<?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-339203066951255308</id><updated>2011-08-27T20:01:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out of the Square</title><subtitle type='html'>Never let anything trap you inside a box. There's a whole new world outside the box. Even if the world does no justice to you, you know there's a place out there that will.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6149343817230744546</id><published>2010-11-04T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:01:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>on why people would want to go into Uniqlo (with 910371839192719109 people in it) and even camp outside for the opening, *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that they are all kookoos. Either that or tomorrow is the end&lt;br /&gt;of the world and Uniqlo is selling tickets for the secret rocket flying to&lt;br /&gt;Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quoted from the oh-so-brilliant me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's not just about looking like a hipster, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is also about saving lifes (not so much) and that is much more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all the not-so-cool kids (like me) can't get on board and rocket out to such a cool place (Mars) with all the cool kids. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-But I think I like Earth more without all the "cool" kids. Cause then we can all openly discuss how Powerpuff Girls changed our lives and not be deem a freak. Life's a bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6149343817230744546?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6149343817230744546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6149343817230744546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6149343817230744546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6149343817230744546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8353732269797962252</id><published>2010-10-21T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:17:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sp&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether we are allowed to speak about this publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone living in Malaysia know, we don't really practice the freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to say that I believe in human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in treating others the way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a shallow teenager who supports &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; just because I think that it makes me cool or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a true believer of liberty and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being different is not a sin, it just means that you took the uncommon path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, we're all just trying to find someone who loves us as much as we love them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- If it's the right thing to do, why be afraid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8353732269797962252?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8353732269797962252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8353732269797962252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8353732269797962252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8353732269797962252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-was.html' title='Yesterday was....'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7845272621462023984</id><published>2010-10-16T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:48:51.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piling up the anger and drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sitting on the couch today, thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I figured a lot of things about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a very possesive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm impulsive too, like most young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm somewhat of a control freak. I don't like things to spin out of control.&lt;br /&gt;-That's why when I watch football matches and stuff, I like to know the result beforehand. Unlike most people.&lt;br /&gt;- That's why I don't like animals/pets, except for fishes and turtles. Cause 1) it's in the water and can't live without it and 2) it's slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm very particular about things. I may not care about broken bottles or stuff but I've got my quirks. They're petty little things that just annoyed the hell outta me. For example, people touching me when I don't want them to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm easily misunderstood by others. But I think stuff like these are caused by other people's insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm painfully shy, even if I may not look like it. Sometimes it's not like I want to look like a bitch, I just don't know how to react. And with that, we're back to point no. 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) People tend to judge too quickly when they don't even know me and did not even try. Get off my back. Save your word for people who would take your crap. I'm no pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these qualities of me actually make me struggle in life more often that not.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, my friends know me, I know me and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can all of you just take a second off from planning your master plan of pushing the no.1 student off her throne and actually take notice of bigger issues in life? Guess you can't. That's the smart kids for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7845272621462023984?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7845272621462023984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7845272621462023984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7845272621462023984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7845272621462023984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/10/piling-up-anger-and-drama.html' title='Piling up the anger and drama'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5122308520672466502</id><published>2010-10-13T21:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:57:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showin' some love, man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my awesome friend, Bao who takes my crazy antics and rants on Germany just as much as I take hers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWyMekeahI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jrqVDqFm0Uw/s1600/thomas+muller.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520045101378066" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWyMekeahI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jrqVDqFm0Uw/s400/thomas+muller.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves Thomas Muller who has Koalaty qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWyxGx_BWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MFCQIhAXM_4/s1600/holgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527520674370749794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWyxGx_BWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MFCQIhAXM_4/s400/holgi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badstuber's side face. I mean no good friend ignore her friend's wishes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a happier German note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWzTzicSbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0mWdzYzwZ5c/s1600/ballerina%3D).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527521270500706738" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWzTzicSbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0mWdzYzwZ5c/s400/ballerina%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basti as a Ballerina or diver or both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWztBYXEvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-fm5Iob3JME/s1600/lahmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527521703713247986" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWztBYXEvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-fm5Iob3JME/s400/lahmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Point proved that two is indeed better than one. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a more serious note!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLW10UzbT9I/AAAAAAAAAho/5Hh1DjppOME/s1600/m.m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527524028209385426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLW10UzbT9I/AAAAAAAAAho/5Hh1DjppOME/s400/m.m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop Child Labour!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one of those crazy stalkerish fan girls whose head is filled with inappropriate thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5122308520672466502?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5122308520672466502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5122308520672466502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5122308520672466502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5122308520672466502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-no-secret-that-i-love-germans.html' title='Showin&apos; some love, man'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TLWyMekeahI/AAAAAAAAAhI/jrqVDqFm0Uw/s72-c/thomas+muller.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7103263232549620571</id><published>2010-09-26T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:32:45.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not live for this moment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday is history&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9XyT1zxAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GU4lLMVfuzE/s1600/history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521228190010557442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9XyT1zxAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GU4lLMVfuzE/s400/history.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9X6exImuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wfiZkfs-gwU/s1600/question+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521228330382695138" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9X6exImuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wfiZkfs-gwU/s400/question+mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today is a gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9YcIh7ImI/AAAAAAAAAhA/iVft1YJECec/s1600/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521228908528869986" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9YcIh7ImI/AAAAAAAAAhA/iVft1YJECec/s400/gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's why it's called the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- And whoever who says this is a genius.&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/339203066951255308-7103263232549620571?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7103263232549620571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7103263232549620571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7103263232549620571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7103263232549620571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-in-which-i-believe.html' title='Why not live for this moment?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/TJ9XyT1zxAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GU4lLMVfuzE/s72-c/history.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7716404875801021977</id><published>2010-09-09T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:56:11.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's genetics, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm here coughing my lungs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did I mention that it's &lt;strong&gt;holiday&lt;/strong&gt;, which meant I can do whatever I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that I'm &lt;strong&gt;asthmatic&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah, just my luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-So much for snowflake and icy cold desserts. Buh-bye. &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/339203066951255308-7716404875801021977?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7716404875801021977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7716404875801021977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7716404875801021977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7716404875801021977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-genetics-baby.html' title='It&apos;s genetics, baby'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6949148581009659112</id><published>2010-08-28T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:24:18.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>I hate that sometimes the littlest (if there's such a word) of all little things can bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's sign of depression or a need of a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just being devastated cause I feel ultra transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just pissed that I'm a screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just bitter about all that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever give me enough time to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever really care if I dying or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone ever gives a damn and it makes me not give a damn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished I could sink like the titanic sometimes. (Ha-Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to rub it in my face, I already hate you that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6949148581009659112?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6949148581009659112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6949148581009659112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6949148581009659112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6949148581009659112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4745805847221589289</id><published>2010-08-28T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:51:20.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark clouds hanging above me</title><content type='html'>I'm just really bad at estimating distances. So what? Sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a rebel who doesn't give a shit cause I ain't writing all those dumb shits you're expecting me to write. Call me a horror writer, I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own standing and if you don't like it, It's your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't like you, I never will. And there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a hypocrite. But why the hell do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm just frustrated with all the bad luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4745805847221589289?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4745805847221589289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4745805847221589289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4745805847221589289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4745805847221589289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/08/dark-clouds-hanging-above-me.html' title='Dark clouds hanging above me'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1397508967578411020</id><published>2010-08-03T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:39:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're a child, you're the most brilliant you will ever be in your life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to go crazy and not have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to draw on my walls and make a mess around the house with paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tell myself not to overthink stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are just that simple but my mind isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get emotional over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder who or what I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I convinced myself that I'm better now than ever but other times I failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish a was a child all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Don't you wish that life is just a child's play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1397508967578411020?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1397508967578411020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1397508967578411020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1397508967578411020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1397508967578411020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-child-youre-most-brilliant.html' title='When you&apos;re a child, you&apos;re the most brilliant you will ever be in your life'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8752424463348605455</id><published>2010-08-03T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:29:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Growing up makes me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I could be 12 again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I were some 140 midget, laughing at everyone who crosses the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-But we all know that I'm a 17 year old, desperate to recapture the essence of my colourful childhood moments. =(&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/339203066951255308-8752424463348605455?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8752424463348605455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8752424463348605455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8752424463348605455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8752424463348605455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-up-makes-me-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7911593144740729630</id><published>2010-07-12T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:27:42.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you should love the Germans 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, no and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First throw away all the stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, get rid of the images of German sausages, beer and pork knuckles forming in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you just need to sit back and let images drown you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Short people are awesome. But shorties and giants living together in harmony? Outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=36112_140272925988160_1400148293473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/36112_140272925988160_1400148293473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Role Playing is fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picnikcollage23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picnikcollage23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 646px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="442" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/Picnikcollage23.jpg" width="627" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They celebrated Halloween even before Halloween. Poldi is a Harry Potter Wannabe while Muller is more than happy to be the object for the experiment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picnikcollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 645px; HEIGHT: 445px" height="509" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/Picnikcollage.jpg" width="566" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're not busy experimenting with magic, they're stacked on pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13465_140064229342363_1400148293473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/13465_140064229342363_1400148293473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Lahm just wants to be a father and take care of his younger colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Yoga is the new football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=35846_140284495987003_1400148293473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/35846_140284495987003_1400148293473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Double or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=37415_140284042653715_1400148293473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/37415_140284042653715_1400148293473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie look!!!!! This is the longest finger among all the fingers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Babies in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34367_140284335987019_1400148293-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/34367_140284335987019_1400148293-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nominee no.1- Mesut Ozil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34650_141047315910721_1400148293473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/WhatABee/34650_141047315910721_1400148293473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nominee no. 2- Thomas Muller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;............... TO BE CONTINUED.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I'm darn tired now. If I don't sleep now, I might die and turn into a zombie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7911593144740729630?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7911593144740729630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7911593144740729630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7911593144740729630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7911593144740729630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-you-should-love-germans-101.html' title='Why you should love the Germans 101'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5288861786949200641</id><published>2010-06-13T20:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:45:26.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys do not like her cause they do not like the feeling of empowerment</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!! I HATE YOU LIM BAOYU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself too for making stupid promises that goes along the line "Ok, here's a deal. When you update your blog, I will too." Now that she has updated gazillion new posts and I'm still here, stuck, this is total crap. I think she did that on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making one blog post into two parts? Smart, extremely witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I squeezed all my brain juice out and here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who else? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LADY GAGA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/lady%20gaga" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="332" alt="lady gaga Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af325/LatinMix_01/musica/LadyGagaLatinMix.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very original, I know. I have been on the fence with this particular lady forever!!! One second, I hate her. The other, I think she's a genius. And the next thing I know, I'm afraid of her. When that passed, I thought that we were long lost sisters. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unapologetic, unafraid to be different and most of all original!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything I want from Lady Gaga, it would be her wardrobe. LOL. No, I can't rock a leotard and underwear as outerwear. I might be exposed to the world that I'm a guy. Haha. All jokes aside, I would like to have her mind. I mean what is she thinking, man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's this lady that create songs like "Poker Face" and "Paparazzi" and the scandalous "Alejandro". But she's the same lady who goes pantless in public, wear insane headpiece that puts Carrie Bradshaw to shame and crazy sunglasses made out of everything you can imagine and cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks can be deceiving, they said. Oh, I could not agree more. With all those crazy going on with her outer appearance, she's actually a very smart and intellectual person on the inside. Unlike some stars named Britney-I-shaved-my-head-bald-Spears or Lindsay-alcohol-monitoring-anklet-is-the-new-black-Lohan or Amy-Woohoo-I'm-going-to-rehab-AGAIN-winehouse. Yes, Lady Gaga is inspiring and even though you may not like her, you have to give her credits for being so brave about who she is. This is one lady with directions, y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like her very much at the start because she scares me. But she once said something like "People said that there are no originality anymore because everything has been done. So I'm trying to challenge that." How smart and amazing can she be!!!! Ugh, talking about her makes me want to wear leotards and shoulders that if you put me into an American football game I could knock down a 6'4" guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If I can I would quote every thing Lady Gaga has ever said because she is that smart but I can't cause that would be annoying and creepy and stalker-ish. To sum it all up, she's humble, intelligent and works hard. Plus, she enjoys being different and is comfortable in her own skin. Any better combination than these in a person? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is meant to disturb. Science reassures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Georges Braque&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that right, Gaga? That is why I can never be a science person. I enjoy disturbing people over conducting experiments any second of the minute, minute of the hour, hour of the day and day of the week. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about Barbie. When I grow up, I want to be like Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5288861786949200641?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5288861786949200641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5288861786949200641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5288861786949200641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5288861786949200641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/06/guys-do-not-like-her-cause-they-do-not.html' title='Guys do not like her cause they do not like the feeling of empowerment'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1020.photobucket.com/albums/af325/LatinMix_01/musica/th_LadyGagaLatinMix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6033189361416930058</id><published>2010-06-01T21:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:01:09.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O, Shakespeare! Let me be by your side.</title><content type='html'>Actually I have never been ashamed of the fact that I'm mathematically challenged, I've always been very open about it. [It's like I'm talking about my sexuality, haha.] Not everyone is meant to solve calculus problem in their life. Without maths, I'm ok; well maybe with it, I will be great but what the hell, life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off are people's ignorance. Everytime someone asked me about my Maths result or how well I am with numbers, I will openly tell them that I pretty much suck. [See, total honesty.] Sadly, in this case, the saying "Honesty is the best policy" doesn't apply. After hearing my answer, most people would frowned and some would even say "I know a great Maths teacher, maybe he can help you with your problem [mental disability]." I'm like can you not see that I don't care. Carry on, they would ask me what I'm good at and I will answer "I'm good with languages so maybe I will pursue a career in translating and intepreting." They just nod like they get it but they don't. "Why not science?" they would asked. At this point, I'm getting sick and tired of them and most of the time I will say "Not a study junkie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are so sturborn with continuing the conversation, they would usually ask "So language is your thing, huh?" And I will be like "I'm quite alright(blessed) with artistic skill (talent)." Then, they will shut their yaps up. Why? Because they know nothing in this field. Not like I know but at least, I don't even try to pretend that I know. Science is the "major" thing and all but then isn't culture and language the "major" thing in life. Words will not die as long as there are people on the earth (given that they're not mute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into this thing called fashion that you might have heard of before. And what can I say about that? People don't care whether you dress well or not in Malaysia. But to me, how you dress is how you present yourself. Someone who dresses sloppily is screaming that he/she doesn't give a damn. Fashion sense is an artistic skill. It's in everyone but not everyone exercises it. Just because I just so happen to open that field of my brain does not immediately make me stupid. Let's see... Coco Chanel is not stupid, Karl Lagerfeld is not dumb, Marc Jacobs is not an idiot [He is openly gay though. Ok, out of point.] and Giorgio Armani does not have a brain damage. I may be superficial but that doesn't stop me from using my brain. I may not work out equations in my mind but I do put outfits together in my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time before you start talking crap about me and my "talents", listen to what I have to say first. I will drive you to shame and you'll be running away with disgust. I consider my love for art, heaven's gift to crappy ol' me. So insult it if you dare. You shallow people should just get a life and read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I so want to live in the 15th or 16th century where people are appreciated for their artistic talents and individualism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6033189361416930058?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6033189361416930058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6033189361416930058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6033189361416930058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6033189361416930058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-shakespeare-let-me-be-by-your-side.html' title='O, Shakespeare! Let me be by your side.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3508170458021320088</id><published>2010-05-25T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:00:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me likee cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the epitome of creme de le creme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it cramp de la cramp?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muscle cramp? Stomach cramp? Leg cramp? Eyes cramp? Brain cramp? Butt cramp? Whatever cramp you can think of!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sejarah brings it all at once, y'all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cramp de la cramp it is!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Creme de la creme actually means cream of the cream which can also be visualise as some sort of cupcake icing. Yummy~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3508170458021320088?