<?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-6102126879703009753</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:02:26.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>of comics and the big bang in the heart...</title><subtitle type='html'>its not interesting at all. and may never be. only read if you have too much time in your hands that youre waiting to die!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3319606429253380074</id><published>2009-11-10T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:39:57.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'legit' is the word.</title><content type='html'>It is true. Everyone keeps saying the word 'legit' these days, making an originally lame-slash-nerdy word (aka legitimate) sounds so awesomely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were a couple of interesting stuff going on actually all semester. i have no idea why i didnt write it down on this lovely piece of blog. kelak laa. tido lok ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-3319606429253380074?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3319606429253380074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3319606429253380074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3319606429253380074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3319606429253380074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/legit-is-word.html' title='&apos;legit&apos; is the word.'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1414463200442170625</id><published>2009-09-08T00:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:36:13.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>illness in moderation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel sick and nauseous and tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how long does it take for a guy to call? or will he never call?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if im gonna be distracted all day long by this annoying feeling, i might as well give up on trying to find a boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my ever-easy brain has no capacity for this complexity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this is not even the preliminary stage yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-1414463200442170625?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1414463200442170625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1414463200442170625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1414463200442170625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1414463200442170625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/illness-in-moderation.html' title='illness in moderation'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-5062588567947475970</id><published>2009-08-26T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T02:16:11.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible. and i want to kill someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently, im broke. and feeling tired. and have a new sense of drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;broke, as in i haven't got my allowance yet. and i have to pay my rent. and pay for my bounced check. and buy new books. and pay for the broken car when afif &amp;amp; i knocked a deer last saturday. i've never been more broke it's actually hilarious. my new term starts in less than a week, for winchester's sake! shell, whats wrong?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling tired, as in shell has made it a mandate for scholars to maintain a second upper degree. then shell assumed that a second upper degree is 3.5 &amp;amp; above! assumption occurs as the american system doesnt have a gpa standard. which i find weird, but nevertheless wth dude~ how am i gonna achieve that? when have you looked at my face and thought im smart? in my case, judge a book by its cover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a new sense of drama, as in my life is so fucked-up... lol obviously it is not yet that fucked up. but it gives such an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction to just say that 5-word sentence. "my life is so fucked up...". another favorite phrase of mine these days is "FUBAR" which technically stands for 'Fucked Up Beyond All Repair/Relief'. it beats cursing, &amp;amp; better still, it doesnt sound like you're cursing. just simply saying 'oh, im so fubar' or 'dang, that girl's life is fubar' or 'that car* is definitely fubar' is oh so delightful. tahahaha am i such an easy thing to amuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s the car refers to this idiot who left his gorgeous blue convertible roofless at the parking space. which was pretty awesome until it started to rain. tahahah idjit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, a silver lining in the cloud. a shell correspondence emailed hani saying that they had established that the limit for a second upper is 3.0 &amp;amp; above. yay! finally someone sensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the allowance haven't arrive yet. so yeah, my life's fubar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-5062588567947475970?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5062588567947475970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=5062588567947475970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/5062588567947475970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/5062588567947475970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/impossible-and-i-want-to-kill-someone.html' title='impossible. and i want to kill someone.'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2147393471610496618</id><published>2009-08-25T00:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:10:31.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love NOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after weeks of waiting for our summer allowance, it unexpectedly arrived! *at least for ali &amp;amp; i*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so when sai kit proposed a trip to New Orleans, Louisana aka NOLA, i jumped to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unfortunately, ali couldnt join bcos she had to study for her upcoming engineering exam. it was the first time the 3 of us were separated we were devastated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;result : spent almost the whole driving journey from houston to nola talking to ali on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpN6c9qMT2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/8VVhcUZIW4s/s200/so_gay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373773418389589858" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway. we reached nola around midnight, and so despite our overwhelming enthusiasm for creole and cajun food, spent our first nola meal at iHop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOE62U3TJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vVRXY10yUA8/s200/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373784926933437586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s the next day, i made up for it by trying alligator sausage. yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next day, we started our journey! the crew includes mua, hani, ain, sai &amp;amp; doug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOE5dqBqgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fUyIOYhw5bU/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373784903131441666" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOE6EQsZFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jlCai7CWcxc/s200/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373784913494172754" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOILSOSFyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/LRB5Uu6n1ho/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373788507834816290" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we kinda walked randomly around the city, passing through streetshops, art galleries, antique stores, and voodoo stations. nola was so unique i was filled with excitement to the brink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOE59PQDDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_0IuWanKaqA/s200/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373784911609072690" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pierrot?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another joy in nola is that hani &amp;amp; i get to 'clean our eyes' as much as we want. for some reason, every hot guy in america decided to go to nola for that weekend. lol not lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOIMwsag0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/i6BDf8nkTV8/s200/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373788533194130242" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we even saw a street magician, who was really entertaining and funny, despite his occasional awkward racist remark. i ddnt mind at all, but you know, some of the ang mohs, humorless people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOIKwuMLtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/quvtyHl30wE/s200/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373788498841841362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i even got my 'fortune' read by a warm gypsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOIMC2EhCI/AAAAAAAAAU0/y2oMk-hvcZQ/s200/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373788520886600738" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was pretty sceptical because analysis tend to be pretty general. but she took one look at me and confidently said "dear, you gotta learn how to manage your money!". which, if you dont already know me, hits right at the spot. &amp;amp; there were pretty accurate things taht she said too. plus, she was such a nice friendly dear lady. cant help trusting those kinds. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then, we decided to go for this Haunted Ghost Tour. or Haunted History Ghost Tour, to be more accurate. only noticed the word 'History' after i caught myself sleeping during the tour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOJroEiTSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ujpG0w25zAo/s200/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373790162966957346" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our tour guide was this sweaty buff guy who couldnt scare you for shxt! by the end of the tour, i was so tempted to leave him in a malay cemetary at night just for fun. for wasting my time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pendek kata, if you're going to nola, dont ever go on these haunted ghost tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the only kinda-scary part was the Andrew Jackson hotel where a woman apparently hung herself in one of the rooms due to her husband's infidelity. after her death, couples who *ehem ehem* in the hotel will find pictures of them in the middle of their 'activity', the pictures are set in an angle that can only be taken from above (aka the ceiling).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOJsJlo5oI/AAAAAAAAAVM/q-cTzxveCo0/s200/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373790171964171906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhoo~ after that, we spent an evening in bourbon street. during the day, it was this quiet, typical nola street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOILhvlTtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/igpigmFvEvA/s200/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373788512001019602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at night, it got crazy. people sprouting up from everywhere. never seen more clubs and bars alight in my life. it was very exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOJsfQ_nfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/g6KD_h42N88/s200/DSC00457_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373790177783160306" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless we got home tired. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next day, before heading bk home to texas, we stopped by oak alley plantation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was adamant about stopping by here. and gawd, im so thankful i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, onestly, the reason why i wanted to go is because im a major movie buff, and this plantation was one of the setting for 'The Interview with the Vampire" movie starring Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Kirsten Dunst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOMDWyBjYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kg4eVl2bpSE/s200/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373792769666026882" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the plantation was so hauntingly beautiful. it's indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpONDfvtNQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zCtjkUagiZY/s200/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373793871583851778" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpOMC1GqOUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/EJSRzIb32qM/s200/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373792760625772866" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpONDtYfbKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/J7KqJVr3fSI/s200/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373793875244575906" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i admit, i  may have camwhore-d a bit too much lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpON0qsNlsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/36j6yffXJxQ/s320/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373794716335576770" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^ this was my fave pic though, bcos hani said this pic was scary as i kinda look like i was talking to someone beside me that couldnt be captured on camera. aka *ehem ehem* ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally we had to leave. we were bummed cos nola's awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will, definitely without a doubt, go to nola again!&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/6102126879703009753-2147393471610496618?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2147393471610496618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2147393471610496618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2147393471610496618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2147393471610496618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-nola.html' title='I love NOLA'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SpN6c9qMT2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/8VVhcUZIW4s/s72-c/so_gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1740634554950362949</id><published>2009-08-25T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:27:49.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not referring to the act of using a flat, hot, possibly dangerous apparatus (aka the iron) to smoothen out the creases on a crumpled shirt. nor referring to anything that epitomizes the downey-jr superhero, iron man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more specifically, what was i talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, it's been long since i wrote my last post. &amp;amp; funny, since finally i had something worthwhile to blog about. sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so ma gonna list it out here so i can remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to new orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got a's for my summer class. finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shell's impossible requirement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unexpected arrival of allowance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a new love for sushi. becoming a more complete embodiment of a japan maniac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unhealthy and overwhelming obsession for CW's supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chemical plant fire in college station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new malaysian kids arriving in texas a&amp;amp;m!