use it to our advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money &lt;/span&gt;sometimes invite more trouble than we think.&lt;br /&gt;Altho.. I can't deny that I'd love to have more of it..&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more..&lt;br /&gt;So that I can go shopping and makan puas2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Damansara Uptown has the best siput sedut EVER&lt;br /&gt;It's also called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;balitong&lt;/span&gt;, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my appetite for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's so dry and flavourless.&lt;br /&gt;McD sales is dropping.. cuz people believe that they're funding for the war in Gaza.&lt;br /&gt;When in actual fact, they're not.&lt;br /&gt;So McD's counter is to give discounts during lunch time..&lt;br /&gt;Mengada lah. Bila takda profit, baru nak turunkan harga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemak betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it shows that Malaysians are contributing to the whole Gaza thingy (or trying).&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's a small gesture like.. not eating McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysians aren't that bad&lt;/span&gt; after all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to live in another country..&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'd miss the food in Malaysia way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it,  I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belacan &lt;/span&gt;is one of the weirdest food around.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi takpa. Sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamak &lt;/span&gt;sounds weird if you say it byk2 kali..&lt;br /&gt;mamak.. mamak.. mamak..&lt;br /&gt;mamaaaaak.......&lt;br /&gt;KAN?!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!! Apa laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't be the person I am today if it weren't for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because of her, I've learned to love myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoooiii jiwang nya! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I wanna write more..&lt;br /&gt;But less IS more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's nothing more to this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: Terima kasih kepada sesiapa yang telah meluangkan masa untuk meratap isi jantung saya. Maaf jika bahasa saya telah menyinggung perasaan anda. Kalau terasa, saya pelawa anda untuk terjun di mana2 gaung yang berdekatan. Semoga hidup anda lebih bahagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-4028045768126691320?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4028045768126691320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=4028045768126691320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4028045768126691320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/4028045768126691320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-4-revelation.html' title='Chapter 4, revelation'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-6085412396469613095</id><published>2009-02-05T06:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:29:51.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3, surprise surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SYoVHvzcI1I/AAAAAAAAACY/lz_P5_JuO8U/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SYoVHvzcI1I/AAAAAAAAACY/lz_P5_JuO8U/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299071134390297426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't nature beautiful when you least expected it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-6085412396469613095?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6085412396469613095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=6085412396469613095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6085412396469613095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6085412396469613095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-3-surprise-surprise.html' title='Chapter 3, surprise surprise'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SYoVHvzcI1I/AAAAAAAAACY/lz_P5_JuO8U/s72-c/IMG_0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-6737302414446963144</id><published>2009-01-07T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:16:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, Napoleon, Mona Lisa &amp; Whoopi Goldberg</title><content type='html'>I think from now onwards, I'll begin every entry with some interesting facts. I'm starting to run out of things to write about actually :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #1&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Napoleon was terrified of cats. He also hung The Mona Lisa on his bedroom wall. The Mona Lisa btw, has no eyebrows. It was the fashion in Renaissance Florence to shave them off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaay.. Napoleon takut kucing? KUCING?! Meow meow? Ya Allah.. He had the wits to conquer the world but he's scared of cats. Adoi.. tak laki la Napoleon nii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really paid any attention to Mona Lisa's eyebrows. So.. I could care less. Tapi Whoopi Goldberg also takda kening! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SWPAHwnCnMI/AAAAAAAAABI/BaP1n1gIiM0/s200/mona-lisa.jpg" /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SWPEdO40ALI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TUBLAQTvHSM/s200/whoopi-goldberg-screaming.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No KENING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Every time you sneeze, some of your brain cells die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riiight.. I've just recovered from a massive flu. Patutla Aalia ckp I lembap semcm masa tuuu.. Ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-6737302414446963144?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6737302414446963144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=6737302414446963144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6737302414446963144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/6737302414446963144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-2-napoleon-mona-lisa-whoopi.html' title='Chapter 2, Napoleon, Mona Lisa &amp; Whoopi Goldberg'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SWPAHwnCnMI/AAAAAAAAABI/BaP1n1gIiM0/s72-c/mona-lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576859336093284871.post-1444851684817622204</id><published>2009-01-03T06:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:28:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1, the Beginning</title><content type='html'>Dear 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to thank you for teaching me such valuable lessons. You were certainly a surprise, but a delightful one. I've seen that people never change. Well, at least not that much. I've made connections with people I never thought I would. Most of all, I've finally found a friend who I can truly call 'my best friend'. She's an important part of me. &lt;strong&gt;She's my 'diary'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering 2009, I feel hopeful. Very hopeful indeed. Brace youself, 2009. I welcome you with open arms and a kick-ass attitude. I hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576859336093284871-1444851684817622204?l=fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1444851684817622204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576859336093284871&amp;postID=1444851684817622204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/1444851684817622204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576859336093284871/posts/default/1444851684817622204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fofoandthebrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-1-beginning.html' title='Chapter 1, the Beginning'/><author><name>fofo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11347236777059887883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cf6sRlamjnM/SV6umMg9QQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jNawTgPWh6Q/S220/Me.Crossed.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