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3508170458021320088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3508170458021320088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3508170458021320088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3508170458021320088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-want-cupcake.html' title='Me likee cupcakes'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5270494568077828940</id><published>2010-05-17T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:47:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity [power MAX]</title><content type='html'>There is this form one girl who actually looks like me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) am annoyed&lt;br /&gt;b) am scared&lt;br /&gt;c) want people to shut the hell up because we are not related&lt;br /&gt;d) want to kill people who keep on reminding me of her existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I blame my lack of dolled-up factor in school that contributes to my "normalness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, glasses, hair up, sloppy and moodswings aren't exactly charming. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as Baoyu says, June holiday we're gonna take lots of photos during our outing and then you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So childish right? Like that also want to prove. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say: "I li-keee my owh-n faise!" means I love my faise and not hers. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah, school does not add to my appeal. I'm just those people who can pull off a twelve-inch Alexander McQueen heels but not uniforms and rules. *High fashion here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me, Ima spit on you and kill you with a pencil [slow and painful] and then I will trample all over your dead, cold body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our difference? I'm more aggressive. Try me. *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I will catch her looking at me and I'll wonder, is she thinking the same thing as me, which is "Cheh, I'm prettier la." LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5270494568077828940?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5270494568077828940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5270494568077828940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5270494568077828940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5270494568077828940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/05/vanity-power-max.html' title='Vanity [power MAX]'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3396882167012440004</id><published>2010-05-04T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:12:29.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random rant on student's right conservation</title><content type='html'>Why should we always compromise with teacher's mood swings and the constant criticism? [if not humiliation] You don't see me yelling at you teachers when I PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we always the ones at fault when we clearly did nothing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be the one who always get told by some teacher "If you don't like the school, pack your things and leave." when the teachers are the one who is unsatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always have to listen to lectures when teachers clearly "want to treat us like adults"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should our freedom of almost everything be taken away by some trashy rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no expression in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we express ourselves instead everytime we have to compress how we feel and if we don't, they tell you to fill up the form and transfer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we live in terror like some Afghan kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how things work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way to build a world class school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way how Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard or any ivy league school handle stuff too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there is no point in pinning your hair up or obeying the school rules if you're not being youself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expression is critical and if teachers don't realize that soon enough, the school is going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're kids doesn't mean that we're dumn and reckless. Just because you're an adult doesn't necessarily make you a responsible human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obeying the rules is improtant but forcing us to obey them is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teachers are just way beyond unreasonable. They are unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something as conservation of student's right, I will be the president of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seriously, no human right? Are you kidding me? Chihuahuas in Hollywood have more perks than us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3396882167012440004?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3396882167012440004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3396882167012440004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3396882167012440004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3396882167012440004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-random-rant-on-students-right.html' title='Just a random rant on student&apos;s right conservation'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-359713002415587440</id><published>2010-05-01T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:58:56.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been living in ignorance for all these years (maybe months)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; account!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!! How super duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not intend to use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should know how I dislike that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know, no need to get all curious and pump up and add the (dead) account and asked me is that the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is me. So what? I never knew it exist, I don't when I created the account and how I created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave the unknown in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time, I discover some other major secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just clearing it so my friends won't keep adding and asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just clearing it so that a certain someone (who's way too sensitive) wouldn't go and block a dead account. I did not create it to stalk you. I have wayyy more life than that. Ha.Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Fly free, birdies!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-359713002415587440?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/359713002415587440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=359713002415587440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/359713002415587440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/359713002415587440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-confession-to-make.html' title='I&apos;ve a confession to make...'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3603176638622176845</id><published>2010-04-23T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:08:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube- Video response</title><content type='html'>I don't know if some people seriously have a brain (or a heart, in this matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never have my heart broken. (So I think I'm smart and witty in more than one way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we feel lonely at times even though we have REAL friends by our sides because we're essentially different individuals. (Cause obviously we're not join by hips.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quotes on friendship are sometimes bullshit. (Mine are definitions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people who copy and paste them are funny. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Distasteful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I'm afraid of my secrets being leaked out by my 'best' friend on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I will spread them out first. (Watch out. Maybe tomorrow all my darkest secrets will be out HERE, EXCLUSIVELY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think friendship is like a marriage. Sometimes it's good, other times it's bad. (And sometimes you end up getting a divorce.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why when I thought that our friendship is pretty darn good, it gets thrown into a paper shredder. (Pretty darn-damn it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think friends don't know everything about you. (Honey, you've mistook your mum as your friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everything has its negative side. (Unless you're best friend with God. Amen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect myself to be who I am in front of my friends. (Friends do not expect anything from you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why dogs are man's most loyal friend. (Because they're ANIMALS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, human all suck!!! So find yourself a four legged friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responding&lt;/span&gt; to. Confront me if you dare. [No more miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nicey&lt;/span&gt;-nice-cupcake.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will name you Mr. Bob!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3603176638622176845?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3603176638622176845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3603176638622176845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3603176638622176845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3603176638622176845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-video-response.html' title='Youtube- Video response'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-594828065367314129</id><published>2010-04-21T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:45:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch my back or wash my feet</title><content type='html'>Friendship, according to Wikipedia is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) The tendency to desire what is best for the other&lt;br /&gt;b) sympathy and empathy&lt;br /&gt;c) honesty, perhaps in situations where it may be difficult for others to speak &lt;strong&gt;the truth&lt;/strong&gt;, especially in terms of pointing out the perceived &lt;strong&gt;faults&lt;/strong&gt; of one's counterpart&lt;br /&gt;d) mutual understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and according to dictionary.com, a friend is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.&lt;br /&gt;2) a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter.&lt;br /&gt;3) a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are to get a conclusion from all the above statement, you can say that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) You can always be yourself in front of a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;b) You do dumb stuff and they will laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;c) They point out your faults because noone else is capable of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;d) They don't let you BE YOURSELF in the utmost negative way.&lt;br /&gt;e) They don't shit care if you hate them after they tell you that you look like crap today.&lt;br /&gt;f) REAL friends get hurt when you do stupid things to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;g) REAL friends will slap you (if needed) to make you realize that you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep mentioning the phrase "real friends"?&lt;br /&gt;Because there're fake friends out there to get your life.&lt;br /&gt;So have some real friends to watch after your back. (or hire a knight in shiny armor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL FRIENDS know that you're not perfect and neither are them but they gladly tell you that you're perfect (or most of the time perfectly retarded)in everyway. [It's like a corny love story but wayyyyyyyyyyy cornier.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe in true love while others believe in TRUE friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think I belong to the latter, what about you? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Proud to say that I have people who watched after my back and people whom I would gladly defend them anyday of the week. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-594828065367314129?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/594828065367314129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=594828065367314129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/594828065367314129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/594828065367314129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-my-back-or-wash-my-back.html' title='Watch my back or wash my feet'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7806938582732320959</id><published>2010-04-04T17:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:55:39.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Miuccia Prada is a genius in making my heart aches</title><content type='html'>I think I'm actually a super carefree person. Like seriously, while everyone else is really concerned about studies (SPM) and stuff like colleges and courses. I'm here. Not that I don't care but compared to some people, I just look as tho I don't give a damn. Which is not necessary a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got study one, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got do homework one, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got panic one, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got go for tuition so I can improve more, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I'm not as restless as some people are. It's either that my time haven't come and it has already came and went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people are thinking about getting good SPM results, scholarships and going for major stuff (when I say that I meant having ambitions like being a doctor, lawyer or something complicated like that). Not that I'm not thinking about that, but the similarity is only the first part and the only thing I'm looking forward in college is that I finally get to doll up every-freaking-day and wear heels. Ain't that exciting? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/S7hgINnHvdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ebtB7i-hP3k/s1600/01150m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456216642768322002" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/S7hgINnHvdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ebtB7i-hP3k/s400/01150m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ain't these miu miu heels the prettiest? Look at those sturdy heels and prints and gem stone. All so perfect!!!! Looking at them make my heart aches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a secret but I've been thinking about pursuing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; fashion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I could be the next Anna Wintour!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We even have similar hair!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Google her and you'll know what I mean!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;No more crappy friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  Go if you want to, stay as you please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  But don't go around making us the bad guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  We didn't chase you to the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  You did that to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  People need to grow up and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  When I say people, I meant you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7806938582732320959?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7806938582732320959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7806938582732320959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7806938582732320959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7806938582732320959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-those-miu-miu-heels.html' title='Miss Miuccia Prada is a genius in making my heart aches'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/S7hgINnHvdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ebtB7i-hP3k/s72-c/01150m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2194152498043806502</id><published>2010-03-30T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:18:52.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all sinners and there's no turning back</title><content type='html'>Sorry if I ever forced my theory on you. Sorry if I ever make you unhappy (tho I do think that the time that we spent together are mostly happy, maybe I'm wrong). Sorry that this is going the wrong way. Sorry that you feel unappreciated. Sorry that I failed to understand you feelings. Sorry that you think that you're not good enough to have a friend. Sorry that you have to hide in the corner and cry. Sorry that I'm not mature enough to give you all the love you want (and maybe deserved). Sorry that I can be harsh sometimes. Sorry that you felt that there's no way out. Sorry that I didn't hear you out like I should do. Sorry that this is who I am (and I love myself just fine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset that you think that we don't care. I'm upset that you think that you have to find another place where you belong (when I think you fit in just fine). I'm upset that you've changed so much (not in a good way). I'm upset that you always have to find someone to blame. I'm upset that you treat your REAL friends like crap. I'm upset that you can't see that we're also trying hard. I'm upset that your insecurities (or whatever you called it) take the better of you. I'm upset that you don't know how much we appreciate you. I'm upset that it's the REAL you that we like and we don't need you to pretend like someone you're not. I'm upset that you actually think that dealing with us is tiring and even attempt on finding new friends. I'm upset that things is what it is and you're not with us on this to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be in some corner crying again when you read this....&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you this, crying isn't gonna solve anything and happiness doesn't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard it right. It's not easy to be happy, not even for me.&lt;br /&gt;I struggle, I tried, I fought to get where I am. Everything comes with some sacrifice and I'm satisfied with who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Being happy comes from within and if you're gonna indulge in self pity, it's possible that you will never get it. I don't live my life on how people see me or judge me, cause I know I'm worth being treated well and have life going my way.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you may not think so now, I hope you remember that we're always here when you need us and we're always willing to help you and give you support. This is not some sappy 'I pity you' act, I mean if we really want to have something to pity on, we might as well watch soap opera and sighed on how tragic the life of the female lead is. We're doing this cause we know we're friends and friends do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that there's no way out come to me, lean on us, we're still here waiting for you to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is me and a certain someone who is too sturborn to express herself but I know she will say this too if she can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2194152498043806502?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2194152498043806502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2194152498043806502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2194152498043806502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2194152498043806502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry-if-i-ever-forced-my-theory-on-you.html' title='We&apos;re all sinners and there&apos;s no turning back'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2730843744161724666</id><published>2010-03-27T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:04:31.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most things I thought of but something I'm sure of</title><content type='html'>Isn't my blog a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corpse?&lt;/span&gt; I wondered if there is anyone who misses my sarcasm and wit? I missed that part of myself the most nowadays, more than anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think people need to stop stressing out and just chill and enjoy life while it's still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think everyone should just cheer up and go for anything they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that we are young and wild so we get to do stupid things and noone really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that some people need to toughen up and solve the damn problem already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that emoness is bugging the hell outta me and I'm already on the verge of bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that I'm so tired, I don't have the time to help solve other people's problem like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that I'm tired being the happy one and trying so hard to cheer people up but they just keep giving me the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that I will leave you guys alone, so do whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think that people should appreaciate the people around them for who they're.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cause I know that some things never return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-No kawad post from me cause seriously I'm the sentimental one here. It's in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2730843744161724666?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2730843744161724666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2730843744161724666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2730843744161724666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2730843744161724666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-things-i-thought-of-but-something.html' title='Most things I thought of but something I&apos;m sure of'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2257410616440893445</id><published>2009-11-08T17:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:30:15.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a teenage delinquent</title><content type='html'>Some fucking retard called into my home just now. This particular idiot made me so darn angry, I could burn my home down. Good job, dude. You have raised the fire from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up the phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking retard: Wei, Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Liang&lt;/span&gt; ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. retard: Who are you? *in the most demanding way and not to mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt; English*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *getting a little impatient* I'm asking you now. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this retard hung up on me!!!! It was then that he raised the fire from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I not be angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm already at my best when I didn't answer " This is your freaking mother and you're calling into my home! Now what?!" And he dare hung up on me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what did I do wrong here? I just said a few hello!!! I didn't even have a chance to get bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to advise him not to speak English anymore as it gives all of us who speak English a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's been a while since I've cursed anyone. But this one person deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2257410616440893445?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2257410616440893445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2257410616440893445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2257410616440893445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2257410616440893445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-teenage-delinquent.html' title='I&apos;m a teenage delinquent'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7236147282379884483</id><published>2009-10-31T22:39:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:34:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this halloween, i can be anything you want me to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxP8oEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/36e_qL_XIS4/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxP8oEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/36e_qL_XIS4/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398777956275343522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxP8oEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/36e_qL_XIS4/s400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787170575247138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxYU-AS5yI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cAG1jKRivHI/s400/DSC02448(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxXQBvNLiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OAOX85QhPLw/s1600-h/DSC02444(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785986166337058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxXQBvNLiI/AAAAAAAAAgI/OAOX85QhPLw/s400/DSC02444(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But seriously, look at those eyes. No shit man, the only thing I lack now is a pair of funky choppers and then I can make Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; look like a Twilight candidate wannabe. Wait, he already is one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, I kinda almost shimmer under sunlight naturally unlike someone who looks like people poured glitter all over him in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who wants me to be in the next Twilight movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella: Hey, did you get contacts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edward: No. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella: Your eyes were... black the last time I saw you. And now&lt;br /&gt;they're like... golden brown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Edward: Yeah I know. It's the uh... it's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fluorescents&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Um... [walks away awkwardly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, I get you Edward dude. We all know it's just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt;. It happened to me all the time too, don't worry. Damn those fluorescent. We know that vampires don't exist. &lt;p align="center"&gt;So what does that makes Cinder? I guess she turned me into one of the bloodsuckers too. Though, I prefer soda over blood any day of the week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Seriously, Twilight needs an Asian vampire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7236147282379884483?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7236147282379884483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7236147282379884483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7236147282379884483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7236147282379884483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-halloween-i-can-be-anything-you.html' title='this halloween, i can be anything you want me to be'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxP8oEAUKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/36e_qL_XIS4/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7218001089992345694</id><published>2009-10-31T22:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:44:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life is a fairytale, there'd be no tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxJWPmohhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1W-6q3uyYqc/s1600-h/get+well+soon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398770699804902930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxJWPmohhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1W-6q3uyYqc/s400/get+well+soon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398770542032426786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxJND2vlyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FMTwnMLef5g/s400/missu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxICmwVXKI/AAAAAAAAAew/udqOMJ1LQGQ/s1600-h/missyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxICmwVXKI/AAAAAAAAAew/udqOMJ1LQGQ/s1600-h/missyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398769262910594210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxICmwVXKI/AAAAAAAAAew/udqOMJ1LQGQ/s400/missyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To someone I care and love deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you can rely on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I wish I could help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7218001089992345694?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7218001089992345694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7218001089992345694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7218001089992345694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7218001089992345694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-life-was-fairytale-thered-be-no.html' title='If life is a fairytale, there&apos;d be no tears'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuxJWPmohhI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1W-6q3uyYqc/s72-c/get+well+soon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6728960063950434917</id><published>2009-10-30T23:27:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:05:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braid or not to braid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alexander Wang S2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHwVFrUwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8zUh-_dZKmY/s1600-h/alexander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398417105209742082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHwVFrUwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8zUh-_dZKmY/s400/alexander.