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deecee-philly trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my 2nd rock concert! arghh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep! lets start!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-1740634554950362949?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1740634554950362949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1740634554950362949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1740634554950362949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1740634554950362949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironic.html' title='ironic.'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-536416000847418604</id><published>2009-07-12T01:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:16:40.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking down the tears~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh i miss malaysia so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand it when my friends tell me they miss me. coz i miss them so much so terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the thing i love most about school is when you come to class and start the day by talking about any crap you can think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music, anime, movies, boys, ghosts... anything crappy and uneducational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and in kml, i can just hop to any rooms in the dorm and talk to my friends about basically anything. everything was light-beat and relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we would dance suju's dont don in one room, then sing dbsk's timeless in another. talk about makino*doumyouji with a group of friend, and then mizuki*nakatsu with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was my sanctuary, my heaven. everything perfect there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here, everyday is like a struggle. i cant find my comfort zone. the only sanctuary i can get is when i am alone. and i dont want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i became quiet. i dont know what to say. i became apathetic and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never felt more insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now im thinking, is everything here worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this might be my biggest bout of homesickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh'oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-536416000847418604?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/536416000847418604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6682762841208038635</id><published>2009-07-08T03:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:37:51.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>burst of randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why am i so unsettled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;why am i such a fickle vast of shallowness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but the puppy eyes, puppy smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just let me melt, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-6682762841208038635?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6682762841208038635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=6682762841208038635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6682762841208038635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6682762841208038635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/burst-of-randomness.html' title='burst of randomness'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-258525491631573073</id><published>2009-07-08T03:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:31:18.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>burn LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one is better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlRY8pjF8YI/AAAAAAAAATk/YZErmrYb8Uk/s400/ror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356003655818801538" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asian version of LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-258525491631573073?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/258525491631573073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=258525491631573073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/258525491631573073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/258525491631573073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/burn-lol.html' title='burn LOL'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlRY8pjF8YI/AAAAAAAAATk/YZErmrYb8Uk/s72-c/ror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-5014255657934234662</id><published>2009-07-08T00:53:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:33:37.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling virgin no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today i went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yay, im so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i know. where did i live all my life, a cave? honestly i dont know even know why i never tried bowling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well finally i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hani's friend tommy invited her to go bowling with him &amp;amp; a couple of his friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i tagged along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*to my advantage hani gets a lot of guys' attentions ;D *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we (as in tommy, his younger bro james, hani &amp;amp; me) went to Grand Station at Bryan, where they had bowling alleys, laser tags, mini golf place, and (to my great delight) a game arcade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ4hLxTE_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YAdC2jGZEm4/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355967999596762098" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooo so exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being a first-timer, obviously i SUCK big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ56HkFTHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TbT_cyYUpqA/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355969527475948658" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the bowling first timer XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ56eI9dbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IknlkzAyH8s/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355969533536204210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ56vco3AI/AAAAAAAAAP0/22M33nol0Yw/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355969538182142978" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brother act -  tommy &amp;amp; james&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even hani, who claimed she doesnt know how to play it, did so much better than me. when others score around 60, 70, my score was 20-ish. it was so urghh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well, im there for comic relief =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since it was about to close, we ddnt get to spend much time in the arcade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the boys still get to play the dance2 revolution game. &amp;amp; they were really good! wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ7-kkaMEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JaKsnswanwk/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355971803004678210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this machine is everywhere! dang, im so proud of japan. remember para para?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*para para was one of my nicknames too XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlQ57QITE1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/U7SPwBm8VFI/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355969546955199314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just had to camwhore. im sorry~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all &amp;amp; all a fun experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, a bowling virgin no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;btw, there's a spa in miri with this slogan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Virgin No More"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only one thing i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'WTF'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/6102126879703009753-5014255657934234662?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5014255657934234662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=5014255657934234662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/5014255657934234662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>idiosyncrasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;america's not doing well for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i burp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i gulp my drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my stomach growls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my food falls down all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4992583512558354098?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4992583512558354098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4992583512558354098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4992583512558354098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4992583512558354098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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on friday nite. at olive garden. the trio plus douglas &amp;amp; sai kit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlBMTBy3l9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4h4aFV9SbNY/s320/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354863846726539218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love the desserts! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&amp;amp; come to think of it, why are desserts such a girl's thing? guys dont seem to appreciate desserts... hmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we took a few shots, have merry times together with some typical texan melodies *as in country*, and got totally swayed. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlBQr3dqetI/AAAAAAAAAO8/erEDHfZEJcM/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354868671496485586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~inseparable~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday dearest hani! i hope you had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we love you to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlBRZQEs5zI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Q2KnCokWrAI/s320/DSC02989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354869451196786482" /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-hani-happy-happy-birthday.html' title='i wish hani a happy happy birthday!'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SlBMTBy3l9I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4h4aFV9SbNY/s72-c/DSC02967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2541646646027432492</id><published>2009-07-01T15:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:53:08.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ibrahim lincoln.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently that will be abraham lincoln's name if converted to malaysian. come to think of it, i find malaysian history class quite crappy. just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkvJTgY-BqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IstCS4zvxFk/s320/deviantart,abe,lincoln,black,and,white,male-a2eb0ef84b6aa8a091b699cd9df7ea91_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353593919009326754" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i admire lincoln as a great man. yes, he's nice with the whole emancipation act and stuff. but i admire him most because he is wise beyond his peers. i would like to be even a hundreth of what he is, but i doubt i will ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus found this little short link about lincoln that i found very endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkorthwim.com/2007/10/31/abe-lincoln-grew-a-beard-because-of-an-11-year-old-girl/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;story of lincoln's beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im feeling pretty bitter-sad now that the us history class has finally ended. i've learnt so much from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it sounds awfully awfully lame, but i really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like it so much that hani, lis &amp;amp; i can make lame jokes about history. like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeah, u bully me later i tomahawked you like what Half-King did to Jumonville"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"eyh, iboh gaduh ba, later can ask Henry Clay to polah compromise..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know, you're thinking, wht the eff? are those jokes? but apparently, yeah, we laughed to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. this place destroys my humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i chose blogging over sleeping rite now?! whats wrong with me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g'nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkvMpNxizQI/AAAAAAAAAOk/k190gTuX9DI/s320/funny-pictures-cat-recites-a-monologue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353597590504131842" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2541646646027432492?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2541646646027432492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2541646646027432492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2398338014343581024</id><published>2009-06-29T19:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:26:05.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>incumbent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;found an interesting word today. it made me think of 'imbecile'. haha. let's google what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;based on dictionary.com, it refers to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the holder of an office"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, oops. no, it does not mean or imply the word imbecile. and now that i know the definition, it appears to be a boring word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yawwwwnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkloNY-c2mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/42UgOGMlwXU/s320/boring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352924211358521954" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;helped sai kit pack his stuff just now. with all his things in the big moving van. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while i was carrying those things, lis rilek alu minum milo padah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bibik, angkat yer barang cepat2... jangan malas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ya bu, tolong permisi passport gue. gue kena kejaran polisi tengah gue lari masuk sempadan semalam bu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bah, my indon so lousy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, sai kit will be our new neighbour, yay! &amp;amp; he has a car, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; officially i am living in a store. in this small apartment, we have my thing, hani's, lis', afif's, faiz's, astri's, tanjung's and now sai kit's. still waiting for darick's and douglas' things agik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these guys are really bullying us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NYway, im freaked out about tomorrow's essay! it's based on father abe, but i really dont know what to write about him... hmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, it was really cool today when this girl came to hani, lis &amp;amp; i, &amp;amp; asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"are you guys malaysians?