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHlJssI5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YjolunXLo9s/s1600-h/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416913173586834" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHlJssI5I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YjolunXLo9s/s400/00010m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miu&lt;/span&gt; S2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHSy6xvOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gMidFJ6Zm1s/s1600-h/miu+miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416597821013218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHSy6xvOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gMidFJ6Zm1s/s400/miu+miu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHJSgKUiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LfQSv9aBKrg/s1600-h/miumiu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416434500620834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHJSgKUiI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LfQSv9aBKrg/s400/miumiu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHCb5LKtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xCjvMpzA2x4/s1600-h/miu-miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416316762368722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHCb5LKtI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xCjvMpzA2x4/s400/miu-miu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusG3_VoPoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VOY1rvMJSAo/s1600-h/miuclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398416137298394754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusG3_VoPoI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VOY1rvMJSAo/s400/miuclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusGmQpC0cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0vApB2dFbyM/s1600-h/miumiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398415832705585602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusGmQpC0cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0vApB2dFbyM/s400/miumiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusGVOoyxeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PFi6gTMN0w4/s1600-h/miu+miu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I say genius? Look at the whimsical prints. (Made up of dogs, cats, birds and some pg-13 nude human motifs) Using nude/dark colours with a hint of colours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; here and there. The cutouts (both on the torso and shoes) are done beautifully. What's not to like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there they say that grown ups have less fun than kids. Just to prove them wrong comes this collection. Unleash your inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;-land fantasy weirdo forest with class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sophistication!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want those sturdy heels now!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whoever said that braids are peasant-like, this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;, can I Wang-ed your hair now? *battles eyelashes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I would suck up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Miuccia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; so I can get my dose of PG-13 and indulge in whimsical animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6728960063950434917?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6728960063950434917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6728960063950434917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6728960063950434917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6728960063950434917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/10/braid-or-not-to-braid.html' title='Braid or not to braid'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SusHwVFrUwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8zUh-_dZKmY/s72-c/alexander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1571240276583001299</id><published>2009-10-25T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:34:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I've been thinking about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The pen is mightier than the sword."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my favourite phrase.&lt;br /&gt;Because I found out that I'm 200% pacifist. Inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;And because I believe in the power of words.&lt;br /&gt;Using violence in the name of peace is a cheap tactic.&lt;br /&gt;Using violence against violence will only create more violence.&lt;br /&gt;I consider even violence with words, violence.&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts someone, then it's probably bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me I'm not a pacifist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't judge because I'm not a judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1571240276583001299?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1571240276583001299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1571240276583001299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1571240276583001299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1571240276583001299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-ive-been-thinking-about.html' title='Something I&apos;ve been thinking about'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6654737993104847189</id><published>2009-10-25T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:22:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flintstone would be ashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdPqp-pqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jytVGjvL78E/s1600-h/00200m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540777226479266" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdPqp-pqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jytVGjvL78E/s400/00200m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdWf0JHoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/GAhf4A3O_9w/s1600-h/00210m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540894575402626" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdWf0JHoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/GAhf4A3O_9w/s400/00210m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdBga6V_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/mqYEyELHa74/s1600-h/balmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540533960759282" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdBga6V_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/mqYEyELHa74/s400/balmain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdJaTfs4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/6rmgGCSqplg/s1600-h/00190m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540669757993858" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdJaTfs4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/6rmgGCSqplg/s400/00190m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRcie-xrEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7aNiMYBaPrs/s1600-h/00090m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540000998370370" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRcie-xrEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7aNiMYBaPrs/s400/00090m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRc08ETasI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JmkrLZ1AYW8/s1600-h/00180m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396540318043826882" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRc08ETasI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JmkrLZ1AYW8/s400/00180m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Credit to style.com&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRc08ETasI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JmkrLZ1AYW8/s1600-h/00180m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In my mind, I hate this so much. I don't even want to blog about it. But in reality, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;, I browse through some fashion sites that praise this shit collection, I get mad, very mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS NOT HIGH FASHION!!!! NO INNOVATION, NO CREATIVITY, NO NOTHING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christophe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Decarnin&lt;/span&gt; must be out of his mind to put crappy stuff like this on the runway. I don't usually deny a designer's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hardwork&lt;/span&gt; but this is just too much. Caveman inspired, rugged, tacky, unfinished and unpolished. Maybe the shoulder pads are selling so well that he has finally lost it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Few thousands ( we count in US dollars.) for stuff like this? Thanks but no thanks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall shit show. And style.com even named it as one of the best spring 2010 collection. It's the economy recession talking, I bet. &lt;/p&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/339203066951255308-6654737993104847189?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6654737993104847189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6654737993104847189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6654737993104847189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6654737993104847189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/10/flintstone-would-be-ashamed.html' title='Flintstone would be ashamed'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SuRdPqp-pqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/jytVGjvL78E/s72-c/00200m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8951038278447041219</id><published>2009-09-27T17:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:22:14.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the young and reckless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr84T1zbvHI/AAAAAAAAAco/eSvkYxIjn80/s1600-h/00440m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386085592869878898" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr84T1zbvHI/AAAAAAAAAco/eSvkYxIjn80/s400/00440m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8301wBelI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6yKHROFIUL8/s1600-h/00120m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386085060279630418" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8301wBelI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6yKHROFIUL8/s400/00120m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83mK78QqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xeImu4_dZKk/s1600-h/00200m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084808268726946" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83mK78QqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xeImu4_dZKk/s400/00200m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83qKqx4XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qZ743Zqq2MQ/s1600-h/00140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084876916220274" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83qKqx4XI/AAAAAAAAAcY/qZ743Zqq2MQ/s400/00140m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83mK78QqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xeImu4_dZKk/s1600-h/00200m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83dnShDVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-3WtKZflsvE/s1600-h/00260m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084661260782930" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83dnShDVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-3WtKZflsvE/s400/00260m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83MMdut1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ithOIxnjbqc/s1600-h/00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084362002282322" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83MMdut1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/ithOIxnjbqc/s400/00290m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all photos are from style.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386084236301129762" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr83E4MPWCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/L6zK8SYnPnw/s400/burberry1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr82lPVz2OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/l844_3A8Fe8/s1600-h/burberry(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386083692759472354" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr82lPVz2OI/AAAAAAAAAbo/l844_3A8Fe8/s400/burberry(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burberry Prorsum Spring 2010 RTW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I shall share my baby's love for Burberry. Cause who wouldn't? Looking at this collection makes me want to la-la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Draping could come out heavy and over-aged. But Burberry keep it fun and youthful with pastel, neutral hues and light fabric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow, I like the socks with the strapy heels. Since, the whole collection has gone short, if the legs were too bare, wouldn't that projects a different aura than this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even the guys are looking uber chic in basic coats with military refrences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- For my honey who is a big Burberry fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8951038278447041219?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8951038278447041219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8951038278447041219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8951038278447041219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8951038278447041219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-young-and-reckless.html' title='For the young and reckless'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr84T1zbvHI/AAAAAAAAAco/eSvkYxIjn80/s72-c/00440m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-9213117187943967860</id><published>2009-09-27T17:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:41:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey &amp; Baby Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday, Honey &amp;amp; Baby Date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wgiLXfWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Syew7MAsnDk/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386077014846831970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wgiLXfWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Syew7MAsnDk/s400/DSC02333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 2 hours of walking, I was uber tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wV9aK-6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MWCzkRTOb0I/s1600-h/DSC02319(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wV9aK-6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MWCzkRTOb0I/s1600-h/DSC02319(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386076833178123170" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wV9aK-6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MWCzkRTOb0I/s400/DSC02319(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, my honey brought her heart-shaped sunglasses for me! Even tho, I'm still not getting them for Christmas. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wIVLJo8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/xxtJbU97WSY/s1600-h/DSC02334(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386076599039402946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wIVLJo8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/xxtJbU97WSY/s400/DSC02334(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a poser, I know. And check out my new shirt with holes. So grungy rockstar-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8vvu428rI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FUw63Tcxdqw/s1600-h/Picnik+collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386076176445272754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8vvu428rI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FUw63Tcxdqw/s400/Picnik+collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to sweet chat for lunch! My strawberry volcanic, super cute right? I edited it on picnik.com. *wink Lai Chin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8t_rldL2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/few43qeddGY/s1600-h/DSC02350(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386074251413237602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8t_rldL2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/few43qeddGY/s400/DSC02350(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8t1uobtOI/AAAAAAAAAao/u9PTmaEGGB8/s1600-h/DSC02345(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386074080432338146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8t1uobtOI/AAAAAAAAAao/u9PTmaEGGB8/s400/DSC02345(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8riN5dZUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VJv3vz0cqhM/s1600-h/DSC02354(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386071546204611906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8riN5dZUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VJv3vz0cqhM/s400/DSC02354(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8rP5ASPkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xg5Izw283xE/s1600-h/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386071231358451266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8rP5ASPkI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xg5Izw283xE/s400/DSC02356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8q7ewqIFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YdcivB3Pd1U/s1600-h/DSC02355(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386070880716202066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8q7ewqIFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YdcivB3Pd1U/s400/DSC02355(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8qP3HNqqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JUb7DCM5RYM/s1600-h/DSC02357(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386070131339012770" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8qP3HNqqI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JUb7DCM5RYM/s400/DSC02357(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;101st post for my honey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More coming up for my honey. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-9213117187943967860?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/9213117187943967860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=9213117187943967860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9213117187943967860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9213117187943967860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/honey-baby-date.html' title='Honey &amp; Baby Date'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8wgiLXfWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Syew7MAsnDk/s72-c/DSC02333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5645082661112421025</id><published>2009-09-27T16:21:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:00:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me (100th)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lzm8gIjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3QLhHOKJ0D4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386065247916270130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lzm8gIjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3QLhHOKJ0D4/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lX-K2HQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eUMR-ansCCA/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386064773114109186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lX-K2HQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/eUMR-ansCCA/s400/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 11 something, Metrojaya is still not ready to work. I know it's Raya and all but... Do they really expect the customers to crawl in? Tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lKUltIcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4puFqE5OBPQ/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386064538614178242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lKUltIcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4puFqE5OBPQ/s400/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum left the shoe there after she tried it on. She moved on to try some other shoes. Lonely shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8k59H5hRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zrBBZkoReo0/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386064257437238546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8k59H5hRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zrBBZkoReo0/s400/DSC02235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my mum. I forced her into this. While my brother is in the fitting room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8kj5mTPEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E1UGufzH6-M/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386063878533889090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8kj5mTPEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/E1UGufzH6-M/s400/Picnik+collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Vivo. With my mushroom soup. Once again, the pepper is all alone. Vivo's lighting makes food looks good. Now that's some smart shop owner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8kKkvSmtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L7ABa-szNj0/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386063443437722322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8kKkvSmtI/AAAAAAAAAZI/L7ABa-szNj0/s400/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Pleo @ Borders. That's my brother at the back. When we started looking at Pleo, more and more people gather around and look too. So we left quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8j4rgkrQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_8KkCjQVOT0/s1600-h/Picnik+collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386063136017394946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8j4rgkrQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_8KkCjQVOT0/s400/Picnik+collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute as a button. This statement refers to both me and the baby. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Monday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8iiagxnKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oiVvHvh8bTk/s1600-h/Picnik+collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386061653986090146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8iiagxnKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oiVvHvh8bTk/s400/Picnik+collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8i3c-fiWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Zx1_8-jnuH0/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386062015424858466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8i3c-fiWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Zx1_8-jnuH0/s400/DSC02279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to dinner with my mum, brother, grandpa and grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8mHzw7f9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fCsn0oAqHqQ/s1600-h/DSC02284(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386065594954776530" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8mHzw7f9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/fCsn0oAqHqQ/s400/DSC02284(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically, the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 100th&lt;/span&gt; post is for my family!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you've got time, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Holidays are pretty uh-mah-zing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5645082661112421025?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5645082661112421025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5645082661112421025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5645082661112421025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5645082661112421025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='You know you love me (100th)'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sr8lzm8gIjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3QLhHOKJ0D4/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-942063189759632420</id><published>2009-09-09T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:01:52.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99th post on 09092009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfB2A9uGZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zqdTW-5Z_X8/s1600-h/99sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379481413633317266" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfB2A9uGZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zqdTW-5Z_X8/s400/99sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY THE 99TH POST!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO MAKE IT THE 99TH POST ON THIS DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW, IT'S 09092009 TODAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM DAMN PROUD OF MYSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK GOD I MADE IT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE BEEN CRACKING MY HEAD THIS FEW DAYS TO THINK OF WHAT TO POST. SO I DESERVED A LITTLE CELEBRATION AND CHAMPAGNE. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU XIAN JIN FOR SUPPORTING ME!!!!!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I SHALL BE GOING ON HIATUS FOR A LONG TIME. THE AMOUNT OF POST I'VE POSTED FOR THIS FEW DAYS IS THE AMOUNT OF POST I WILL POST IN ONE YEAR ACCORDING TO MY NORMAL RATE. MY BLOG IS DEFINITELY A SLOW MAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moment of my life!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-942063189759632420?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/942063189759632420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=942063189759632420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/942063189759632420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/942063189759632420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/99th-post-on-09092009.html' title='99th post on 09092009'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfB2A9uGZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zqdTW-5Z_X8/s72-c/99sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6937309597843814433</id><published>2009-09-09T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:53:47.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home or....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfAO1DIEPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PkED_Ox1fjo/s1600-h/565425pw600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfAO1DIEPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PkED_Ox1fjo/s1600-h/565425pw600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379479640908239090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfAO1DIEPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PkED_Ox1fjo/s400/565425pw600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was on postsecret a few weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's an email message which kinda responded to this that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I spent years feeling like this, wondering if each new place I went would be the home I was looking for. Then I realized that "home" is not something the universe is supposed to give me, a magical place where I'll suddenly feel I belong. It's a commitment I make to a place and to a community. I found a place that didn't feel like home at first, but I decided to make it my home. Every day that I spend here strengthens my commitment. Every day it becomes a little more like "home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sometimes everyone feels a little out of place, at least I do, but this makes me hopeful. Hopeful of the home that I might be able to build one day. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6937309597843814433?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6937309597843814433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6937309597843814433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6937309597843814433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6937309597843814433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-or.html' title='Home or....?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqfAO1DIEPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PkED_Ox1fjo/s72-c/565425pw600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7464252305548001067</id><published>2009-09-09T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:40:22.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubles fear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Suess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I don't make sense, it's because I love nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7464252305548001067?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7464252305548001067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7464252305548001067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7464252305548001067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7464252305548001067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/nonsense.html' title='troubles fear me'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-9103496679460783368</id><published>2009-09-09T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:39:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa ketawa?</title><content type='html'>Jing Yee is emo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mok made our life better by telling us "facts" like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only two reasons to why someone laugh when the teacher scolds us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tak sedar&lt;br /&gt;2) Nak meneruskan sikap anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he has too small of a brain to think that maybe there's a thrid possibility, which is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cikgu lucu sangat (in a dumb way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're right about the world having more fools than nitrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, how he enlighten me with knowledge. *cough* *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-9103496679460783368?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/9103496679460783368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=9103496679460783368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9103496679460783368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9103496679460783368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/kenapa-ketawa.html' title='Kenapa ketawa?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3831793689696112701</id><published>2009-09-09T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:35:17.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sqeuz4T0bpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lUsXDIziFuU/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379460486229421714" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sqeuz4T0bpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lUsXDIziFuU/s400/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, Pui Ping has amazed me with her kindness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's so kind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish she could marry me!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she hates that photo. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3831793689696112701?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3831793689696112701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3831793689696112701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3831793689696112701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3831793689696112701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/honey.html' title='Honey~'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sqeuz4T0bpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lUsXDIziFuU/s72-c/la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8316689583297241105</id><published>2009-09-08T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:22:35.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love makes even gravestones look pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZ0-gC3l5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5AbWAoOfRVg/s1600-h/anna-nicole-smith-grave-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379115422043314066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZ0-gC3l5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5AbWAoOfRVg/s400/anna-nicole-smith-grave-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nicole Smith's gravestone. I know, it's kinda gloomy. Who put people's gravestone on their blog anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was buried with her son who died a little earlier than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the stone, it writes ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you more than all the raindrops in the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you more than all the fishes in the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is so sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes I tend to get sentimental which means I'm a girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZ0UAcHZKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pH8L4vfbqOA/s1600-h/anna-nicole-smith-grave-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's a girl thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8316689583297241105?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8316689583297241105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8316689583297241105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8316689583297241105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8316689583297241105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-makes-even-gravestone-looks-pretty.html' title='Love makes even gravestones look pretty'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZ0-gC3l5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5AbWAoOfRVg/s72-c/anna-nicole-smith-grave-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4018191042276314293</id><published>2009-09-08T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:11:50.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers ≠ well educated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADD MATHS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MORAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow's schedule suck as much as Mok's teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I have nothing to post. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4018191042276314293?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4018191042276314293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4018191042276314293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4018191042276314293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4018191042276314293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-well-educated.html' title='Teachers ≠ well educated'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6077498743140781381</id><published>2009-09-08T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:39:19.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a klutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, we did gymnastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stopped in the air for two seconds while jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People laughed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up with a swollen leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Gymnastic gives me the heart skipping beats in a bad way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6077498743140781381?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6077498743140781381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6077498743140781381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6077498743140781381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6077498743140781381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-klutz.html' title='I&apos;m a klutz'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5057397446443684945</id><published>2009-09-08T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:40:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity ≠ Sanity</title><content type='html'>My grandpa knocked his head today. (nothing serious, it just hurts like a bitch) And the skin on his scalp like peeled off. So he get my grandma to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My grandma said : "I help you cut the skin off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa: " Why cut it off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grandma: "Let it hanging on your head for what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa : "Ok la..." *suspicious*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the scissors out. With me screaming in the background cause it's like damn creepy to me. I cannot stand anything gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa yelled: " Don't cut my hair ah!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grandma: "Ok la, so fan." *cuts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa :" Ok already?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grandma: "OK." *shows the skin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa :" You cut my hair off!!!! I told you not to!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grandma:" How ah?! I can't help it also. It stuck on the hair mah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grandpa :" No hair already still cut people's hair!!!!" *grumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Damn vain la, ok? And my grandma lied that she wouldn't cut off his hair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It doesn't matter if you are eight or eighty, you still have to right to be vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5057397446443684945?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5057397446443684945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5057397446443684945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5057397446443684945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5057397446443684945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanity-is-genetics.html' title='Vanity ≠ Sanity'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3486929485132166996</id><published>2009-09-08T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:13:46.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant in a little world or little people in a big world?</title><content type='html'>Today as I was watching tennis (US Open) with my grandma, I kinda dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suddenly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportscasters&lt;/span&gt; said something about being six nine, which is six feet nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I looked up and damn, the guy's a giant!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people like me or Sabrina or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Hui who are 5 feet and under while people like him grew so tall. What did he eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a tennis player not some basketball player. But whatever, life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZkUzpb7rI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0z82ZIVgWP4/s1600-h/rochus_isner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097113564802738" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZkUzpb7rI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0z82ZIVgWP4/s400/rochus_isner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the far right, him with another professional tennis player (centre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the website that I found this photo, the caption writes "John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Isner&lt;/span&gt; standing next to Olivier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rochus&lt;/span&gt;, it hardly seems fair." Unfair in terms of which ever side you look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rochus&lt;/span&gt; (centre) standing at 5'5" is the shortest player in the ATP tour professional. I definitely feel ya, mate. And he is still grinning in that photo, I wonder what is it to be grinned about.... Shorties are optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the guy is 5'5" and he looks like a freaking dwarf standing next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Isner&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine me or Sabrina or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; Hui who are 5 feet and under standing next to him. In a photo, is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; to capture our face (with us standing) without having the photographer standing like 20 feet away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Short people are cute people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3486929485132166996?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3486929485132166996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3486929485132166996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3486929485132166996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3486929485132166996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/giant-in-little-world-or-little-people.html' title='Giant in a little world or little people in a big world?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqZkUzpb7rI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0z82ZIVgWP4/s72-c/rochus_isner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2163393429639247712</id><published>2009-09-07T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:49:20.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it was easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUc3whvlgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5HYkM5WOQ68/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378737074208740866" style="WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUc3whvlgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5HYkM5WOQ68/s400/beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I try to do in every second of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something I aspire to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- It's hard but I'm definitely trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2163393429639247712?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2163393429639247712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2163393429639247712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2163393429639247712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2163393429639247712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='Nobody said it was easy'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUc3whvlgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5HYkM5WOQ68/s72-c/beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8785469396551030142</id><published>2009-09-07T22:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:50:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutesy Cute-da-doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbLky4xlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GyODoSlW7YM/s1600-h/amcq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378735215633548882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbLky4xlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GyODoSlW7YM/s400/amcq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Alexander McQueen skull clutch is so hardcore, it beats the shit out of the toughest fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbgu8uloI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZkCVf9-J2EM/s1600-h/ep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378735579136431746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbgu8uloI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZkCVf9-J2EM/s400/ep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a kidney!!!!!!! Emilio Pucci sure has a great mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbl6lPWEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ytxfnPdvE9I/s1600-h/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbl6lPWEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ytxfnPdvE9I/s1600-h/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbl6lPWEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ytxfnPdvE9I/s1600-h/marc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378735668158486594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbl6lPWEI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ytxfnPdvE9I/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marc Jacobs seem to have an eye for cutesy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So cute it burns my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8785469396551030142?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8785469396551030142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8785469396551030142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8785469396551030142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8785469396551030142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutesy-cute-da-doodle.html' title='Cutesy Cute-da-doodle'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqUbLky4xlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GyODoSlW7YM/s72-c/amcq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1279444006038059433</id><published>2009-09-07T21:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:20:51.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nose is about to fall off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karaoke this Friday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm damn excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't wait to get past all these crappy days!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today my nose is about to fall off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank god I glued them in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And no, I'm still not doing my English essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Cinder is damn happy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1279444006038059433?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1279444006038059433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1279444006038059433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1279444006038059433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1279444006038059433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/karaoke-this-friday-now-im-damn-excited.html' title='My nose is about to fall off'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-9213460419388685447</id><published>2009-09-07T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:47:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelas menggilap dan menggapai "A" bermaksud something so dumb it doesn't need to exist. Its existence is a disgrace to mother nature. Not only does it pollutes the world, it does nothing good except for making dumb people dumber, making emo teachers emo-er and wasting resources. I think I will contact some environmental club and bring this dumbest-creation-of-the-century down. Since, I love the environment and so do the other 99.9% students in these dumb shit classes. We're not attending any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE OUR EARTH!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is something I learnt from Sharpie. I think our principal is as fantastic as Mok and therefore they should just get together and live happily ever after (or not) but not like I care. Evil people deserved bad endings. It's karma. Just stay out of our business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Nilai ini bermaksud not having stupid quiz like this. LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-9213460419388685447?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/9213460419388685447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=9213460419388685447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9213460419388685447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9213460419388685447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/010.html' title='0/10'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1280790396143593773</id><published>2009-09-07T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:33:58.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twi-i-have-homework-to-do-light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's 5 things I'm sure about....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Vampires don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;b) I will not get kidnapped just because I said something stupid (and true) about them.&lt;br /&gt;c) Edward is a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;d) I should be doing my English essay.&lt;br /&gt;e) Hence, who gives a damn about vampires anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know this is stupid. I can't help it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1280790396143593773?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1280790396143593773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1280790396143593773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1280790396143593773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1280790396143593773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/twi-i-have-homework-to-do-light.html' title='Twi-i-have-homework-to-do-light'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1877508061089884795</id><published>2009-09-06T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:08:45.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All pictures credit to Polyvore and google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Monday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's just welcome this day with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPORGUrtHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ay0mBP_f4Hk/s1600-h/big-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378369173160965234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPORGUrtHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ay0mBP_f4Hk/s400/big-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPOYGJHhtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Lo_Nqj-tB74/s1600-h/BigSmile_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378369293371541202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPOYGJHhtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Lo_Nqj-tB74/s400/BigSmile_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPOh-RUOdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6gxaiJSKq_g/s1600-h/big_hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378369463057136082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPOh-RUOdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6gxaiJSKq_g/s400/big_hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPQV7wWWBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fHKJKcWyy5c/s1600-h/postsecret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378371455246817298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPQV7wWWBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/fHKJKcWyy5c/s400/postsecret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/339203066951255308-1877508061089884795?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1877508061089884795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1877508061089884795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1877508061089884795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1877508061089884795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget....'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPORGUrtHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ay0mBP_f4Hk/s72-c/big-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1848578987861504688</id><published>2009-09-06T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:34:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPH1ZIetFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6gjiNXeZq9g/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPH1ZIetFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6gjiNXeZq9g/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362100103951442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPH1ZIetFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6gjiNXeZq9g/s400/img-thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This shirt reads " Coco said: Imitation is the highest form of flattery."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Which I can't even agree more on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1848578987861504688?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1848578987861504688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1848578987861504688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1848578987861504688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1848578987861504688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/coco-said.html' title='Coco said...'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPH1ZIetFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6gjiNXeZq9g/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3453569110788867519</id><published>2009-09-06T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:30:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion makes me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFnssXl3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/djJ_gfxtrVk/s1600-h/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359665813329778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFnssXl3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/djJ_gfxtrVk/s400/aw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alexander Wang cutout jersey skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFjyIDklI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c3U7pk-Loco/s1600-h/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359598552158802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFjyIDklI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c3U7pk-Loco/s400/ck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christopher Kane's tulle skirt is definitely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359512927438002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFezJiBLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nBrNmDEe3ws/s400/ysl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yves Saint Laurent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFbcNZSfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hh-3zupbd_A/s1600-h/jc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359455230020082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFbcNZSfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hh-3zupbd_A/s400/jc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Jeffrey Campbell flats make me think of a China doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPGS53DTTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kE20nA15lKM/s1600-h/3656874615_b2cbcdc23a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360408082173234" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPGS53DTTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kE20nA15lKM/s400/3656874615_b2cbcdc23a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Chanel mesh booties have been on my mind since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm definitely more girlish than people give me credit for being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3453569110788867519?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3453569110788867519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3453569110788867519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3453569110788867519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3453569110788867519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashion-makes-me-happy.html' title='fashion makes me happy'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPFnssXl3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/djJ_gfxtrVk/s72-c/aw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8842457642458253793</id><published>2009-09-06T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:28:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the sky start falling Christian Louboutins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAm81bTnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9I0RWMcCLNY/s1600-h/cl+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378354155408281202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAm81bTnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9I0RWMcCLNY/s400/cl+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378354102909810546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAj5Q0N3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/DyJ764IgX_s/s400/cl4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAfcQm_jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UijbJ5N3w18/s1600-h/cl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378354026404838962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAfcQm_jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UijbJ5N3w18/s400/cl5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAbPTOekI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A8qU3l__DqI/s1600-h/cl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378353954206677570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAbPTOekI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A8qU3l__DqI/s400/cl3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Louboutin is a fcking genius for making the simplest pair of shoes look good!!! Why does every pair of these look so impeccable!!!!! Why!!!! The red sole is &lt;3~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would willingly fall flat on my face if I get to wear these 5-inch babies for even a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if the sky is about to drop one of these Christian Louboutin babies in size 4 (which is my size), I'm gonna run for it and get myself covered in mud. Cause I know these will look fabulous even in mud!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Now, I gotta study hard and know someone rich (old or not) and get him (or her) to love me enough to buy me these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s The cutout boots please. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/p/s I'm gonna name my son Christian one day in hope that he will make killer heels for his mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8842457642458253793?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8842457642458253793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8842457642458253793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8842457642458253793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8842457642458253793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-sky-falls-christian-louboutin.html' title='If the sky start falling Christian Louboutins...'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqPAm81bTnI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9I0RWMcCLNY/s72-c/cl+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-240624014574732507</id><published>2009-09-06T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:02:20.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter NOT</title><content type='html'>Who needs a twitter anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is my freaking twitter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog more than people twit in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe?! Well, too bad cause you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-240624014574732507?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/240624014574732507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=240624014574732507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/240624014574732507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/240624014574732507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/twitter-not.html' title='twitter NOT'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2231203350029014201</id><published>2009-09-04T23:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:44:42.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue sky, green grass and fresh flowers my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UGH!!!! I FEEL SO LIFELESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO FOR TUITION TOMORROW MORNING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEENAGERS LIKE ME SHOULD SPEND THEIR WEEKENDS SITTING AT HOME BEING LAZY ASSES!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I wonder how people can sing about the blue sky and green grass and fresh flowers when my life is so lifeless and it sucks ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2231203350029014201?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2231203350029014201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2231203350029014201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2231203350029014201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2231203350029014201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-sky-green-grass-and-fresh-flowers.html' title='Blue sky, green grass and fresh flowers my ass'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5151489790435013865</id><published>2009-09-04T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:36:41.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I don't think you're being fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;God isn't playing a fair game. He must be drunk when he made me. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyK8KEeqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5Dj0oWBH_60/s1600-h/alek-wek-ghghs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634593585527458" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyK8KEeqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5Dj0oWBH_60/s400/alek-wek-ghghs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at those legs. Gosh, I have never been so jealous of anyone's leg until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyTe1CicI/AAAAAAAAAVI/31ZmzE0LAtM/s1600-h/Alek%2520Wek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634740331514306" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyTe1CicI/AAAAAAAAAVI/31ZmzE0LAtM/s400/Alek%2520Wek2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't be suprise if you tell me that she's sculpted of dark chocolate by the hands of a master sculptor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyPfVqolI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Aq9tjy-NlMg/s1600-h/alek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377634671748883026" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyPfVqolI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Aq9tjy-NlMg/s400/alek2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Supermodel in action?! Couldn't agree more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Her name is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alek Wek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5151489790435013865?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5151489790435013865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5151489790435013865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5151489790435013865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5151489790435013865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-i-dont-think-youre-being-fair.html' title='God, I don&apos;t think you&apos;re being fair'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEyK8KEeqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5Dj0oWBH_60/s72-c/alek-wek-ghghs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5710117989724076826</id><published>2009-09-04T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:18:50.