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos i've heard you guys speaking malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm malaysian too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sklm_ieWsrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qV4Ius-l3UA/s320/malaysia-flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352922873878459058" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; we were like, CooL! such a small world, this is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i bid to all malaysians, please appreciate the malay language. because when you are out of malaysia, the malay language is a great way for you to distinguish who is of your country and who is not. our language is really very unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SklmuHEAHhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EO5RKxuziYg/s320/petronas-malaysia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352922574462393874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also it's the best way for you to kritik orang antarabangsa without them tahu apa dipadah kawu ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tipu la you go overseas never do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2398338014343581024?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2398338014343581024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2398338014343581024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2398338014343581024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2398338014343581024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/incumbent.html' title='incumbent'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkloNY-c2mI/AAAAAAAAAOU/42UgOGMlwXU/s72-c/boring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4525879469191561674</id><published>2009-06-28T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:56:39.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... well basically thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant go out and do anything today since im going to hv exams on tuesday &amp;amp; wednesday. but it doesnt mean im studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*this post's existence proves my point*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna go travelling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn no-summer-allowance. unfortunately i ddnt know that we wont be having any allowance for summer. &amp;amp; i have to pay the house rent. so screwed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna go travelling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but im broke! and bankrupt! where will i find the money?! sell myself?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4525879469191561674?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4525879469191561674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4525879469191561674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4525879469191561674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4525879469191561674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-weekends.html' title='i hate weekends'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3627133160197592734</id><published>2009-06-27T00:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:26:10.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today has some highlites =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finally, i have a little, small, miniscule fragment of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spent some time in the REC today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp;amp; im beginning to really love the pool. &amp;amp; the friendly lifeguards :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxzNTAfDI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZPy_K8Jl8eM/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879225500531762" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;got some really nice Shivers ice cone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ice cones, me likey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkW7YyyH5cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Z3f1I-DLk18/s320/ShaveIce1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351889766822962626" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to a pool party in ZZ Islander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this new apartment complex which we stumbled upon while we were randomly house-hunting. yeah we were out of place, especially me with my jeans &amp;amp; stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxzOXgaaI/AAAAAAAAANU/IqrM7E95O3c/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879225787836834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;went to watch Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,which is effing awesomeee! i came out from the cinema with such an overwhelming feeling. it was good, i tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love shia labeouf. but then again, who wouldnt fall for a guy who's really smart &amp;amp; runs around trying to save both robots and the whole entire humankind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxzXXoemI/AAAAAAAAANc/yZelqDc-aVg/s320/transformers-shia-leboeuf-574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879228204284514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also, one who is good enough to get megan fox?  ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxztBLDVI/AAAAAAAAANk/tDiFAnJCpLM/s320/megan_fox_transformers_motorcycle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879234015661394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you get when you cross robots &amp;amp; humans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkW3pQgT8NI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FtirNRVSPdc/s320/2009_transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885651632713938" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robots + humans = romans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently caesar's a cyborg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame joke, i know. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stuffed myself at TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. on a Friday night. how original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxz4UYsaI/AAAAAAAAANs/Q8xBBhsru24/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351879237049037218" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after a quick HEB grocery shopping, im back home. &amp;amp; dying from boredom again. someone save me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-3627133160197592734?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3627133160197592734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3627133160197592734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3627133160197592734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3627133160197592734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-wow.html' title='oh WOW'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkWxzNTAfDI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZPy_K8Jl8eM/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1883691166274858786</id><published>2009-06-24T20:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:36:13.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>omelettes and oreos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... for my abyss-like stomach. gah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, wanted to share a few random summer piccies i took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLaJCkPUcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WFUhnYMci-Y/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351079156112118210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah yeah. i admit i took alot of pictures of squirrels. cos im so sakai. &amp;amp; apparently, even squirrels are more friendly during the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLaJQotOvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c8sFoNUv98w/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351079159888952050" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant wait to go back to Great Wall, this Chinese buffet which only charges 9 dollars for -let's see- sushi, a tons variety of chicken (kung pao, general tso), rice, noodle, soup, jello, fish, vege, crackers, fruits, desserts, &amp;amp; yes ice creams! &amp;amp; in those DIY ice cream machines. i wanna get me one of those machines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLaIjNc8QI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BWxxAQRIZdk/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351079147695042818" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well it was kinda funny when we thought this dog was chasing us, instead it ran to this longkang cum river to escape the summer heat. yes, texan summer is hot. i cannot say it enough. especially when we'll be facing 100+ Fahrenheit (aka 39 Celcius) days from now on. &amp;amp; unfortunately, summer has just started... ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLcpJPzgII/AAAAAAAAAMk/DxzJUn6F5Tg/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081906684526722" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently, summer means Camp Camp Camp too. stumbled upon swimming camps &amp;amp; cheerleading camps. cant help curi2 ambik this gambar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLcpvBv2KI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dPdIGK1SvjI/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081916826114210" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of the things which made me love texas is that it's so green! i remembered last spring, trees in the northern states like michigan were still browning. but in texas, everything was already all green &amp;amp; flowering! so beautiful =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLcp9MQz1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZexfK1Ks8aE/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081920628313938" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pic of hani &amp;amp; lis braving the summer heat with the assistance of their colored umbrellas. &amp;amp; coming here, i realized only asians wear umbrella in the hot sun. haha, an overstatement of course. but it's so rare to see people using an umbrella to cover from the sun here. it is so rare that you feel almost embarrased to use it, and nearly willing to kiss your fair skin goodbye. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLcqF6KHkI/AAAAAAAAANE/AVdLSjqjM-8/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351081922968297026" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this college also has a tradition called pond-hopping. where you're supposed to hop into the ponds around the campus at least once before you leave the college. which i will elaborate once i've done. which i will! cant wait~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLaITWfAnI/AAAAAAAAAME/u58nx_QQR30/s320/DSC02277_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351079143437959794" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kih kih kih. well, this is not a summer pic. i was just browsing through old pics (one of my many efforts to procrastinate), and found this pic, which i adore. we took this pic in front of the Millenium Egg, and had the best of funs taking crazy pics in front of it! one of my fave spring moments =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*this pic also makes me miss the boys. which i will never ever ever admit to them. screw you, boys*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-1883691166274858786?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLaJCkPUcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WFUhnYMci-Y/s72-c/IMG_0403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3853165908348824156</id><published>2009-06-24T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:45:44.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oblivion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meaning '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the state of being completely forgotten or unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'. as in 'i am oblivious as to how the word oblivion relates to this post. apparently it s a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway it saddens me that due to me taking only one summer class, i hvent been able to meet any new people.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i did have a random discourse with this guy, who suddenly out of nowhere asked 'do you hv a brother?'. before this, i was almost oblivious of the southern hospitality that i had admired so much. now i cant wait for fall semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to the pool again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;annoyingly, it seemed like out of the blue, all the hottest guys in college station suddenly decided to go for a swin today. i kid you not &amp;amp; if i were to exaggerate one bit, i will starve myself for a decade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd annoyingly, i was playing around in the south side of the pool &amp;amp; the only lifeguard was at the north part. diving around, fooling around, &amp;amp; suddenly i heard a whistle. the lifeguard (who was also a nice sight) called 'Maam, can you swim closer here?". just so he can look out for me. oh M G. he looked at me like he was scared i'll drown or something~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-3853165908348824156?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2396460356223309012</id><published>2009-06-24T19:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:26:49.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh pucker! at least it's interesting today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a stupid title. i dont even know what pucker means. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least i find yesterday &amp;amp; today a fairly interesting day. unlike the other redundant days filled solely with screams of "aaaah so HOT! ci**i texan summer!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, in short, yesterday was interesting bcos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;we got left by the bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; by that statement, i meant to say "Cilaka! i had to walk in this frickkin hot summer!". &amp;amp; it's not like the bus left us bcos we were late. hani &amp;amp; i were waiting for the bus (which came late btw). as the bus arrived, stopped &amp;amp; opened the door, we were walking towards it. a few guys came into the bus, and just as we were standing in front of the bus entrance, it Closed! &amp;amp; just went off. We were right in front of the entrance, for bus-driver's sake! grrr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt; i got scared of the big bad pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the low pool was closed for this high-school swimming camp. so the only pool open was the diving pool. frickkin scared me to death! 18 ft tall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then again, the low pool was about 8 ft, which means my leg had a higher possiblity of turning green than reaching the floor of the pool, so i jumped straight in that 18 ft pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was alrite in the end. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;squirrels arent innocent either&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in that crazy hot summer day, i had to walk to history class with lis. then, i saw a couple of squirrels quarreling, wrestling each other in the middle of the pathway. h'ever as we got closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'wait, is that what i think it is..?