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're running away from heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My classmates are afraid of sky-high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're afraid that they may fall flat on their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have the look of terror in their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their look tell me that heels that high should not exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think there's a death in the opposite house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I'm feeling like a poet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5710117989724076826?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5710117989724076826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5710117989724076826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5710117989724076826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5710117989724076826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/theyre-running-away-from-heels.html' title='They&apos;re running away from heels'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3688507176917193082</id><published>2009-09-04T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:13:17.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention on the feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My blog is turning into a fashion slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsgb5ZgaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K3XaS4WvVEs/s1600-h/cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628365813023138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsgb5ZgaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K3XaS4WvVEs/s400/cl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These babies from Christian Louboutin are gonna blind your eyes. Eat your heart out, disco ball!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsaGJzuQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JYUWBJPAu48/s1600-h/see+by+chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628256897054978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsaGJzuQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JYUWBJPAu48/s400/see+by+chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See by Chloe. If these are not badass, I don't know what is. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsVvPHCSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3FXQ6qLH1c4/s1600-h/studded+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628182025799970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsVvPHCSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3FXQ6qLH1c4/s400/studded+boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Proenza Schouler studded boots are irresistible. Polka dots pattern but in studs? Huge turn-on. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsMtWYRHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LXRdb7CpRAs/s1600-h/lace+pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377628026900595826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsMtWYRHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LXRdb7CpRAs/s400/lace+pumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lacy babies from Giorgio Armani are the best thing ever!!! Now, you don't have to wear your lace on the inside. You can wear it on your feet!!! Damn, this is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsMtWYRHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/LXRdb7CpRAs/s1600-h/lace+pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you dare say that one of the above is not fierce, I'ma cut you into half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3688507176917193082?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3688507176917193082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3688507176917193082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3688507176917193082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3688507176917193082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-on-feet.html' title='Attention on the feet'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SqEsgb5ZgaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/K3XaS4WvVEs/s72-c/cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-509243921079439484</id><published>2009-09-03T23:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:07:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Think twice before you speak, and then you may be able to&lt;br /&gt;say something more insulting than if you spoke right out at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Evan Esar, Esar's Comic Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;Humorist (1899 - 1995)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I so totally agree on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm on a big, noble mission and if I succeed, I'm saint Shu Ern. Not too shabby, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hence, all the nonsense in my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ignore me if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-509243921079439484?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/509243921079439484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=509243921079439484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/509243921079439484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/509243921079439484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7971208497699699453</id><published>2009-09-03T22:30:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:20:45.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_d6fTLRaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DsGRflm3Sgw/s1600-h/DSC01517().JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377260477007742370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_d6fTLRaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DsGRflm3Sgw/s400/DSC01517().JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut my own fringe. It's long and drag-ish before. It's looks gloomy. So I became a Katy Perry wannabe. I look tired cause I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the below photos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm high on drugs but you're still going home without me. P/s you smell bad. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_VxBFxuGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ne4ZE98PT4g/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377251518186633314" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_VxBFxuGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ne4ZE98PT4g/s400/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377251438521411666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_VsYUG6FI/AAAAAAAAATo/mR25nvkgHmI/s400/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_VmR8dkYI/AAAAAAAAATg/AhXhDCLhKX8/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377251333732405634" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_VmR8dkYI/AAAAAAAAATg/AhXhDCLhKX8/s400/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please do focus on my amazing fringe and almost-amazing eyelashes. They're real. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have realized that you have got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a) A freaking professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;b) Have divine talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;c) A god damn retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to say that cutting your own blunt bangs is eassay~~.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-And that is why we have a place called hair salon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7971208497699699453?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7971208497699699453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7971208497699699453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7971208497699699453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7971208497699699453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-of-moment.html' title='Photos of the moment'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_d6fTLRaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DsGRflm3Sgw/s72-c/DSC01517().JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-2256903968606697427</id><published>2009-09-03T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:30:09.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're as artistic as my pinky is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm an artist but sometimes I swear like a sailor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a filthy mouth and I don't have a filter between my mouth and my brain. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_Q_8oDatI/AAAAAAAAATA/o7wBsN8PCrY/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246277128121042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_Q_8oDatI/AAAAAAAAATA/o7wBsN8PCrY/s400/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who would thought that light could look so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_QtchVGjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hsaEtaHOGhc/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377245959272340018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_QtchVGjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hsaEtaHOGhc/s400/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autumn or not. It's definitely not autism. [Inside joke between me and Derder-mot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_RIMeRFMI/AAAAAAAAATI/VnBu-v8-4hA/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246418820994242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_RIMeRFMI/AAAAAAAAATI/VnBu-v8-4hA/s400/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers are so pretty. I make them gorgeous. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_RQGuep-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dLeaM9VAS18/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246554717333474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_RQGuep-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dLeaM9VAS18/s400/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More flowers. This feels like Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 more damn posts to go. Blogging is hard. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-2256903968606697427?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/2256903968606697427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=2256903968606697427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2256903968606697427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/2256903968606697427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-artist-but-sometimes-i-swear-like.html' title='You&apos;re as artistic as my pinky is'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_Q_8oDatI/AAAAAAAAATA/o7wBsN8PCrY/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-574109947527359240</id><published>2009-09-03T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:19:39.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big band (it's a photo spam)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As in hairbands!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_KZCRFusI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wv9tiNtfQo8/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239011557751490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_KZCRFusI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wv9tiNtfQo8/s400/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hui Wei and Shung were out of control while I'm still being my composed self. I'm proud of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_KuRhIASI/AAAAAAAAASo/r8AkFDlQKco/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239376428794146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_KuRhIASI/AAAAAAAAASo/r8AkFDlQKco/s400/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this is a normal photo. But my expression tells another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_K-egXlAI/AAAAAAAAASw/t8RI9dY3qS8/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239654793188354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_K-egXlAI/AAAAAAAAASw/t8RI9dY3qS8/s400/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jade-I-rock-your-ass- DreamDream and Destiny I-look-better-than-you-in-headbands-PassionVelvet. [WTF?!] It's supposed to be kind of a stripper name cause these big ass, flamboyant head pieces remind me of Vegas showgirls. Figure out who is who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I still got 3 posts to write. I have a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-574109947527359240?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/574109947527359240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=574109947527359240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/574109947527359240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/574109947527359240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-band-its-photo-spam.html' title='big band (it&apos;s a photo spam)'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sp_KZCRFusI/AAAAAAAAASg/Wv9tiNtfQo8/s72-c/DSC01176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3182368590574991744</id><published>2009-08-31T21:22:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:51:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRz8TnGXI/AAAAAAAAARw/ESRtY4XQfy0/s1600-h/i+love+french.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376121270488734066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRz8TnGXI/AAAAAAAAARw/ESRtY4XQfy0/s400/i+love+french.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonjour!!! Comment allez vous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, I'm obssessed with France. I mean who wouldn't, it's a country full of love and beauties. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvQ-QsWqkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5ofx6qQTaGg/s1600-h/eiffel-tower-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120348248287810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvQ-QsWqkI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5ofx6qQTaGg/s400/eiffel-tower-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRNVnLgSI/AAAAAAAAARY/iSZ9xL_hTQI/s1600-h/the-magnificent-musee-du-louvre-resting-in-tranquility-paris-france.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120607266799906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRNVnLgSI/AAAAAAAAARY/iSZ9xL_hTQI/s400/the-magnificent-musee-du-louvre-resting-in-tranquility-paris-france.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musée du Louvre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRUS_NQRI/AAAAAAAAARg/6iPJWT7WUfw/s1600-h/309105518_5bed9b088c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120726821355794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRUS_NQRI/AAAAAAAAARg/6iPJWT7WUfw/s400/309105518_5bed9b088c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palace of Versailles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRh6tUr8I/AAAAAAAAARo/FGz026lgTxU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376120960822063042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRh6tUr8I/AAAAAAAAARo/FGz026lgTxU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arc de triomphe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is captivating at night, isn't it? I'm swooning over the pictures right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvT7EqMqJI/AAAAAAAAASI/kY0c4Q3atBk/s1600-h/jbm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123592013293714" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvT7EqMqJI/AAAAAAAAASI/kY0c4Q3atBk/s400/jbm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvURNnc5AI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XvJzJqd_Y9k/s1600-h/jean-baptiste-maunier-20061105-176056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123972374815746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvURNnc5AI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XvJzJqd_Y9k/s400/jean-baptiste-maunier-20061105-176056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvThewdV2I/AAAAAAAAASA/EsXfC3S_2l0/s1600-h/Jean-Baptiste_Maunier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123152342275938" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvThewdV2I/AAAAAAAAASA/EsXfC3S_2l0/s400/Jean-Baptiste_Maunier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvTYoOJYPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Rs7LqcRGV64/s1600-h/4ee70b34cd1b93b8b5b12b195243d343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376123000263893234" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvTYoOJYPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Rs7LqcRGV64/s400/4ee70b34cd1b93b8b5b12b195243d343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Baptiste Maunier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the gorgeous-est? And he sings like a freaking angel. What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All guys on Earth, be very ashame of yourself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If french guys are not one of the most attractive part [if not the most] of france. I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvVo62tFmI/AAAAAAAAASY/ol0vbYDwIs8/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376125479167006306" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvVo62tFmI/AAAAAAAAASY/ol0vbYDwIs8/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to Gaspard Ulliel for introducing me to the beauty of france. [And the hotness of frenchmen.] But Lai Chin, the fan girl still can't have him. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO CARES IF THEY'RE UNFRIENDLY WHEN THE COUNTY AND THE PEOPLE LOOK LIKE THAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: I can't speak French for Pete's sake. I'm a fake french girl. [ Hello Cinder!!!] And I can't even pronouce both the guys' names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- If you think that my blog is shit, go to postsecret.blogspot.com. It's my guilty pleasure every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, to all gorgeous frenchmen out there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veux-tu m'épouser ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm signing off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Au revoir!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3182368590574991744?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3182368590574991744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3182368590574991744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3182368590574991744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3182368590574991744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/08/france-talk.html' title='France talk'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SpvRz8TnGXI/AAAAAAAAARw/ESRtY4XQfy0/s72-c/i+love+french.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3463584378951407958</id><published>2009-08-04T21:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:34:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ish sad =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sngzp5Lm5tI/AAAAAAAAARA/6jYcvNN3kOg/s1600-h/panic-at-the-disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366095750829106898" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sngzp5Lm5tI/AAAAAAAAARA/6jYcvNN3kOg/s400/panic-at-the-disco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the Disco has split. Yes, that is old news. But I just knew it like 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you asked? Not because I'm dumb or am I a sentimental but they have brought good music to me and yea, I've been happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I thought they were working on a new album TOGETHER, they split.&lt;br /&gt;As if that didn't just break my black little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stated that, they're heading into different direction in terms of music and creatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Ryan (Ross) and Jon (Walker) are forming a new band called "The Young Veins" and is supposedly a retro-sounding band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Brandon (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urie&lt;/span&gt;) and Spencer (Smith) remained in the band, can they make good music and knock my socks off like they did with the first album? I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are saying that Panic! at the disco is heading back to their old style but I'm not so sure. I heard their new song and what's the difference between them and those pop shit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retro is coming back in a big way and even Ryan and Jon are riding on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Young Veins definitely have the better lyrics as Ryan the creative one is there. But his voice lacks a spark and that spark belongs to Brandon. I'm not excited at all. I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old Panic! when they have the quirky, unique lyrics and a sound that relates to and attracts people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MORE FUNNY, LAUGH YOUR HEART OUT INTERVIEWS FROM THEM, TOGETHER ANYMORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Creative differences suck my ass. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3463584378951407958?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3463584378951407958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3463584378951407958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3463584378951407958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3463584378951407958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-ish-sad.html' title='Me ish sad =('/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sngzp5Lm5tI/AAAAAAAAARA/6jYcvNN3kOg/s72-c/panic-at-the-disco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4489509010806774017</id><published>2009-07-30T10:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:24:08.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crushing down</title><content type='html'>I have imagined this in so many ways and too many times to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM DEFEATED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Spit and scorn at me if you want to cause I'm the worst human on Earth at the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Slap me cause that will make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm a cocky lil' bitch ain't I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't worry, cause I hate myself as much as others do. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- I just can't seem to get over myself. Sorry.&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/339203066951255308-4489509010806774017?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4489509010806774017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4489509010806774017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4489509010806774017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4489509010806774017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/07/crushing-down.html' title='crushing down'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7765693397084263039</id><published>2009-07-07T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:13:09.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some dimwit of a principal</title><content type='html'>People just can't get enough of me. *sigh* I'm like damn irresistible, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday which is Monday, during English class, we have the trainee and Pn. Wan Rosna sitting at the back of the class. The trainee starts teaching and yada yada. Then he asked us to take out our text books and read the text on some random page. Then he asked us to try answering the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was something like " Which text is about animals?" Then I gleefully told Jing Yee the answer and tried being the smart one for once. Then when the trainee starts to discuss, the answer is actually something like "Text 1 and 4." Of course I was shocked and went into my random rambling. I was like " Now birds are not animals la!!! What's wrong with the world man!! First, you insult the pigs now the birds, whats next!!!!???!!" Then Pn. Wan Rosna looked at me disgustingly, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from SAB who listened to our beloved principal on Monday's assembly, you should probably heard that she called the H1N1, "selesema babi". Come on la, it's not the pigs' fault!!! You think the pigs are so free and got nothing to do (Like you, Pn. Latifah) that they have to catch some weird, unknown virus just so that people can call it swine flu?! Pigs have life too, ok? They are busy getting fed [and be fat] and being slaughtered for their meat!!! Ugh, dimwit. [And I'm sure she was not having the Monday blues. She was born shallow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As the representative for the pigs society, I hereby announced that "Pigs are not sinful!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7765693397084263039?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7765693397084263039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7765693397084263039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7765693397084263039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7765693397084263039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-dimwit-of-principal.html' title='Some dimwit of a principal'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1676371900258552497</id><published>2009-07-03T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:34:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert! Bitch ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to tell Edwin something, even tho I know he doesn't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have to look evil to be evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Shakespeare agrees on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One may smile, and smile, and be a villain!&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls, you know who I'm talking about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People, this is a warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1676371900258552497?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1676371900258552497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1676371900258552497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1676371900258552497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1676371900258552497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/07/alert-bitch-ahead.html' title='Alert! Bitch ahead'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8573757859065744417</id><published>2009-06-24T21:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:39:27.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout to Pui Ping!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone besides me who love Pui Ping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is like the kindest soul on Earth!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love her!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Standing besides her just make my devilish self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out more!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Blaming someone else is always easier than blaming oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8573757859065744417?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8573757859065744417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8573757859065744417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8573757859065744417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8573757859065744417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/06/anyone-besides-me-who-love-pui-ping-she.html' title='Shoutout to Pui Ping!!!'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3131452041665186713</id><published>2009-06-07T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:03:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yee Seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;B: Baoyu&lt;br /&gt;C: Cinderder&lt;br /&gt;D: Daniel Radcliffe (Potter geek)&lt;br /&gt;E: Elmo from sesame street (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;F: Fiona&lt;br /&gt;G: George Bush (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;H: Hui Wei&lt;br /&gt;I: Indiana Jones (Walau!! Fictional also got!!)&lt;br /&gt;J: Jing Yee&lt;br /&gt;K: Koh Xian Jin&lt;br /&gt;L: Loo Pei Ann&lt;br /&gt;M: Michelle&lt;br /&gt;N: Naomi Campbell&lt;br /&gt;O: Obama (I'm gonna die)&lt;br /&gt;P: Pui Ping&lt;br /&gt;Q: Qin (Freaking brother last name)&lt;br /&gt;R: Regent Chua&lt;br /&gt;S: Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;T: Tan Shung Li&lt;br /&gt;U: Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;V: Veng-Munn&lt;br /&gt;W: Walt Disney (Yay!!!)&lt;br /&gt;X: Xin Hui&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yee Seen&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zhi Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can A and Z be together?&lt;br /&gt;- Unless they're freaking lesbians which I've nothing to say but no. A and Z are no lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will K and Y argue?&lt;br /&gt;- No. They're cool people who loves each other. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can X and J be enemies?&lt;br /&gt;- No. Girls are friendly. And people above 150cm and below 160cm should stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What will you do if S say 'I love You' to you?&lt;br /&gt;- She does that all the time. Intimately. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What if L snatch your boy friend?&lt;br /&gt;- If I have a boyfriend for her to snatch, it would at least makes me feel better. But no boyfriend for me.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think she trusts and likes my taste.&lt;br /&gt;- Loo family stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What if K called you a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;- Call her a bitch back. With more filthy words and expression. That's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What if N ask you out?&lt;br /&gt;- No. She's way too tall and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;- She throws cellphone at people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you and G argue?&lt;br /&gt;- No. He's like the freaking former president of the United States and apparently the inspiration for the song "American Idiot" from Green Day. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will you be angry with D if he step on your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;- Take out my freaking wand and turn him into a nerdy, geek toad. [Harry Potter style]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What will you do when you get in a fight between Z and I?&lt;br /&gt;- Indiana Jones would have won if he's real that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the best thing that you like about H?&lt;br /&gt;- Transformer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- She's the best person to hug EVVVVVVVVEEEEEEERRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you hate about O?&lt;br /&gt;- Cannot say. Political issue. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of W?&lt;br /&gt;- Mickey Mouse (Full stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour does Q like?&lt;br /&gt;- Black. &lt;---- Sho lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15. What is U like?&lt;br /&gt;- Urm... red specs, braces, necklace that reads Betty and clothes that would make one blind and before going blind thinks if she's colourblind. [OMG!!! I rhyme.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you find M?&lt;br /&gt;- Her hair is my obsession. It's so silky soft. [Crazy hair girl.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will you do if J and S fight?&lt;br /&gt;- Never seen them fight before. 4M together together ma. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Does A-Z know each other?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course not!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you know what is V's huge secret?&lt;br /&gt;- I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;- But one thing, she's into guys and falls in love super easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does K like?&lt;br /&gt;- Being emo?! LOL, joking only.&lt;br /&gt;- I think she likes me being a worm. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Celebrities, politicians and fictional characters are my imaginary friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3131452041665186713?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3131452041665186713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3131452041665186713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3131452041665186713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3131452041665186713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-yee-seen.html' title='Tagged by Yee Seen'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-9012523238321108751</id><published>2009-06-05T23:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:57:00.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no hater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT WATCH THE VIDEOS BELOW IF YOU'RE EASILY OFFENDED, PREGNANT OR FAINT-HEARTED. THE VIDEO BELOW MIGHT CONTAIN GRAPHIC AND AUDIO THAT MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO VIEWERS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPPQVaFqMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPPQVaFqMwk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like watching a horror movie at the cinema with your eyes closed and the guy sitting beside you is like totally calm and out of point. The guy was trying to talk all the way and the girl was like "Shh, Shh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy had his jaw dropped so far that I'm afraid that he wouldn't be able to pick it back up. The girl was obviously not pleased with the guy's talking. She was like "Shut up fuck up dude." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I absolutely agree with is the word "faggots" when they started watching the trailer. The guy is totally disappointed with the fact that the wolves snarl and not howl. Overall, I think they're possessed by some evil spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLvNGZjMt8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLvNGZjMt8I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady has some serious problem. She's crazy. And crazy doesn't even starts to describe this lady. From her voice, I had say that she has the range and term of a soprano. Great for opera, might be helpful in making friends in her new home which is a psychiatric hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time after she start watching the trailer, it was like she was having sex while having an emotional breakdown while watching a horror movie, doing all that while she was having a constipation?! Look at her talking about the wolves!!! I laughed so hard, I might die from the lack of air in my room. I mean, I watched the trailer from E! and the wolves are like Disney pansy wolves!!!! Yeah, I'm sure it's a *poof*wolf and there's even little fairy surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talks so fast, it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guinness&lt;/span&gt; record. She doesn't need to breathe!!!!! I think she's about to break down at the end!!! She even smiles like a psycho!!! She's like "Ha!! A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paper cut&lt;/span&gt;, you dumb bitch!!!" Bite her, Jasper!!! Bite her!!!" While I was thinking that vampires and werewolves would teamed up to stop this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is BET-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ERRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!! than Twilight." the way she pronounced it... kills me. Oh yes, and I'm so sure that the movie will win an Oscar or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reaction after watching this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUICK CHARLIE!! SAVE BELLA!!!! WHO CARES ABOUT VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES WHEN PEOPLE LIKE THIS ARE OUT IN THE WORLD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm no hater. I'm just extremely cautious when it comes to whether crazy fan girls will be sitting next to me in a cinema.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-9012523238321108751?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/9012523238321108751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=9012523238321108751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9012523238321108751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/9012523238321108751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-no-hater.html' title='I&apos;m no hater'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1408450324072152790</id><published>2009-05-31T10:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:36:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the time machine from Doraemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341807367251892642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SiHpf5edGaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DXKMC5PGf-8/s400/Image1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SiHrcQh-aSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IFqH3kEnvRM/s1600-h/Image0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this? There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt; of creepy thing going on with the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the red circle. Because I edited the red circle in with Paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed this photo from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; Chin's blog. And I was shocked to see that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; Chin's younger self has came to see her!!!! Look at the hair. It's creepy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is she is disguising as someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; daughter and wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; Chin to take her photo. Evil soul [kid].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SiHrcQh-aSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IFqH3kEnvRM/s1600-h/Image0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341809503744452898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SiHrcQh-aSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IFqH3kEnvRM/s400/Image0931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Or maybe she's from the ancient Egypt period. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1408450324072152790?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1408450324072152790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1408450324072152790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1408450324072152790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1408450324072152790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-time-machine-from-doraemon.html' title='It&apos;s the time machine from Doraemon'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SiHpf5edGaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DXKMC5PGf-8/s72-c/Image1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5605128741838376525</id><published>2009-05-31T09:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:18:06.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are only an alphabet away from gays</title><content type='html'>At tuition yesterday, my dear classmate paid tribute to Adam Lambert by painting her nails black and wearing black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was all like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!! Adam Lambert is so hot and he should win."&lt;br /&gt;Some guy obviously disagree by saying "He's gay and can't sing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending is the guy dying and begging for life. [Girl power]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got a bit carried off with my inner storyteller. My main point is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT IS IT WITH GUYS AND OPPOSING GAYS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys always seem to be disgusted and opposed gays as if it's their goddamn business. What about human rights we're all pressing about? What about gays? What about you stupid guys opposing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so free, I actually have time to write down why guys hate gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone who is sensitive, has a better sense of style, understands girls and appreciate things more is definitely a no-no among guys. I mean, guys are known for being insensitive, egotistic, narcissistic jerk from hell. Of course, they wouldn't like the idea of being all "soft" and "feminine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think gays somehow hurt their so-called normal guys' ego and pride. Their male pride is taking over them, so much that they hate gays. Immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guys are disgusted by the fact that two of the same sex getting their hands all over each other. They think that the gays will go for them and that's when I have to bruised their ego a little. Gays are not so stupid that they go for straight guys who will obviously give them the disgusted stare or cold shoulder. "Normal" guys think they're so attractive that even gays fall for them. BAH-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Ego, ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lambert&lt;/span&gt; kissing guys photo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;? Katy Perry has a song about girls kissing girls. Now what? Maybe someday I will make a song about me kissing my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next topic is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKUT KIRI KECUALI MEMOTONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[as you can see on the highways]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's correct in a sense that it's wrong. If you're driving normally, to the left, to the left. But when you wanted to cut the slowpoke in front of you, you've gotta go to the right. I mean, are they trying to encourage people cutting the person in front? What about tolerance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-This is a weird weird world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5605128741838376525?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5605128741838376525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5605128741838376525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5605128741838376525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5605128741838376525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/05/gays-and-cars-and-cutting.html' title='Guys are only an alphabet away from gays'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8966556371477224861</id><published>2009-05-29T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:31:41.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about a poem for your funeral?</title><content type='html'>This is a fictional story about the 3 person.&lt;br /&gt;(1 of them too kind and the other 2 satan evil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On midnight, Ninja was working hard. 3:30 a.m when everyone was supposed to be sound asleep. She was still working. She is a kind soul. She helps others and never really thought much of herself. Finishing her work, she dragged herself to her bed for a goodnight sleep. Preparing to welcome the new day that has already came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning, her work was rejected because of Evil 1. Don't be too suprised though. Being the kind soul she is, Ninja quietly kept her stuff under her desk so that noone would know. She was devastated. With not-so-high self esteem, she was gonna swallow the hardship. Getting on with her day, she was happy until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course being her good friend, dear ole [ Insert undercover name] acknowledged her friend's hardwork and start promoting it. She made everyone look at Ninja's hardwork and everyone seem to agree that Ninja did a great job. Ninja was of course pretty happy, I mean who wouldn't? But when you have a classmate who smells, talks, breathes, eats and looks like a jackass. Life ain't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People decided to use one of Ninja's work and kinda criticised on some other things when Mr Jackass appears out of nowhere. [Dramatic music here.] Quote from Mr-I'm-so-great-and-poetic-who-is-actually-an-ass "Please do not deny the effort of others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends with Ninja breaking down. The-freaking-End!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote "Please do not deny the effort of others." I almost laugh and spit at his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Yee, you know what I'm saying so let's just take this joke to the next level by blogging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he will know not to play the role of a hero cause he ain't no hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can do whatever he wants by pissing off and not doing it in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words makes me choke on my own saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you talk in the future, boy. Make clear of the situation before you spit out your daily-quotation cause we ain't no poet. We're cannibals and we'll rip you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girls are fierce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8966556371477224861?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8966556371477224861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8966556371477224861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8966556371477224861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8966556371477224861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-about-poem-for-your-funeral.html' title='What about a poem for your funeral?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5291215900666558862</id><published>2009-05-29T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:01:36.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot the tittle</title><content type='html'>I think I forgot my freaking tittle because people talked too much during today's assembly. I mean come on, Pn. Latifah, you can do better than giving some non-relevant speech right? So-not-creative. Hire me for better speech. Damn that thing [Pn. Latifah], from the oh-so-merry teacher's day, she can talk to the oh-so-gloomy How Many A's Can You Score? It's pathetic. She definitely get an E from me in public speaking and A for crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I updating my blog after 91043729371937193 years of leaving it to starve and die? Because a) Lai Chin asked me to and I promised [Kinda.] b) I actually forgot my blog's link which is bad. So I need to update and crap a word or two here. I forgot how to blog and I lost my sense of humour and sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can help poor-ole Shu Ern to find her humour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUMOUR WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-NO SPECIFIC APPEARANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-FILTHY, FLITHY MOUTH AND WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- WILL BE GRANTED WITH A KISS FROM SHU ERN IF FOUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Dear world-best-detective, find my humour or I will threaten to kiss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5291215900666558862?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5291215900666558862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5291215900666558862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5291215900666558862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5291215900666558862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-forgot-tittle.html' title='I forgot the tittle'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4809767399787300551</id><published>2009-04-12T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:55:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost counted</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be memorising lisan or doing my buku log. But instead, here I am, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I got nothing to blog except one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO ALL THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; EGGS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shung told me that Easter is not all about eggs, but still colourful eggs are just so tempting. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Would post photos of sports day when I'm in the mood of being hardworking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4809767399787300551?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4809767399787300551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4809767399787300551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4809767399787300551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4809767399787300551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-counted.html' title='lost counted'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7961823563751231601</id><published>2009-04-09T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:07:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 and 9 in a post</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my mum hated me so I couldn't blog.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with her so I forgot what happened yesterday except that I was angry with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did formation with only 10 people or so. It was crazily fun. Makes me miss all the kawad moments again for the pass months. In the middle of the first formation, intruders intruded my place and I was forced to move out and I was standing out there shouting but Yee Seen ignored me and kept doing the formasi. That SS Dorae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangers always do crazy things together. In hot sun or cold rain, that's how we rule the world and other planets. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept making Fiona laughed during practice. All the evil things I do that Dorae will never know. I'm proud of myself for being my evil little self. Tomorrow I'm staying back doing the board for rangers. [Don't know what it is called in BM. Ask Jing Yee or Yee Seen for that.] Be proud people as your very own Picasso is gonna do you a very abstract favour, designing the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm happy that we're still bonded and together. So very semangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- But there's is one thing that I'm upset about. [Jing Yee, the shit knows.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7961823563751231601?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7961823563751231601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7961823563751231601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7961823563751231601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7961823563751231601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-and-9-in-post.html' title='8 and 9 in a post'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4996739613308282881</id><published>2009-04-07T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:01:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow got raptai!!! Which means no studying!!! Which also means that Rangers can do lintas hormat together!!! Which also also means that we need to wear out uniform to school only to change it later, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day which I watched [guarded] Yee Seen finished her food. I tell you la, don't think she's like all cool and stuff. She actually is a kid when it comes to eating. She has a policy of every spoonful of rice needs lauk if not she wouldn't eat it. If she finished all her lauk, she will throw her rice away. [which is many many many rice.] So today I watched [guarded] her and keep giving her warning and in the end, Doraeseen grew up!!!!! She finished her food. [with a few threatening here and there.] We even clapped for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good job, Doraeseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We're proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Today is a weird day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4996739613308282881?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4996739613308282881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4996739613308282881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4996739613308282881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4996739613308282881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7304486469162898333</id><published>2009-04-06T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:34:23.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 + 3</title><content type='html'>We received the bronze medal from the zon pudu cpmpetition today. It was actually kinda a sad moment. [Bronze ain't no gold, people.] But the good thing is, the full squad of people actually been able to sit down at the same place and just gather like we used to. Then, Yee Seen was like "This thursday and friday got kawad!!" and we were like lighten up in an instant. Oh, how we miss kawad. Now I can finally mention the word kawad cause we're having kawad this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke Pei Ann's 20 cm ruler into half today. She was so sad. Then she was like talking to the ruler "Why are you so fragile?" and broke the 10 cm half ruler into another half. [Accidentally.] We laughed hard. Very hard. It rained afterwards. The curtain was blowing into Pei Ann's face. [She was sitting beside the window.] Pei Ann was like " Oooii!! Stop it ah!!! Wooi!!!" Talking to the curtain and puching it. She's a crazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tuition on 6 p.m Went back at 8 p.m. Before I go home, I wrote a message for Yee Seen on Mr. B's board and warned him not to erase it. Mr B said " Yee Seen got tuition today meh?" I was like "Got la, later at 8.30 ma." which proves that I stalked Yee Seen. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdoRnTd9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/03Yi_naRDZI/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585276630160258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdoRnTd9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/03Yi_naRDZI/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wrote this too Yee Seen. [Credit to Manda too.] But my handwriting in reality is more beautiful than this computer paint crap la. LMAO. But I was in a rush so forgot to take photos. I threatened and blackmailed Mr B. His life is in danger. His life is in my hands. MUHAHAHA~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's DoraeSEEN not DoraeSIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7304486469162898333?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7304486469162898333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7304486469162898333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7304486469162898333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7304486469162898333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-3.html' title='3 + 3'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdoRnTd9U4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/03Yi_naRDZI/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7207791582133561278</id><published>2009-04-05T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:57:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifth</title><content type='html'>Today I kept myself busy so I'm ok. I saw Yee Seen today so I'm ok. Hugged her too so I'm super fine. Watch our video for like 91294371038103719372929 times and turned emo. Read a few blogs and stumbled into Lai Chin's, found this photo so gonna share with you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdjFjPDAceI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xGh2E2RpeE8/s1600-h/Image0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321220168863478242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdjFjPDAceI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xGh2E2RpeE8/s400/Image0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doraeseen laughing so hard, her face gonna crack and Jing Yee "What cha doing" face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned Yee Seen name too much on this blog nowadays. I mean, other senior can also come over to us and we can too have a special bonding moment. [The ones we have with Yee Seen almost every-freaking-day, if not we can't sleep.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As Hui Wei said, "HUNGER FOR YEE SEEN." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scary huh? Don't run, Dorae cause we're everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUHAHAHA~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dorae shall be ours!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Don't want to make people cry with my words anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7207791582133561278?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7207791582133561278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7207791582133561278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7207791582133561278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7207791582133561278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/fifth.html' title='fifth'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdjFjPDAceI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xGh2E2RpeE8/s72-c/Image0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1563720834685199835</id><published>2009-04-04T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:39:02.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2+2 day</title><content type='html'>I didn't went to merentas desa today cause I went to oh-so-dreaddful tuition!!! I'm sad that I didn't get to see Yee Seen or as a matter of fact any of them today. [I saw Manda and Cinder la.] Went to tuition then went home. Sad and boring as I thought I would be. Still can't get over the fact that I'm going to tuition instead of doing the thing I want to do most nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look into the mirror, I'm a little sad. Not because I'm as dark as a toasted bread but the fact that I'm getting fairer everyday. Remember the half V I used to show you people caused by my koko shirt? Yeah, that ugly little thing. It's getting fainter now and I'm actually quite sad. And not long ago I was applying lots of lotion on it to make it less obvious. Oh, the times. But now, how I wish it would stay forever cause it's part of my memories of the thing I love the most. I'm out of my mind maybe. I got my muscular leg from the wonderful thing I did for the past 3 months. I actually hated it at first cause I thought my legs look stubby and short. But now, I actually missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people remember the displaced bone on my right leg? Yeah, the bone that I suspect would poke out anytime soon so I was scared shitless but still hentak with all that I've got. I actually missed the pain too. [I may be sadistic or a bit of a torture.] I have the wear a knee guard because it hurts so damn much. Yee Seen even said that I'm like her grandma for wearing that thing. But I dare not go to a doctor because I was afraid that the doctor would stop me from doing the thing that is most important to me. [Then, now and forever.] But I realized that when I wear the knee guard, it prevents me from using all my strength and hentakan came out lembik and un-macho so I risk my bone-poking-out and put the knee guard aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I [kinda] hurt my leg today and I cried a little not because of the pain but because the IT sick is back. I was thinking that if we're still doing IT, I woould NEVER let myself hurt my leg during private and non-pratice time. Even if I hurt my leg, I would do whatever it takes to make it better cause I know I still have to do my best during tomorrow's practice. What makes me sad is that, now I'm free to do anything I want and life's empty. I would never have to rush on a 15 minutes interval anymore. I can have the time of my life to change as slow as I want. I don't ever need to be punish for being 2 minutes late anymore. And that is saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, all the pain, the suffering under hot and cold conditions are all things I hated back then but would kill to have it back now. How weird for people to only realized what is important to them when it is gone. But I guess that is the part where we remember everything in our heart and treasure it more. With its absence, we're both lost and devastated. We left our footsteps everywhere in the school when we tour around the school doing IT. Now, everything is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard time for us all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To IT, our love and pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1563720834685199835?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1563720834685199835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1563720834685199835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1563720834685199835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1563720834685199835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/22-day.html' title='2+2 day'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-912690346881735018</id><published>2009-04-03T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:56:33.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>Today was a happy day. [Kinda]. Went to eat, skipped Mandarin class, met nice people [whom Xian Jin called yum], saw Yee Seen countless time and spent time together. When I want to go home and was walking along the canteen corridor, saw Yee Seen but tak sempat call her cause she walked [very fast I might add] into the class. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the not-so-kind Leos chatted on midnight without my acknowledgement so I was sad. I wanted to chat too mah so now I'm waiting for many many people to online. Whilst waiting for many many people to online, Yee Seen who was originally online-ing offline already and don't know where she disappeared to. Sad, main character hilang. I swear these days, Yee Seen ruled my blog and I almost stalk this fat and dark Doraemon. Scary I know but I come in peace. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Yee is happy today cause baby fat talked to her. "Tak ade kawad ke?" Then he smiled yumly while drinking to his bottle. Grr, I dislike him. He's unfriendly and totally gave me and Lai Chin signal to not-so-politely asked us to leave. So I was like "I don't know him." which I seriously don't cause in class he's either a) don't know fly to where already or b) ignore the 2 Loos in class. Don't know what is his problem. Maybe he doesn't like that on the first day we came to 4M, we stole his feng shui seat infront of Jing Yee. Maybe he's another crazy stalker who can join Jing Yee's fan club. Creepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not-so-sad but still abit sad. When we have asuhan rohani in the volleyball court, memories came crawling back which makes me sad and fill my heart with tears. After the thing ended, the others want to go to toilet so me and Jing Yee went also. Standing at the first floor, we looked down and remind ourselves the days we kawaded together. After school, after we came back from Dunkin, people praticing cheer [Not a pretty sight. Almost terrifying.] on the court which made us sadder cause it used to be our place but now no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of things to do and filled my mind today so I wasn't too sad. But who knows about tomorrow, right? I heard that we may be able to appeal the result, pray damn hard starting from now. Oh, Buddha!!!! I hope the judges are not blind instead I hope they're just bad with numbers. [Like me!