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently squirrels are exhibitionists too in the making-babies process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's so wrong to watch an animal porn during a hot hot summer day arrrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you wonder why this is on my list of interesting events? because im a kid. &amp;amp; this amuses me so much that i have to constantly tell myself to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLSQJe7x4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hFaUPuYTfVQ/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351070482134976386" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;we went on an adventure... not really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after class, hani lis i decided to go to the mall to buy some clothes for the friday event YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im basically pokai, so i tried to limit my purchase. made a list of things to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hair conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;umbrella - for the annoyingly shining summer sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;singlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;instead i bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hair scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;singlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;winter sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SONIC's chicken wrap - yummie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;notice that the only purchase that was on the list was my singlets. why do women always shop like this?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s  &amp;amp; that sweater was totally worth it! it's beautiful &amp;amp; gorgeous &amp;amp; half-price! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;i finally watched pearl harbour *the movie* from start to finish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, yeah, thats basically it. &amp;amp; josh hartnett. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2396460356223309012?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SkLSQJe7x4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hFaUPuYTfVQ/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3640626048105540851</id><published>2009-06-21T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:57:46.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>onto change only does consistency applies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opiniated in every thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have an inkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those thought will eventually be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;struck down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the bouts of reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am not 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/6102126879703009753-3640626048105540851?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3640626048105540851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4554804418650574610</id><published>2009-06-20T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:27:41.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oranges and apples and irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;summer, screw me over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i talk to my blanket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hani talks to herself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lis screams at her laptop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;scary psycho house &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;we live in it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-4554804418650574610?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2918320213237140791</id><published>2009-06-20T19:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:47:57.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh a god descended!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im so in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;edward norton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;drowning in the sea of his eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh gawd, if i was a boy i'd be a playboy of cliche pick up lines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sj2JOSIaO_I/AAAAAAAAALU/LDblesr2qv8/s320/edward_norton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349582810864303090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"another one of your husband ah pajell?" said lis. cis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he is haaaawwwwt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he can play sweet innocent choir boy 'i, i.. i dont kill, kill nobody, sir..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sj2IR6Dx0RI/AAAAAAAAALE/68VrCETjr5A/s320/1177621200000-96-20275-PrimalFear-1176900919390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349581773610275090" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; in a split second, BAM! he hits you with a machete with that piercing pure evil eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sj2IcUa59yI/AAAAAAAAALM/SVsM0QAAvJk/s320/georgecov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349581952485291810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant choose between his innocent sweet smile - or his angry glinting eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; he can speak japanese! awwwu how cool is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-edward norton in illusionist, the painted veil, primal fear-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gotta watch more of his movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2918320213237140791?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2918320213237140791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2918320213237140791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2918320213237140791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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cos i need one for my happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after saving a cockroach from the wraths of hani &amp;amp; lis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had the tendency to listen to one of my fave fave song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blur's beetlebum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; like i had a sudden epiphany, i googled them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bless all the people who believed in Santa Claus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BLUR IS REFORMED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjnWuTqcEKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ACslK04FEbc/s320/blur2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348542123519774882" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to think i can see them sing again, &amp;amp; damon albarn writing new brilliant songs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it sends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to my brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love BLUR with a passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i also love British boys. abit ironic that i end up here. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh life~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember my first 'singer crush' was Damon Albarn, when i first saw the PV 'Boys &amp;amp; Girls'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjnY8OuDlhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZIHC8HnKQCY/s200/damon_albarn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348544561734194706" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yep, he's a pretty boy. but thats not the main reason i like him. honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come to think of it, that was an early age to have a crush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway BLUR's reformed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh what estatic chains of endorphins are swirling in my neurotransmitter-filled brains now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, they're only doing shows in the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(damn u expensive-flight-tickets-to-the-UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there's talks about them coming here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yipeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s shell, give me my allowance asap plzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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happiness'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjnWuTqcEKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ACslK04FEbc/s72-c/blur2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8620936199928040244</id><published>2009-06-17T16:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:16:03.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hovering for choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was tagged by doe from my facebook. &amp;amp; as lame as i naturally am, i really really wanna do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but afif's &amp;amp; hani's faces keep hovering above my heads saying 'get a life, pajell!'. that hurts a sore spot... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so im gonna cheat a little &amp;amp; do it here. heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;===========================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What you're supposed to do... and please do not spoil the fun. Create a new note, copy and paste this message, delete my answers and type in yours. Then tag 21 good friends and family INCLUDING the person who tagged you. The theory is that you will learn one new thing about each of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE NAMES I GO BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. pajell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. parallel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-but normally just fara-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. over-indulged daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. annoying sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. undefined friend. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-semua ada gaji-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE PLACES I HAVE LIVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. miri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. bintulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. labuan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-all within close proximity to each other. yawn~-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE TV SHOWS THAT I WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. make me a supermodel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. the whole game show! dark dark moments. ting ting ting 100 points!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE PLACES HAVE BEEN (with frens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. hard rock cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. mcdonalds =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. dallas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. las vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. italy! beautiful italy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&amp;amp; not forgetting japan!  my japanophile still not cured yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. bak kut teh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. anything iced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. ice cream. oh wait... it's the same as number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. fall semester (oh M G im such a geek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. swimming. mb will, mb not. but oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE PETS THAT YOU HAVE OWNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. sunekosuri. kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. neji. kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. hitler. kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-aiyah all kitten la. no need to bother-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE FRIENDS WHO WILL REPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. onestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE BANDS/SINGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. hyde  cum l'arc~en~ciel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. one ok rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. american football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. any iced drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. pink lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. ribena sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-see, all iced- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==============================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m gonna TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-8620936199928040244?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8620936199928040244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8620936199928040244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8620936199928040244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8620936199928040244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/hovering-for-choices.html' title='hovering for choices'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6504092315754376366</id><published>2009-06-16T20:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:12:12.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy drinker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, not so. as much as i am tempted to indulge in any of the light-head inducer liquids, i cant legally. apparently, in the states we have to 21 &amp;amp; above to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not that that's a problem anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i am now addicted to kool-aid. ah, another american franchise that has come to fatten me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjhCGNrMqRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AjWuLNCvriI/s320/kool_aid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348097232019958034" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the big fuss about 'kool-aid drinkers' as a racist term, i dont see whats the deal with that. i mean, i drink kool-aid, you drink kool-aid, britney spears drink kool-aid, obama drinks kool-aid. nothing wrong with that~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; after a few months being here, i beg to differ on people's general perception that Americans are racist. in fact, they're afraid of it. i mean, it's such a joy to see Americans so out-spoken &amp;amp; stuff, but when it comes to issues of racism they instantly shut up. no man, no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[the most racist people you can ever find, are in fact asians.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's true! the only case of racism i can see around here are from the malaysian buddies that i hang out with. the only thing is we dont get creditted for it. i can look at a person and stereotype him/her instantly. look at ibans, i think sumpit &amp;amp; headhunting (mind you, im iban), i look at chinese, i think math &amp;amp; well, the buff ones made me think of kung-fu. looking at indians, i picture couples running around the trees &amp;amp; singing 30-minutes love songs. that is racism. and apparently ,that's just such an asian thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, im not saying it's good. it's bad. but it's worse that Americans get called racist by other people who are so much more racist than them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, i had to honestly say, i was amused by some of the stereotypes that americans have on asians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asians are, as some ignorant people say, only composed of the &lt;u&gt;oriental community&lt;/u&gt;- mainly chinese, japanese, koreans, mongolians etc- and people like me, are undefined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thankfully, i dont really care about that. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asians are also said to be &lt;u&gt;Bad Drivers&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, obviously, THAT IS SO TRUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me tell you the difference between american and asian drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;americans STOP at stop signs. asians merely STARE at the stop sign. (okay, pun to the' Stop and Stare' song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;americans smile at pedestrians who have to cross the road. asians curse at the pedestrians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rushing americans still stop for pedestrians. rushing asians swerve their car to avoid the pedestrians &amp;amp; disrupt the traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most amusing, however was what azelli said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'to the americans, yellow light means go slowly &amp;amp; stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the asians, yellow light means Go GO As Fast As You Can!