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You people go merentas desa together la!!! All while I'm going for dreadful Add Maths and Physics tuition!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I swear I'm still devastated. [Not a good thing.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-912690346881735018?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/912690346881735018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=912690346881735018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/912690346881735018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/912690346881735018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4030837212654650609</id><published>2009-04-02T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:15:47.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day-TWO</title><content type='html'>Day two of you know what I'm not doing anymore. Can't even think of that word cause it makes all the emotion comes back. Feeling absolutely horrible today. Can't stop thinking and talking about the thing I miss most. When we saw Yee Seen during recess, we're madly happy and hug each other which makes me want to cry. But Yee Seen said cannot cry so I didn't cause I know when I go home and feel the emptiness, that's when I'll unleash it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought my tears have dried up, Yee Seen's post make me cry yet again. I miss everything too!!! I miss us being us!!! I miss formation with lots of holes because people did not come. Then cannot tahan anymore, I go and feed on my mental food which is the video of our school competition. I miss all those semangat slogans and things that I regretted not doing during zon competition when compared those two videos. I regretted not being make it to wilayah competition. I regretted that we did not take our squad and mostly Yee Seen [Cause she wants this the most] to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike my mum. 2 careless words from her mouth and I broke down. She doesn't seem to know what I am talking about everytime I tell her I'm devastated. She thought that I was frustrated because we lost. Things she would never know is that I have a great, big, beautiful family of 31 at school whom I miss so much it hurts. She would never know that how semangat we are when we have the same goal. She would have no idea how we cry in pain and broken heartedly when we lose. She would never know how much this squad means to us. Not just something to brag about or to gain certificate for scholarships, it's something way deeper than that. Something inside out heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Seen and Su Ann put their leaves near mine and said so that we'll always be together. Damn la, Yee Seen. With your poker face sometimes you say the most heart warming words. Life is still terrifying empty and saddening. All we ever talk about now is how we miss the thing that we will never do together and how empty our lives are. Jing Yee said that she wanted to be happy back and I said to her that it's going to be a long way. I would be hard to forget all those happy moments we shared together. All the sweat and tears we shed. [Happy or not] Most of all, the bond we built among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not all of us in the squad agree with me but I think most of us form 4s are truly missing this and we teared up whenever we talk about it. People said that As time goes by, the sadness will be wash away too. But I believe that, Time never does anything to sadness like this. It never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She said:" It's over." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To me, it never will end. I will never let it end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I will keep holding to it until it hurts me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4030837212654650609?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4030837212654650609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4030837212654650609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4030837212654650609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4030837212654650609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-two.html' title='Day-TWO'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1977038364685859177</id><published>2009-04-01T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:41:36.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 in 1</title><content type='html'>YEE SEEN. MAGGIE. SERENNA. PUI PING. JING YEE. HUI WEI. KAI XING. SHUNG LI. JUN LIN. CHIEW TENG. JOO LING. WEI CI. EDZFARINA. PUTERI. SHE MEI. JOSEPHINE. SU ANN. AMANDA. FIONA. ONN GIE. KAI YAN. AMIRA. SYAMALA. JANET. CARMEN. CHAMAINE. FATIN. RAIHAN. HUI CHI. SYUHADA. SHU ERN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdN02szzH6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/wHv4weVow-0/s1600-h/DSC09653_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319724067944865698" style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdN02szzH6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/wHv4weVow-0/s400/DSC09653_thumb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdN1KUIz5BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5jLmdI3yFaE/s1600-h/DSC09640_thumb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319724404919493650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdN1KUIz5BI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5jLmdI3yFaE/s400/DSC09640_thumb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU GIRLS!!!! IT'S BEEN A WONDERFUL JOURNEY WE'VE EMBARKED TOGETHER. FROM LEMBIK WE HAVE BECAME EXTREMELY MACHO!!!!!! TOGETHER WE'VE CREATED SOMETHING GREAT AND BEAUTIFUL!!!! GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES, I ACCEPT ALL OF THEM AND WILL REMEMBER THIS TILL THE END OF TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-But I do do feel that I too too will miss you much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1977038364685859177?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1977038364685859177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1977038364685859177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1977038364685859177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1977038364685859177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-in-1.html' title='31 in 1'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/SdN02szzH6I/AAAAAAAAAQI/wHv4weVow-0/s72-c/DSC09653_thumb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5329535770008516893</id><published>2009-04-01T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:55:32.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>This is the first day that I don't have to stay back for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I felt lonely. I can almost feel my sorrow eating my inside little by little. Everyone is sad and frustrated. We miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt; so damn much. We miss the hot hot days. We miss the rainy cold days. We miss everyone. And especially I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; Seen the most. When there is nothing to do, I cry. Because I realize how much I miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know breaking down is not the smartest or macho-est thing to do but what else to do when you're so sad and it's welling up inside your heart. There's no way I can get over it so fast. For 3 months, I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. And now it just stopped without a trace. Disappear. I had nothing left even. I had forget that what life is like when I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what I need to do when I get back home early. I don't know what to feel when I can't feel the sun burning into my skin. I'm sadistic maybe but I felt a sense of lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I just lost my house and everything I have. It's stupid to think that we wouldn't be together anymore once this is all over. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; ever say We're gonna part and it's gonna be this soon. It got my by surprise, really. There's nothing I can do, that's why I'm crying. I know we will not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; together anymore. For the past 3 months, I've been living, eating, breathing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;. Looking at the field that we used to have practice just make me feel sick because I miss this so much. I'm so used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and seeing all the squad members everyday, when I don't see them, I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Form 1, whenever the ajks planned kawad on Wednesday activities, I skipped it or find stupid excuses. I have never thought of the day that I'm gonna miss it so much that it hurts. Now it really has happened and it's killing me. Everything looks different. There's nothing that I look forward to after school anymore. We will never do the same thing, have the same spirit, shout the same slogan and have the same goal anymore. It breaks my tiny little black teary heart just by thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say:" Noone dies of a broken heart." but I think I am. We're orphans. Now we're adopted. We have our own life. But I'm sure that none of us have move on. We'll always remember this and miss this. Can we please still be as close as we are when we have kawad? Promise me please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_size" alt="Font size" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you cry so much, the tears leave tracks on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being with you people is where I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5329535770008516893?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5329535770008516893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5329535770008516893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5329535770008516893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5329535770008516893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4996905689376705204</id><published>2009-03-31T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:48:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth your timing to make sure you're winning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M DEVASTATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HOPE THE WORLD FEELS SORRY FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THINGS DON'T ALWAYS DO YOU JUSTICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE WORLD IS JUST UNFAIR AS IT IS AND IT JUST KEEPS ON GOING WITHOUT A DOUBT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hi, Yee Seen. I'm smiling. I hope you people are too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4996905689376705204?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4996905689376705204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4996905689376705204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4996905689376705204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4996905689376705204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-devastated.html' title='Mouth your timing to make sure you&apos;re winning.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3594259819809976169</id><published>2009-03-17T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:06:54.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want weird? I'll give you weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagged by Mesir Purba Abad ke-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;15 random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Apparently, babies/kids love me.&lt;br /&gt;2) The babies/kids grandmas love me too.&lt;br /&gt;3) I eat too much for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;4) Cinder promised to buy me an oversized hoodie on my b'day if she can find the coupon.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a weird laugh. Very weird. People at tuition stare at me weirdly when I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;6) I read more comics/mangas than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm more serious a person than you know me.&lt;br /&gt;8) Deep down, I'm quiet. I don't talk much. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;9) I don't really like emo people. I stay away when people are emo.&lt;br /&gt;10) I collect stupid icons and have tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;11) Me and Pei Ann create imaginary people who shared the same first and last mandarin character as us but with different middle character and called them our family. *LMAO*&lt;br /&gt;12) Being a girl means you can look at other girls' assets shamelessly. And sometimes touch them. [We're all crazy perverted lesbo inside. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;13) Talking about gays, I think they should let gay people get marry. [Human rights mah...]&lt;br /&gt;14) I'm jing yee's pi gu (ass). [Sounds wrong but true.]&lt;br /&gt;15) I don't know who to tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I don't follow the rules cause I'm cool like that. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3594259819809976169?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3594259819809976169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3594259819809976169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3594259819809976169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3594259819809976169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-random-facts-about-me-1.html' title='You want weird? I&apos;ll give you weird.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3741841992422997587</id><published>2009-03-17T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:45:48.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Your Name&lt;br /&gt;2. Left handed/right handed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Favourite alphabet to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Least favourite alphabet to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Write down “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Name 6 of people you're gonna tag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sb-ald6y_1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/nPH_ARNmzU0/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314136053797551954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sb-ald6y_1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/nPH_ARNmzU0/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sb-av7FUtxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dZfOOH6tvRM/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314136233425024786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sb-av7FUtxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dZfOOH6tvRM/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wah, two pages some more. I'm so dedicated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I know I have pretty handwriting and a creative mind. Don't envy me please. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3741841992422997587?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3741841992422997587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3741841992422997587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3741841992422997587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3741841992422997587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by.html' title='Tagged by...'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PbqKZdXnzZM/Sb-ald6y_1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/nPH_ARNmzU0/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-382166465816894785</id><published>2009-03-17T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:46:59.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't what you planned, huh?</title><content type='html'>Thank God!!! The scandal is over. Who would have thought that such a small pansy things would lead to a fuel between two parties. I, for one would have never thought of it. But us, being mature and all have already got over it. We're moving on!!!! To the people who likes to talk, talk all you want but you know you're just going to be ignored. To the people who is distured and sad, let's just move on from now. To the people who supported us [Or another but definitely not this fuel] thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who started the fuel, I pray to God that you're devastated. Not because you did something wrong but because of the fact that your evil plan doesn't work. If your intention is to bring us down, a huge wrong beep to you because we're coming back with a bang. If your intention is to make the two parties hate each other, WRONG AGAIN!!! cause we're definitely on good terms now. If your intention is to dominate the world, sorry honey, you're just too dumb for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, we're only going to hear things we love to hear and block out the rest. We live our little own world now. But if you pop our bubble, you have got yourself a wild, aggresive monster on the loose. Scandal are meant to happen and could cause two effects 1) people killing and hating each other or 2) They grow up. In this case, all of us definitely grow up and will absolutely hug each other while singing Barney songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing, could stop the 4M ladies. After all this, we still stand strong on our points and we still are ladies/kiddies/babies/fetus/embryos/zygotes but we definitely love each other more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kudos to the fuel starter cause you made us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; grow up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and love each other more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have put aggresive old me aside and transform into a polite, nice young lady. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-382166465816894785?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/382166465816894785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=382166465816894785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/382166465816894785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/382166465816894785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-what-you-planned-huh.html' title='Ain&apos;t what you planned, huh?'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-8494009951644741248</id><published>2009-03-14T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:13:58.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the guts, the spirit and I stand strong.</title><content type='html'>Why do you guys care so much? Why can't you guys be a little more sporty and wish the best for us? Even if you're not, why can't you people keep your fucking mouth shut? Why do you people have to talk shit about us and pretend that you're the victim? Why are you people so pathetic? Why don't you just go home and open one more special meeting like you like to and discussed what's the main reason you lose? Why do we have to bear to be called losers and stuff when you guys are technically the losers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people talked like we never work hard and talk about what bonds you have. And in the end, all the bonds and sentimental moment is over and when you did not emerged as the champion, you say it's our fault that we won? Grow up, people. As you people shout over our dead bodies, we shout GET A LIFE IN HELL!!!! We worked hard and so did you guys. We have not say anything bad of you PBSM until you started the fuel. So what does that make you people? Losers, I guess. I have friends in PBSM too and I don't what they will think of me once they see this but I think defending our squad is more important. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I blog because I care. Whether it's the truth or not. I felt disturbed and disgusted by all the crap people say about us. I hate that people think they know it all and start talking shit about us when they're actually talking just for the sake of talking. If the PBSM is sad that they lost to us, they should mourn and stuff, but don't go around spreading untrue crap about us. We never, I mean never deny that PBSM is a strong opponent and the fact that they are hardworking and have special bonds. But can you people at least give a damn to people outside of your squad. Hey, we're people too you know. We're just not PBSM. We're different from you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like comparing people. I will NEVER compare. I did not compare here or will not in any other occasion. I think the blow is hard on you PBSM because people are giving you too many hope before the competition. Even though you may not know what happen tomorrow but you already thought yourself as the winners. I think if you people really want to win us, you have to improve on your attitude. To be sporting, to be modest and seriously, to give a damn about other people when you lose. Talking crap about others doesn't make you honest or kind. This is a harsh post and it maybe offensive in the eyes of PBSM. But to us Rangers, this is only defensive. I will not delete my post no matter what because I stand strong on my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Siapa yang makan cili, dia yang rasa pedas. Jgn terasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-8494009951644741248?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/8494009951644741248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=8494009951644741248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8494009951644741248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/8494009951644741248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-guts-spirit-and-i-stand-strong.html' title='I have the guts, the spirit and I stand strong.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1985975975671321745</id><published>2009-03-11T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:28:18.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fine line between being macho, being girly and being Doraemon</title><content type='html'>This is so crazy. Man, I could hardly believe it but it's real. I was bawling my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 something I was there lining up waiting for our turn which is still a long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 something we went up and gave our best and have no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:35, we're waiting for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They announced the ranking starting from the third place, which goes to PBSM. [SHOCKER!!!!]The second, which goes to KRS. When I thought we had no chance at all, hanging my head low, preparing to cry because Scouts are making the sure-win-faces. The teacher was like "Dengan markah setinggi 260 [something like that la], juara ialah.... RENJER PUTERI!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to stand still no matter what. No screaming, no crying, no moving around. But when they called us, we just can't help it!!! We jumped and screamed and did all sorts of things. [Except for Shung Li la, who stood still.] When Yee Seen went out and received the piala and cash, I was already bawling. I don't know why, it was an emotional moment. Everything was in slow motion. Never a day in my life had I not hope for us to win and we won!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like crying was we sing the National Song. Crying when we sing the World Song, crying when we hug each other, crying when people came and congrats us, crying when Yee Seen hug me. And cry again when people talk about it. I cried so much, it's not me anymore. I looked beside and Onn Gie, Jing Yee, Yee Seen, Kai Xing, Pui Ping, Manda, Hui Wei, Janet and so many people with teary eyes. The seniors who came to support was as happy as we are when we won and handmade a banner for us. All the reasons to cry more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were like coming to me and say "Don't cry la." Hugs. I was like "I never thought we would win. But we did." Then they're like "Don't cry already la." I was like "I really, really never thought of that lor..." End of conversation. It's useless having a conversation with me when I'm crying. -.-''' It's tears of joy not crying as I like to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you la, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEE SEEN IS A FEMININE DORAEMON WHO CRIES FUNNILY!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yee Seen also marched macho-ly la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are frustrating moments during kawad practices but there is not a day that I regretted being in Pandu. And I'm not saying this because we won. I'm saying this because I love all of you and want you to know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNITY IS STRENGTH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's show the people what we're made of in the Zone competition!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's a special moment and I'm gonna remember all the rights and faults as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1985975975671321745?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1985975975671321745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1985975975671321745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1985975975671321745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1985975975671321745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/fine-line-between-being-macho-being.html' title='The fine line between being macho, being girly and being Doraemon'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6403266105997930426</id><published>2009-03-10T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:37:39.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go renjers!!! We're so MACHO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We can do it!!! I know we can!!! We shall unleash our hidden potential tomorrow and scare the crap out of the others!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm so hype up now!!!! OMG!!!! Let's just cry together tomorrow!!! No matter what!!! And hopefully we'll get to see our ketua kawad's feminine side!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMO!!! I'm talking like Jing Yee the da bian nowadays!!! I don't cry easily one!!! I'm MACHO!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good luck, everyone!!! We all work hard and deserved to win. But we deserve it more la. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today Sabrina try to fit into the red plastic bag. I took some AMAZING ARTISTIC photos!!!! I named them Crazy Woman dress in Red plastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Go 4M ladies/kiddies/babies/fetus/embryos/zygotes!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-6403266105997930426?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6403266105997930426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6403266105997930426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6403266105997930426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6403266105997930426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-renjers-were-so-macho.html' title='Go renjers!!! We&apos;re so MACHO!!!'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-1343214208915371591</id><published>2009-03-07T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:08:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going backwards</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;My name is Benjamin Button, and I was born under unusual circumstances&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it and to be honest there are not much movie out there that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unique, honest and real with a twist of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say this is the kinda of movie that a Twilight *shrugs* fan would like but I absolutely enjoy it. [And cry at numerous scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, if I didn't say this I would be lying and that would make me dishonest, for the first time, I find Brad Pitt outstanding and super gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-1343214208915371591?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/1343214208915371591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=1343214208915371591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1343214208915371591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/1343214208915371591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-backwards.html' title='Going backwards'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-4139937013754463536</id><published>2009-03-07T19:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:28:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other squads know something we don't know.</title><content type='html'>I don't know anything and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's too late to polish our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's me or is it that it's natural phenomenon that made me cannot follow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hayunan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't if it's I'm being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or other beings too much of a whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people listen to advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why everybody get so moody and snaps so easily during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kawad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people in OUR squad would criticise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inconstructively&lt;/span&gt; of OUR OWN squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why don't we improve and get the problem right together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they can shout at the top of their lungs that their "semangat" and "Renjer juara" but still do it without any concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what being angry could achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't even know my friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have change or if they have change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we can win or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I don't if we're a real squad or some strangers being forced to be with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-4139937013754463536?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/4139937013754463536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=4139937013754463536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4139937013754463536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/4139937013754463536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-anything-and-everything.html' title='The other squads know something we don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6311881584192962751</id><published>2009-03-02T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:20:20.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants are cool, before they become salad. [Or food for cows and goats]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN YOU SCHOOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT MY CAREFREE LIFE BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M PATHETIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, I NEED TO GO FIND A NEW LIFE AS A PLANT OR SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT LEAST THEN, I CAN GO AND ABSORB SUNLIGHT AND DO PHOTOSYNTHESIS SO I WOULDN'T DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&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/339203066951255308-6311881584192962751?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6311881584192962751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6311881584192962751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6311881584192962751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6311881584192962751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/plants-are-cool-before-they-become.html' title='Plants are cool, before they become salad. [Or food for cows and goats]'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3833153055583883400</id><published>2009-03-01T18:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:51:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY-OH-WHY, DEAR KETUA KAWAD OF OURS, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO POST EMO BLOG POST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE'S THE KE-MAN-AN?????? A MAN DOESN'T GET EMO EASILY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE'S NO TIME TO BE EMO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEER UP EMO KETUA KAWAD!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear ketua kawad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Form 4s are all budak baik [May got a few not-so-baik la.] and we go for kawad practice everyday and never skipped. We laughed easily but that doesn't mean we're not serious. Having a serious face like this ---&gt; -.- doesn't help. We want to win so badly, I could almost kill. I mean, we train hard and when you train hard, who wants to lose anyways? The PBSM are intimidating me a little tho cause they want to beat us and skin us and eat our flesh and step on our dead corpse but that ain't gonna happen cause we're going to win. We will make you so darn proud, you will cry and shed down your oh-so-cool-iceland-face and we will laugh at your feminine side. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You stressed youself too freaking much!!!! I want to buy you a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dummies guide to be happy [without having to tell pervert jokes with Crystal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall transform you from this--&gt; -.- to this ---&gt; ^.^. Just be happy for once la. Even tho we want to win desperately but let's just have some kick-ass time together. Who cares what other people think about us? [Tough training from Pandu Puteri kawad who always got booed.] Let's keep thinking that "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We shall rule the world together!!!&lt;/span&gt;" That would make you feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next time you're stressed out and if you're giving yourself a hard time, come to me. I will play you the Doraemon theme song and draw you millions of Doraemon. For foot massages and other services, please go to other juniors in squad. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I thought our slogan is SWIFT, SILENT AND DEADLY. Which makes us NINJAS!!!!! WE'RE SO HARDCORE!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you think I'm trying to get in good terms with my ketua kawad cause I'm crazy for power, you're a dumbass. I'm not built like that. I'm just scared that someday I will see her many E name on the newspaper headline saying that she commited suicide because she's too darn emo and stressed out and that would be our fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Next time if I tell you something when I'm in the squad or something about kawad, please take me seriously.[And don't look at me with doubtful eyes that spell "You're crazy. Stop fooling around."] I'm more serious a person than you can ever imagine, ok? =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEER UP, LEE YEE SEEN!!! If you die, there will never be another human being in SAB with so many E in her name exist!!! WE NEED THOSE E!!! E IS NOT FOR EMO!!! E IS FOR EXCELLENCY AS WE'RE A EXCELLENT SQUAD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- I sayang my senior very much and we shall sing Doraemon theme song together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-3833153055583883400?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3833153055583883400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3833153055583883400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3833153055583883400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3833153055583883400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-e.html' title='For all the E'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6411764999832124008</id><published>2009-02-16T21:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:17:30.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chihuahua looks more pleasant when it is Satan's pet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drama. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DRAma&lt;/span&gt;. DRAMA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my class people are funny and they decided to oppose the idea of High School Madagascar (which I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with, in other words doesn't give a damn about) because they don't want to be animals. So they ended up a) not being animals and b) made the director cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were discussing (more like shouting and quarrelling) about what to do. They obviously need a Plan B. Me and Xian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt;, being the cool people (lie) in the class came up with something so genius it makes William Shakespeare looks like the scriptwriter for Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Sharpie went out for a walk. Suddenly, Sharpie saw a car coming at full speed towards her. *BANG* which is obvious that Sharpie got hit by the damned car. Then, Xian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; (Sharpie's owner) rushed out. She was so worry. She hugged Sharpie in her arms and start yelling her name."SHARPIE!!! SHARPIE!" Sharpie knew she couldn't last long so she moaned and wanted to do one last high 5 with her owner. She raised out her paw (hand) and Xian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; sobbed " One more high 5, Sharpie. The last one." Sharpie raised up her paw (hand) and reached for Xian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jin's&lt;/span&gt; hand. But before she could, she took her last breathe and die. *Hand slipping down* Xian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; shouted "NO!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SHARPPPIIIIEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not the end yet....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sharpie arrived in hell obviously because she died. Then, Satan suddenly appeared in front of her and took her into his careful (NOT) arms. He started training Sharpie. Training from Satan is not easy but Sharpie is not going to give up. Her meal consist of a Tyrannosaurus bone which is 914928318730191391830 times Sharpie's size. Satan often calls for her, not for a walk but "Come, Sharpie. Let's go and kill some dudes." Sharpie followed anyways. Days at hell was seriously hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 months later, Sharpie by then was tough and scared people away just by walking down the streets. (She's still a Chihuahua though. Small and &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt;, yeah.) Satan came up to Sharpie and said "Good job, my dog. You have done me proud. I now announced you officially as Hell's Gate Dog." (INSERT DRAMATIC MUSIC HERE) He then put a big, BIG, BIG, HUMONGOUS collar on Sharpie. Sharpie was overwhelmed with joy. From that day on, she is known as &lt;strong&gt;Sharpie, the most feared Hell's Gate Chihuahua!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (as scary as Chihuahua can get, that is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now this is the end!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I know that no matter what we do our drama will still be better than 4J's. Their drama starred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; as the leading actor and is about a guy named Eric who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; and whiny shit (who totally has no life and pathetic) who later commit suicide. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; much?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;CHOY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! DA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PIAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JING&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVEN THO YOU'RE A DA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PIAN&lt;/span&gt; (SHIT)!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have just been informed this morning that Sook Shian thought that I was scary in Form 1. Tragic and sad case. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Do you think that my sacrasm is back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/339203066951255308-6411764999832124008?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6411764999832124008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6411764999832124008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6411764999832124008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6411764999832124008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-stinky-ant-when-i-see-one.html' title='A Chihuahua looks more pleasant when it is Satan&apos;s pet.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3531756515789772526</id><published>2009-02-13T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:20:34.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pig cause I eat like one</title><content type='html'>I ate too freaking much today and I feel like puking all these shit out right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I not enjoying this fullness in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a serious headache. (Apart from my stomach ache.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the tragedy when you eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is because of the fact that I keep turning around and copying people's answer in Mandarin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all you smart smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do my Sejarah notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that creep-O of a teacher to look at me and punish me pervertly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, No. He won't. I won't give that chance to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stalked hot guys with curls on their head!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So If anyone knows any (hot guys), tell me their &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;address. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Stalking is fun because you can look at them weirdly and pervertly.&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/339203066951255308-3531756515789772526?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3531756515789772526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3531756515789772526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3531756515789772526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3531756515789772526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-pig-cause-i-eat-like-one.html' title='I&apos;m a pig cause I eat like one'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7875148317895467686</id><published>2009-02-05T21:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:58:27.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went back to my kampung and left my fish at home, they were strong and big. "What's next?" They knocked off the oxygen pipe and died.</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now typing on the computer because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm being harrassed by Xian Jin every-freaking-day to make me blog.&lt;br /&gt;b) Sabrina is a yoga doing puppy (cause dog sounds wrong) who hid under the Chemistry lab table.&lt;br /&gt;c) Today is kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;d) I like Yee Seen's blog and decided to laugh at somethings. Yay~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina decided to be smart today and left her Chemistry file at home. Then, Imran pops out and decided to check on it. Sabrina panicked!! She wanted to run away but Jing Yee had an ingenius idea and asked her to hide under the table. Sabrina being really dumb, stupid and boring, she went with Miss Genius, Jing Yee. She went under the table and we covered her up using books. And guess what?! It totally works. Imran didn't even noticed she was there. And I think ignorableness do pass on. I laughed like hell cause it's stupid and it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we discovered each other supernatural powers. And I think I'm the most psychic out of them all. I discovered that my knees is different with the others cause it's kinda disconnected which give me advantage cause I can pop them when I'm bored. Then we put pens on our upper and lower lips and did other stupid things. Then Sabrina said she can do a yoga move, ONLY ONE!!! So we asked her to do for us and she did. She knee down in front of the class and bend her waist. Everyone was paused for 5 seconds and laughed. That's how stupid Sharpener (Sabrina) is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Formation was kinda good today. I'm a happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yee Seen's blog is funny. (But I don't think she's trying to be funny which is awesome cause I find it funny.) She celebrated her dog's birthday and gave it an egg. I mean what?! Dogs don't eat egg!!! And dogs don't eat crackers. I mean, at least give the thing some meat!! Meat is the way to go!!! When they went to watch movies, a guy cry over brides war which I found that it is something to laugh about. Not because he cried but because he cried over some movie that I would consider as chick flick. Girls can now lend a shoulder to the guys and laugh at them afterwards for being weak and whimpey. And the guys will totally flipped and defend themselves but we all know the truth. One thing: No, I'm NOT a feminist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hate about my life is I have lose my sense of humour. Until I find it, you all have to read this fu.cking good for nothing crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Humour, come back!!! Your mama is here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-7875148317895467686?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7875148317895467686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7875148317895467686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7875148317895467686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7875148317895467686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-back-to-my-kampung-and-left-my.html' title='I went back to my kampung and left my fish at home, they were strong and big. &quot;What&apos;s next?&quot; They knocked off the oxygen pipe and died.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-6145282393817693978</id><published>2009-01-12T23:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:42:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye contacts can only be made when two person are aligned.</title><content type='html'>Things to do while kawad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No smile. All freaking serious cause there's seriously zero thing to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) EYES CONTACT WITH CHOY JING YEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cursing LOUDLY in heart.&lt;br /&gt;4) Worn out timing with panting.&lt;br /&gt;5) Ignore the click clack noises.&lt;br /&gt;6) Ignore the lucky people who get longer rest and earlier dismiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do after kawad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spin around like mad.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3) Curse ALOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) CURSE ALOUD!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CURSE ALOUD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Finally can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today kawad review:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Lotsa dumb moves by oh-great-me and my short and slow memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Frustration overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Wish CHOY JING YEE would do something after eye contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- BROKEN SPINE- CHECKED!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- WOBBLY LEGS- DOUBLE CHECKED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-ROBOT NOISES (BONE CRACKING) MADE BY HANDS- TRIPLE CHECKED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Symptoms of after kawad disease. Deadly and unavoidable body sore-till-mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will keep you people updated!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I hope the kawad fairy will be on my side on Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: JING YEE KNOWS THE TITTLE THOROUGHLY!!!!&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/339203066951255308-6145282393817693978?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/6145282393817693978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=6145282393817693978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6145282393817693978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/6145282393817693978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2009/01/eye-contacts-can-only-be-made-when.html' title='Eye contacts can only be made when two person are aligned.'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5551180950241405830</id><published>2008-12-31T21:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:16:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ghost who lives</title><content type='html'>Today is the 31st of December. It is 9:48 pm now. It's the year of 2008. I'm fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happen this year. Although I can't recall all of them due to my bad memory, but all and all I think I have a good year. I have my ups and downs like normal people. But I think I dealt with it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; result yesterday, even tho I did not get a straight, perfect A for it, I'm still not gonna let anything get me down. I am the one that never give up. I'm the one with all the energy and spunk. If I get sad, who won't? Yesterday is in the past and the year 2008 will be in the past too within hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2009, I'm gonna discover more of myself. Since, I have been a trophy kid for my mum for years that I don't even count anymore; I have been lost for the past 2 and a half year; lately I found myself, a great me that not only me but also my friend likes. I'm always described as ' doesn't give a damn'. But seriously, I do. I just never show it. Now that, I'm not trying too hard, things became easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I don't have to be the same to be liked. I don't always have to smile and tell jokes to be liked. I don't have to look good all the time to be liked. I don't have to be smart to be liked. The only thing I have to do is be myself. Sometimes, when you care so much, you go berserk. And when you cool down, you noticed that others are the ones who don't give a damn. Life is only decades long which is not so long at all. So if I don't live my moment now as myself, when will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lost sometimes and trying to find a way that everyone will be happy. But eventually I found out that there's no way I could please everyone so with no guide in life at all, I just have to do what I think is right. I might bump and fall but I just have to pick myself up if that happens. Cause if I do things that way, there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; to blame but myself. And there's more space for me to learn. So that people won't feel guilty for pushing me off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum now knows that my life is my own and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noone's&lt;/span&gt; else. Even tho I have been in her cage for so long but I still manage to have a glimpse of the real and somewhat colourful world outside of it. I have been a ghost of the world for so long. The world has been unaware of me for so long and if I don't do something soon, I will be forget by even God himself. So I have to be brave and take my first step, when I do, the world became clearer and closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that I have learn in 2008, I bet that 2009 will be a better year as I'm always growing, always learning, always undiscovering new things, always fighting for what I think is right, always having fun and always will be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you, people. You're there for me and that's the reason why little-old-cowardly-me never feel lonely throughout all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I love the sentimental me.&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/339203066951255308-5551180950241405830?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5551180950241405830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5551180950241405830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5551180950241405830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5551180950241405830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghost-who-lives.html' title='A ghost who lives'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-7714022994859770199</id><published>2008-12-22T13:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:32:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone just gave me a gunshot on my head</title><content type='html'>Well, if there is really a bullet in my head, I'd be dead which is better than having to live for 3 more days. The end of the world is better than the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;. No, it's not Christmas Eve. Nothing is as simple as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew the crappy government is out to destroy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Eve. I mean if they really want to destroy Christmas, why not invite some aliens and destroy this world or release the devils from hell. I know they can't do that cause they're too dumb. I wonder can they even spell hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might just jump off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; right now. People said that jumping from a place that high, before you reach the ground, you're already dead. This is like nightmare before Christmas without Jack Skeleton, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boogeychild&lt;/span&gt; and Santa. Instead we have, our horrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aminuddin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baki&lt;/span&gt; principle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Latifah&lt;/span&gt; (She's uncultured, believe me. I did that on purpose.), a few train wreck faces teachers and an exam slip (that's really just a piece of printed paper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I care much about these things but still they could have told us earlier. In such short notice, it's not even enough for me to write a letter to my parents, my friends, my dog, my neighbours and the ant I talk to when I'm crazy and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt;, Tick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tock&lt;/span&gt;... Time is running, said the time fairy. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!) I wish that a car would crash into my house and hit me. Or some handsome, hot kidnapper (who isn't a vampire) would kidnap this blabbermouth (me) away. Even if he doesn't want me, at least sneak into the ministry of education and steal the exam slip and destroy their data. Not too shabby for a kidnapper, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mentioned the name of this goddamn exam cause it's not necessary. Its existence has already been a pain in the ass for us and now this? Well, great job, oh-great-government for making us into machinery, good for nothing student. In another word, bookworms. I mean most Malaysian student really is good for nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. Not only that they can't excel in anything, they did not discover anything either. When we go up to college, we will be lost and is just another face in the crowd. If that is their intention, well keep going on and this country will be doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-the end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Now will you excuse me cause I'm going to die.&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/339203066951255308-7714022994859770199?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/7714022994859770199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=7714022994859770199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7714022994859770199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/7714022994859770199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2008/12/someone-just-gave-me-gunshot-on-my-head.html' title='Someone just gave me a gunshot on my head'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-3561293771737182118</id><published>2008-12-12T01:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:36:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one in the morning, and my head's still clear like an after-washed window =)</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming!!!!! I know I'm not a Christian but Christmas is for everyone right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't get the Christmas hype but this year I'm in the hype of all hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how everyone has wishlist for their Christmas present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how we gave our old, goddamn it-cannot-fight-anymore-clothes to charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how the two links? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Christmas wish is that you people, my friend give me your unwanted clothes. T-shirts I don't want la. Like jackets, cardigans, skirts, dresses that are waaaaaaaaayyyy too small for you. Ok la, maybe T-shirts also can. But please la, no pasar malam cheap cheap la-la thingy la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want them for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I think thrifting is oh-so-awesome, and thrifting without having to pay is more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any old clothes... Your mum's, your sister's, your aunties', your's, your friend's.... Anything!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't give me cacated one la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have a hunger/ festive for money. I can pay also. A small amount of money. But paying need to choose la... If it's pretty, why not? So what do you poor students/teenagers out there think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still remember I'm also a poor teenager/student so don't go around and kill you own species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even accept your 6 years old sister dress! Or your 50 years old auntie blouse. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's new year and wardrobe should be cleaned and why not give it to me? You have to get rid of it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Good deal? Come on, you have to clear some space for your new year clothes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone (I doubt there's any since people are so mean these days) is interested leave me a comment la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will collect it when school reopens. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love soft fabrics and pretty printings. I stay away from denims and hard based fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GODDAMN SERIOUS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Giving is greater than receiving. *wink* ;)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- I have got 1 vintage blouse and 1 vintage dress coming my way. Yipee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/339203066951255308-3561293771737182118?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/3561293771737182118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=3561293771737182118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3561293771737182118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/3561293771737182118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-in-morning-and-my-heads-still-clear.html' title='one in the morning, and my head&apos;s still clear like an after-washed window =)'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339203066951255308.post-5164716985177236575</id><published>2008-11-27T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:50:55.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Things that I loathes nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rich kids [I just simply hate them. The rule 'If you got it, flaunt it' doesn't apply here. Cause if you flaunt too much you will a) be kidnapped which is none of my business and b) hated by me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Twilight [Could everyone just stop it!!! It's not that big of a deal. It's just some stupid, ugly, old virgin ass of a vampire. Everywhere I go I see screaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teenies&lt;/span&gt; going 'Wow, it's so great.', 'I love Edward.' Cannot stand them. Wannabes. So STOP IT for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatever's&lt;/span&gt; sake.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My endless flu or whatever it is [It goes to the extend where not only my nose but my eyes hurt too.] *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The nonstop rain [I have to keep my ice-cream in the fridge cause it's so darn cold, it's like eating ice-cream on winter with running nose. Absolutely stupid.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Being hungry at night [My house is a food desert. There's nothing here!!! NO-THING!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I adored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thrifted&lt;/span&gt; high-waisted skirt I got from the Internet [It's absolutely lovely and pretty. I just got it today from the postman!!! Thank you postman!!! I love you, you noble being!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-There's so much things that I dislike and yet there's only one thing that I adore. It's sickening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and pathetic. Life is such a bitch. There's not enough things for me to be happy about nowadays. *groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/339203066951255308-5164716985177236575?l=out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/feeds/5164716985177236575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=339203066951255308&amp;postID=5164716985177236575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5164716985177236575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/339203066951255308/posts/default/5164716985177236575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-tiny-box.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-that-i-loathes-nowadays.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Shu Ern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07131982739672314922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