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you, asians, still want to refute the fact we are bad drivers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where does mat rempits come from? asia jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to note, one day i was hanging around with my friends. &amp;amp; one of this guy had a bad experience with this asian driver, so out of rage he said 'stupid asian'. then he realized his blunder, so he said 'not malaysians!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i find that funny, so i pretended to be annoyed &amp;amp; retorted 'what do i look like to you? indian?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only to realize, duh, india is in Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid asian, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont worry, he did feel better though, when i said 'ah you all white boys look the same to me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, there, me being racist again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-6504092315754376366?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6504092315754376366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=6504092315754376366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6504092315754376366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6504092315754376366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-drinker.html' title='happy drinker.'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjhCGNrMqRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/AjWuLNCvriI/s72-c/kool_aid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4016855144933404683</id><published>2009-06-14T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:35:01.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hoedown to the ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had an urge to do my "business" in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ran to the toilet, then i ran back to the room to grab my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lis "what, you wanna listen to music?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me "no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "wanna play games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lis laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me "bored ba..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lis said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's not supposed to be interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4016855144933404683?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4016855144933404683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4016855144933404683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4016855144933404683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4016855144933404683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoedown-to-ho.html' title='hoedown to the ho'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4819315576802918403</id><published>2009-06-14T20:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:47:49.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hot deals these vampires are</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;referring to former post, i am now disturbed by the fact, why are vampires so damn cool?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my top 7 favourite vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Viktor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bill Nighy's Underworld)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWxU19iMkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cNQjZiopFE8/s320/underworld3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375104213004866" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~always thought nighy's effing cool. he has that ancient-vampire look~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Selena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Kate Beckinsale's Underworld)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWuEln-BYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/EgpM8rdNLm4/s320/2005_underworld_evolution_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371526414796162" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-she is hawt. she made me think i was gay-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Robert Pattison's Twilight saga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWx-sWVKiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U2tBZRWhotc/s320/721109Edward+Cullen+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375823187159586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~yeah. he's number 5. i love him &amp;amp; all, but a wee bit too sissy. lol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 4. Loius de Pointe du Lac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brad Pitt's Interview of the Vampire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWylije-zI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ekqoeggxTyM/s320/louis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347376490572872498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-saying this is enough. brad pitttt *drops in own drools*-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. blade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wesley Snipes's Blade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWzQWWKCkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QAYd9zqrkx0/s320/blade_2,_2002,_wesley_snipes,_kris_kristofferson,_ron_perlman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347377226030123586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ i know. he's half-vampire. but he kicks immortal asses with his kungfu hoohaas. dude!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Lestat de Lioncourt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Tom Cruise's Interview with the Vampire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Stuart Townsend's Queen of the Damned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWtrwY8RNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uyBMDPQ3-OU/s320/tom-cruise-as-lestat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371099807827154" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWtsI5r9yI/AAAAAAAAAIs/huujfSejlnk/s320/LestatBest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347371106387621666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~i cant choose. they're both so good at epitomizing the seductive, callous, lustful creature of the night. that is Lestat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; who can beat the god-awesome Lestat for the crown of coolest vampire ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the ultimate vampire*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Count von Count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sesame Street)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjW04pncK1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/fr6fBVqmAzo/s400/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347379017909283666" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. he's a vampire. &amp;amp; he teaches kids how to count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how effing cool is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4819315576802918403?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4819315576802918403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4819315576802918403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4819315576802918403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4819315576802918403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-deals-these-vampires-are.html' title='hot deals these vampires are'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjWxU19iMkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cNQjZiopFE8/s72-c/underworld3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4480456106805585067</id><published>2009-06-14T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:37:25.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haunted by the blood of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you see i cannot be forsaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i am not the only one...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after countless efforts of procrastinating at doing my work &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that includes making fun of George Washington &amp;amp; the French-Indian War),&lt;/span&gt; i finally decided to watch one of my all-time favourite movie, Queen of the Damned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea why i like the movie so damn much. It is not the best, I admit it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &amp;amp; tom cruise's version of lestat is unbeatable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (the only reason why the word 'tom-cruise' still exists in my dictionary now) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however the soundtrack is haunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like vampire blood seeping through your veins, urgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. my favourite is 'cold' by static-x. especially love it when the song came out while lestat was crawling up the wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh so hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remind me again why vampires are so in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not because of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robert pattison&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-4480456106805585067?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4480456106805585067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4480456106805585067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4480456106805585067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4480456106805585067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunted-by-blood-of-you.html' title='haunted by the blood of you'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6972383105636844552</id><published>2009-06-13T18:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:50:13.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home that our feet may leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... but not our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway, today, i found a new form of interest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*house hunting*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went house-hunting for faisal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing so cool about petronas scholarship is that petronas pays for their accomodation. so they can pick whatever house they want. arrgh. whereas shell (well, us as far as it concerns) dont have that lovely privilege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to a few places like Aggie Station, The District. My fave was The Enclave bcause it's so pretty. &amp;amp; close to HEB. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was so much fun looking at the houses. &amp;amp; the swimming pools. &amp;amp; gyms. &amp;amp; game rooms. &amp;amp; argh argh argh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*spoiled for words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, when talking about a perfect home. what would i define a perfect home? hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd probably prefer apartments than actual houses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the higher, the better. with big big windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd definitely want paintings on the wall. framed or actually painted on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would like my house to be unique. not normal cliches, like au-naturale or couture houses. i want it to be as ME as can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially, i want white lights. not those yellow fancy lights. they're so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plants in the house, too will be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love a clustered house. space &amp;amp; more space so not my thing. i love to snuggle. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pets. like fishes. i would prefer a cat. or a dog. but it'll be nicer for if i have a yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;most importantly, stacked with BOOKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a place stacked with books that i love. that is my personal home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; while we were trying to exit The Enclave, they had this automatic door where it opens when you drive near it. &amp;amp; doug drove near it, but it wont open! &amp;amp; there were a few cars behind us. so doug reversed. the car behind us drove to the gate, &amp;amp; walaa it opened! the drivers were smirking &amp;amp; stuff, we were so embarassed!!! urgh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;racist gate. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjQ4S-aVudI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kzFR6Z_C4Zw/s320/Embarrassed-Chimpanzee-Pre-Matted-C11774369.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346960556237896146" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-6972383105636844552?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6972383105636844552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=6972383105636844552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6972383105636844552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6972383105636844552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-we-love-is-home.html' title='Home that our feet may leave...'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjQ4S-aVudI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kzFR6Z_C4Zw/s72-c/Embarrassed-Chimpanzee-Pre-Matted-C11774369.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3916324579451160741</id><published>2009-06-13T02:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:18:06.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>throwing rolls of movies ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... into the pits of the abyss. if i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just watched mulan &amp;amp; the beach in a single marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the last king of scotland &amp;amp; the hunchback of notre dame last wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*eff* these movie marathons! im so tired of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it comes to the point i relate everything to movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; right now, i can only hear my brain whisper something slowly to my consciousness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...before it screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"GET A LIFE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, have you watched 'The Hangover' yet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-3916324579451160741?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3916324579451160741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3916324579451160741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3916324579451160741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3916324579451160741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/throwing-rolls-of-movies.html' title='throwing rolls of movies ...'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3566851574666201205</id><published>2009-06-13T02:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:11:32.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the kiasu story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, let me tell you about my history class just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we just had our exam on wednesday, so just now we got our test paper back. the lecturer was saying, 'if you want to come to my office so you can look to your papers, you are free to do so. in case i marked things wrongly..' or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was like "kiasu juwak!". &amp;amp; lis who was sitting in the middle of hani &amp;amp; me was laughing. because apparently while i was saying "kiasu juwak", hani was in the middle of planning to go the lecturer's office. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; lis then added, 'sapa dapat 100 markah ya nang kiasu giler laa..'. &amp;amp; guess who got 100? lis juak. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-3566851574666201205?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3566851574666201205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3566851574666201205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3566851574666201205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3566851574666201205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiasu-story.html' title='the kiasu story'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1521154623043856331</id><published>2009-06-10T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:46:29.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tempest of boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i just wanna blog. but i dont know what to say. nor do i want to say anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;then why am i blogging right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;screw you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-1521154623043856331?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1521154623043856331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1521154623043856331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1521154623043856331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1521154623043856331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempest-of-boredom.html' title='tempest of boredom'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4404359372499755942</id><published>2009-06-10T23:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:43:01.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the last king of arrgh-no-more-torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;as in i just watched 'the last king of scotland'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really liked it. even though i screamed around the end of the movie just for the heck of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no im lying. it's so horribly violent! arrgh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still it's a real good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; not just because james mcavoy is in it. with his sexy scottish accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RawR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjCJxSYRn8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/nfJ0WQ02xlE/s400/james+mcavoy+the+last+king+of+scotland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345924237529030594" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a doctor to boot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i like the way he came to Uganda with such a naive &amp;amp; light motive ('have fun &amp;amp; help at the same time').  through circumstances, he was dragged into the corrupt side of African politics, namely his good friend newly-elected President Amin. He continued trying to help all he can, but found out that the problems he sees around him are just too big a responsiblity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bad bad review. im bad at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's a really refined movie, made you think, &amp;amp; inspire you to change something in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just dont eat while watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4404359372499755942?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjCJxSYRn8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/nfJ0WQ02xlE/s72-c/james+mcavoy+the+last+king+of+scotland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2071374099316647872</id><published>2009-06-10T23:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:43:42.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter and twat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Erich Fromm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which is exactly what i am enduring right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, yeah yeah! i bought my ticket to the XXX concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i wont say who yet, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; luck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, i am still comtemplating on whether i can go to VAMPs concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hanging out with no money, no transport, no one to go with &amp;amp; no immunity to H1N1. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing i know for sure tho' is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really really really really really wannnna go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hyde~........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjQ5nIEiHOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QJgTo0MsF2g/s200/1099534541_tuffURHyde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346962001939799266" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i have thousands of crushes. but not one comes close to my eternal-forever-and-ever husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HYDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+_+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-2071374099316647872?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2071374099316647872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2071374099316647872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2071374099316647872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2071374099316647872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter-and-twat.html' title='twitter and twat'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjQ5nIEiHOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QJgTo0MsF2g/s72-c/1099534541_tuffURHyde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2335109698513089673</id><published>2009-06-07T22:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:51:54.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tito to random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Lover, can you help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a child lost in the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A black heart pollutes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i think " &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/6102126879703009753-2335109698513089673?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2335109698513089673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2335109698513089673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2335109698513089673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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226px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SiyC-NHvHGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V8B3qHQ6whU/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790862967544930" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;brandon boyd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* afif! you better come back here by august! never ever miss incubus!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-2020807710553781979?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2020807710553781979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2020807710553781979' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-5961738896912040717</id><published>2009-06-07T21:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:42:18.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"musqua"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in native Algonquian Language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which includes the Pamunkey tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which is lead by Indian Chief Powhatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who is the father of Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who, according to Disney, fell in love with John Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;who was among the first settlers in the Jamestown colony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which was learnt in American History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;which made me eventually watch the cartoon Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;that made me totally an emotional wreck rite now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six6eo5pNYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YHuR5K9eQA4/s320/1132620148_ontas-john.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781524575794562" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the last time i watched Pocahontas was when i was a kid. so i didnt expect, when i watched it this time, the movie to be so beautifully enchanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six5kdzfFUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M6BUcFK6tg4/s320/poca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780525164762434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;especially moments when pocahontas and john smith spend their time knowing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six3BoEaiaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UW7v1RjtWHY/s320/IINKY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777727601445282" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;arent they so cute here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so saaaaad that american history totally ruins the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i cant believe she abandoned john smith for john rolfe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hmmmphh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six5kJqv4fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bQCRHCMHMF0/s320/MV5BMTMzMjczODAyMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzc4Mjg3._V1._SX475_SY281_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780519759405554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six5kHjgPLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Cz4UcIJ99D0/s320/lege-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780519192149170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my... i cant get carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gotta study the real stuff now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&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/6102126879703009753-5961738896912040717?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Six6eo5pNYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YHuR5K9eQA4/s72-c/1132620148_ontas-john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1646129429774854482</id><published>2009-06-07T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:21:49.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my bloody stomach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exactly what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do i stop my bloody stomach from grumbling?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"it grumbles when im hungry, it grumbles when im asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it grumbles in tones of low and even in the deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i ate to stop the grumbling and even over-ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but what to do, oh what to do my class will start at eight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;googled about the cause for stomach grumbling. &amp;amp; guess what's the 1st result? 'Early Pregnancy symptoms'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but well, a few causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gas in stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chewing gum, which fools the stomach into thinking there is food to be digested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pregnancy (ahah, not happening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it annoys me because my stomach's really really loud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like there's a war in my stomach with people using atomic bombs and japanese shouting "banzai! banzai!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one time it grumbles so loud in an exam hall my friend next to me stared at my stomach &amp;amp; shook his head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; dismiss the whole 'hungry' theory. my stomach grumbles even after i just ate a whole meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn stomach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SiwexKz7lfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y2Rsbj4qwtY/s320/71390040.Z6oxMH8l.Aaaargh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680687846528498" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-1646129429774854482?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1646129429774854482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1646129429774854482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1646129429774854482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1646129429774854482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bloody-stomach.html' title='my bloody stomach!'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SiwexKz7lfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Y2Rsbj4qwtY/s72-c/71390040.Z6oxMH8l.Aaaargh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2986730850651420058</id><published>2009-06-06T20:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:58:33.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minute words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the city i love&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sisd_iM1SsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vCj2ptl6-T8/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344398360154819266" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is a city &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bound by sunsets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and clear skies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the city i adore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is a city &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sheltered by tall buildings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;monstrous monuments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the city i cherish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is a city &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;satiated by green luscious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trees and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;humble flowers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but not so much as i love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the city&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where you hold my hand and we &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walk side by side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-2986730850651420058?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sisd_iM1SsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vCj2ptl6-T8/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8780726906301468215</id><published>2009-06-06T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:04:03.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mother me</title><content type='html'>i need someone to whine to ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-8780726906301468215?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8780726906301468215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-7528797689755573447</id><published>2009-06-05T19:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:08:35.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"maliferous to the health of heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;says i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; even giants and noble men could not stand it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor could i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when pride and disposition are challenged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by mere words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are but many kinds of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words that shook the mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that staggered the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that moved the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours is not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no means of words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it does not alter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even a single atom in the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no means of words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it does not challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a destiny that has been predicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours are of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;words are mere words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if your purposes are mere purposes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do not bother to change a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if even a syllable that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rolls in your sweet tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a mere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disappointment&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/6102126879703009753-7528797689755573447?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7528797689755573447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=7528797689755573447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;started my summer classes afew days ago. yay. finally i had a purpose in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUMMER IS HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;summer in texas is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT HOT HOT&lt;/span&gt;. only i found out later that it is still just the beginning of summer in june. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;die laaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;summer classes were fun. i tagged along to alissa's PHYS's &amp;amp; hani's MATH lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was pretty awkward though, when saslow asked everyone in class to ask each other's names, so we dont study alone. so to say. &amp;amp; a guy asked me my name, &amp;amp; i had to say, sorry im not in this class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHO goes to a physics class which they are not enrolled to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me, apparently. socially awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SidoqKcYkwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/12aNbDO7lh8/s200/awkward-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343354556465582850" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but my fave class was American History (for now). cos there were alot of highlites. yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first day, we learnt about native american peoples &amp;amp; their ancient civilization. the lecturer was showing pics of her tour to this Casa Something in Arizona (if im not mistaken -_-) about this Hohokam tribe. It was pretty err.. because she showed a pic of a crater-like ground &amp;amp; she said that people assumed that it's a football field. seriously, how do you know??? it's a crater, for Elmo's sake! &amp;amp; there were also pictures of poles which the lecturer said are equivalent to the Stonehenge. seriously?! it looks more like a telephone pole to me. for all i know, the Hohokams' favourite pastime is to  phone each other all the time "hey, apa keja kitak ya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like rite? they may already invented the frickking iphones for all we know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SidRRnCf5qI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kg-GUfe47v4/s320/destroyed-iphone3g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343328845877470882" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a relic found in the archaelogical site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the second class we had, the highlite was when&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lecturer was talking about this mysterious Roanoke colony, where the leader went back to England to get more supplies for the colony and left his daughter &amp;amp; granddaughter behind. When he came back to the colony, he found that all the people in the colony vanished. then instead of finding them, he ran back to England. i was like "what?! go back laa! find your anak". i ddint realize i was saying it loudly, until alissa noted it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SidpeEll05I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zINmuY29FYg/s320/funny-pictures-black-l-cat-lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343355448246784914" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the third class, it came to pocahontas! well, about Jamestown colony, &amp;amp; one of the prominent leaders in the colony was named John Smith. i was excited. &amp;amp; there really was a red-indian chief's daughter named Pocahontas. However i learnt a new thing today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pocahontas was not in a relationship with John Smith!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sidmkaln14I/AAAAAAAAAF4/QMwMwJq69no/s320/POCAHONTAS01_kp43377c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343352258696828802" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lies all lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was a lie concocted by Disney!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole childhood belief was a lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4101461842649014785?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4101461842649014785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4101461842649014785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4101461842649014785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4101461842649014785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/mono-hightlites.html' title='mono - hightlites'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SidoqKcYkwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/12aNbDO7lh8/s72-c/awkward-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8907818693644797043</id><published>2009-05-29T23:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:59:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>masalah besar, iaitu saya tidak pandai bercakap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... or translated in normal english, 'i shuld DIE for having such horrible social skills!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im so efffing bad at talking to people, especially guys. like in mtv, where the cool guys groom those nerdy guys with zero social skills to become the cool guys like themselves, I AM THAT SOCIALLY-IMPAIRED GUY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SiC8vHKO-WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a_nMDTM_Vzk/s320/awkward.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341476675623254370" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i so need this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hani, lis, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;please guide me to the right path called &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Proper Talking Skills Highway' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;instead of the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Awkward Blabbing Talk Road' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that i am doomed to take!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-8907818693644797043?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8907818693644797043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8907818693644797043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8907818693644797043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8907818693644797043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/masalah-besar-iaitu-saya-tidak-pandai.html' title='masalah besar, iaitu saya tidak pandai bercakap'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SiC8vHKO-WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a_nMDTM_Vzk/s72-c/awkward.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2179573395967174032</id><published>2009-05-29T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:59:07.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moderatio</title><content type='html'>feels like dying today ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-2179573395967174032?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2179573395967174032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2179573395967174032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2179573395967174032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2179573395967174032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/moderatio.html' title='moderatio'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8170367398048233721</id><published>2009-05-29T00:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:25:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moonwalking to culinary excellence ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in a foul foul mood just now.&lt;br /&gt;im in need for more social activities! cant wait to go to class &amp;amp; be all "hey y'all!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway was reminiscing about adam lambert. who did not win american idol. i wanted to write about it the minute the result was announced, but i could not due to extreme temptation of using a variety of curse words. painful, painful topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh97g-1303I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bvvwOA40u9k/s320/arrgh-computer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341123489639682930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what my face looks like as im staring at this laptop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(minus the fact i am not a man)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he deserves to win. full stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/adam_lambert_a_change_is_gonna_come"&gt;A Change is Gonna Come&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/adam_lambert_feeling_good"&gt;Feeling Good&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/season_8/performances/adam_lambert_mad_world"&gt;Mad World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he deserves to win goddamit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that watched summore michael jackson. &amp;amp; i found out i still adore MJ. even though i do grin at his nose. cant help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, one time i had to submit my engineering homework for my team, &amp;amp; i wrote my friend's name as Michael Jackson instead of Michael Johnson. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i changed it in time. no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cooked by myself too just now. im so PROUD of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for normal people, cooking fried egg &amp;amp; green beans is pfffft easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for watashi, it's Amazing, Fabuloso, Grandiose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Feeling Goooooood~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-8170367398048233721?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8170367398048233721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8170367398048233721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8170367398048233721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8170367398048233721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/moonwalking-to-culinary-excellence-p.html' title='moonwalking to culinary excellence ;p'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh97g-1303I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bvvwOA40u9k/s72-c/arrgh-computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2066067925447566772</id><published>2009-05-28T04:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:18:40.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Sweet Baby - ONE OK ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" height="60" loop="true" playcount="1" src="http://www.imeem.com/people/VdJAg/music/faU6ZQ2A/one-ok-rock-my-sweet-baby/" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my baby, sweet baby&lt;br /&gt;I see you smiling when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;’cause I miss you, I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tadaima" moroku ni ienakute gomen ne&lt;br /&gt;never knew I’d make you feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;kuchiguse no "tsukareta" mo boku wa iisugi dane…&lt;br /&gt;kaeri wo matsu hou ga tsurai no ni…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we’re back to screaming&lt;br /&gt;sasai na koto de mata&lt;br /&gt;can’t stop the rain&lt;br /&gt;so tagai ni yuzurazu ni kigatsukeba&lt;br /&gt;together again&lt;br /&gt;’cause only you can drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby, sweet baby oh&lt;br /&gt;itsumo sunao ni dekinai boku wo&lt;br /&gt;anata wa yasashiku tsutsunde kureru yuiitsu no hito dayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;’cause I can’t deny, baby you and I&lt;br /&gt;naze bokura ga koko ni iru no ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deau beki futari ga deatta to shitara bokura&lt;br /&gt;donna konnan mo koereru ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsugou yoku kangaete&lt;br /&gt;mata kimi wo komarasete&lt;br /&gt;sonna fuu ni kyou mo mata boku wa kimi ni amaesugi&lt;br /&gt;’cause only I can drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby, sweet baby tte kore kara mo saki isshou kimi ni&lt;br /&gt;iitai!! tte boku wa kokoro karasou omou ndayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naa baby, please tell me? oh&lt;br /&gt;kotoba janakute ii kara&lt;br /&gt;tada tonari de hohoen de kurereba sore dake de ii kara sa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world’s in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;bokura no jikan wa tomete okou&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing to worry&lt;br /&gt;toki wa bokura wo tsuresare wa shinai yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of my favourite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;such a beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; one ok rock, of course, RAWKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh5iCUTQO-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tfuhZqNuobQ/s400/n26378900725_1409223_1874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814000056712162" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-2066067925447566772?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2066067925447566772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2066067925447566772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2066067925447566772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2066067925447566772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely.html' title='my sweet baby'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh5iCUTQO-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tfuhZqNuobQ/s72-c/n26378900725_1409223_1874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8628614205563699096</id><published>2009-05-28T01:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:21:10.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was dl-ing manga, then suddenly skipping to youtube for reason i cant remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i watched this new video 'adventures of Goku' from mychonny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mychonny"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/mychonny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chonny whom i absolutely adore! cos he's so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a very impudent &amp;amp; reckless way. and he's funny! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love parodies, &amp;amp; he makes 'em real funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, im using too much of the word 'funny'... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he is Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh4qqDJLTtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2o2WlBQJ6Ds/s320/122952339408752420084867.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340753109994655442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this guy here, chonny, is an australian &amp;amp; pretty much famous in the youtube circle, for his tongue-in-cheek humour (especially about asians). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like when he was commenting korean movies, he was like "what's the deal with koreans &amp;amp; rain? how come they always catch a cold after exposed to rain? ... are you allergic to rain? ... are you some kind of pokemon, like firemon?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the..?! pokemon? tahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's like a kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ack, now i remember why i clicked to youtube in the 1st place. justin timberlake.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-8628614205563699096?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8628614205563699096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8628614205563699096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8628614205563699096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8628614205563699096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sh4qqDJLTtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2o2WlBQJ6Ds/s72-c/122952339408752420084867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4523884934186719815</id><published>2009-05-26T21:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:45:10.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lacking lustre in every inch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lis &amp;amp; i walked to mcdonalds just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she wasof few words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so she forced me to talk. i didnt expect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to struggle, but i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;minutes of stuttering words that were never voiced, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;felt like decades to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i couldnt talk about anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it me? or is it lis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why am i not able to talk? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm used to this. to being silent. to not talk. not say what i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does it make me boring? lis asked "dont you want to be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u have to talk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, thats what i have been complaining about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am never remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then lis said that i wasnt ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that im still not mature yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i find it upsetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no ground to compare ourselves with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i know she's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i havent grown up at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've always been that little girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheltered by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheltered by my mind &amp;amp; thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sheltered by the very perception of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have to change. i tell myself everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;  i have to keep telling myself  every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"grow up, little girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4523884934186719815?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1729555559425950355</id><published>2009-05-26T17:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:26:30.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ludicrous is another word for STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woke up in the afternoon. wish i didnt wake up at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause rite after i woke up, i ate &amp;amp; ate &amp;amp; then decided to watch 'wanted' just cause i love james mcavoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShxqYuhJK2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jXa47IiZnQU/s320/71137_1223170116901_387_480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340260231191014242" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched a few of his movies [atonement, penelope] which deepens my infatuation for this lovely piece of work. thank you, mcavoy's mum. thank you, mcavoy's dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no thank you though, mcavoy's wife =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i wanted to give 'wanted' (no pun intended) a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Shxr5as537I/AAAAAAAAAFA/BvZnu4L2nqg/s320/Angelina+Jolie+James+McAvoy+Wanted+movie+poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340261892318945202" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angelina jolie looks really hawt in the poster. &amp;amp; morgan freeman's in it too. so i thought, heck, might not be so bad laa this mvie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really really really really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really bad it makes me wanna study my physics instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i still love james mcavoy (sorry alissa ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-1729555559425950355?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1729555559425950355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1729555559425950355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1729555559425950355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1729555559425950355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/ludicrous-is-another-word-for-stupid.html' title='ludicrous is another word for STUPID'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShxqYuhJK2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/jXa47IiZnQU/s72-c/71137_1223170116901_387_480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8270290874046119735</id><published>2009-05-26T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:32:37.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loxotic gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i fell down yesterday. on the sidewalk beside the highway. when there were a lot of cars passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;embarassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShxCeWaO6CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7sLQSLS8OFs/s320/show.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340216347333683234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even the polar bear's embarassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apart from my pride, lol, i wasnt hurt at all. though i sprained my leg. it annoys me to no ends (!!!) that everytime i fall, i have to sprain my ankles. always. why cant i just scrap my knee or something?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause this makes me miss my dad &amp;amp; mum alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i sprained my ankle, my dad would massage my leg while my mum makes a big fuss about it. then i would beg my dad to cover my leg with bandages so it would look cool. i know, even when i was in Form 5... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum, Dad, Abang! I miss you so much! Wait for me to come back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-8270290874046119735?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8270290874046119735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8270290874046119735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8270290874046119735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8270290874046119735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/loxotic-gravity.html' title='loxotic gravity'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShxCeWaO6CI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7sLQSLS8OFs/s72-c/show.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6830911891820161059</id><published>2009-05-26T03:32:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:35:16.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy days &amp; movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty much embarassed to admit it, but i literally spent this whole summer holiday watching movies all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which spells Lazy with a capital L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, went to the mall yesterday and despite all the clothes shopping, i was unabashedly more excited that i bought 5 books for only $15!!! &amp;amp; proper books. not cincai books! lalalalala sadly no cheap mangas. but forgiven. 'cause nothing cheers me up more than bargain books! haaaah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Shuq-eNPx7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yGiCTBQrwC0/s400/048sr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340049773415090098" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;books, books and more books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;honestly though, im not smitten by the act of reading a book. i just love being with a book. for all i know, the best sleep i ever had was when i was lying with my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once i slept in the library in this quiet little spot which i loved so much. well, the nicest nap i ever had. &amp;amp; also the dumbest 'cause i was supposed to study for my physics exam that i was supposed to take a few hours later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Shusi9ZkcVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tC39kVUph_A/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340051499775193426" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my little aggie sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway after taht, and a couple more things, we decided to watch baby mama &amp;amp; the curious case of benjamin button. yep, another movie marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we laughed for baby mama. but so much more for benjamin button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShuuCkKwNwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7Vldt33rSpI/s320/baby_mama_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053142269605634" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about a successful careerwoman who cant conceive so she opts for a surrogate mum program, turns out the surrogate mum is a psycho child in a woman's body, so to speak.subsequently, they happened to live together, do the pregnancy tutorials stuff together, and try to get along lalala together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda around that line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baby mama was good. it was funny. and tina fey and amy poehler are really dramatic. which makes it funny. but i was not in my best mood while watching it, so it remains forgettable for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShuuC9lH0KI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VULUTjlEru0/s320/-20081119-BenjaminButton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053149091090594" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the curious case of benjamin button is however, yes, curious. curious as to why we stuck on watching it. curious as to why we didnt get tons of wrinkles from watching that 3-hour movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curious, yes, curious indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's practically about this clockmaker who has a wife and a perfect son, who gets called to the army. then he died in action. the clockmaker, so devastated, made a clock that runs anti clockwise so that "time may run backwards. and those who died in war may come back to their home and live a proper life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly jump to a baby who looks dang-ugly. the dad couldnt stand the sight of it and left it in front of an old age home. there, that baby was named benjamin and grew up looking really old. there, he also met a pretty young girl who we already know, duh, he's gonna fall in love with. so the story practically goes with him living his life and chasing that pretty girl he loved so much, all the while looking younger. til at last, he died as a young baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of this was told with the style of this lady reading an old diary of benjamin button to an old lady (in the hospital throughout the whole movie), who turns out to be the pretty girl whom benjamin loved, and the lady who read it their daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it would have been a pretty unique story to me had i not watched it with friends who are pro bullshitting. &amp;amp; damn they were good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the part where the old lady reveals to her daughter that benjamin was her dad, and my friend said, the old lady's gonna say "your father is one of the babies outside there in the pediatric ward!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were LOL-ing all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then another scene where the daughter, shocked, said that she doesnt want to read the book anymore, but wants to know where her father is, this same friend said "awww just read the ending of the diary...". LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's alrite laa if you dont expect too much from the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh ya, it's really nice to see a young brad pitt. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch at your own perils, (or wrinkles i might say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then today i watched a movie starring the other half of the jolie-pitt partnership, which is entitled Changeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Shu6b5DYBuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6RVuhH9PMQ/s320/Changeling_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340066771512067810" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very disturbing, to say the very least. mostly 'cause it's graphic and detailed. &amp;amp; it's based on a true story. not too good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about a woman, Christine Collins who found her son Walter missing after she went back from work one day. Seeking help from the LAPD force, she was finally relieved when they found her boy only to realise that the boy given to her was not her own son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn depressing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christine's pains, i can feel it so much it makes me dont want to have kids at all. tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come to think of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these continuous movie marathons are also very very very depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-6830911891820161059?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6830911891820161059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=6830911891820161059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6830911891820161059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6830911891820161059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-days-movies.html' title='lazy days &amp; movies'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Shuq-eNPx7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yGiCTBQrwC0/s72-c/048sr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2049203484969192495</id><published>2009-05-24T05:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:06:58.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lose the right stuff, gain the good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT EAT ALL THE TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT SLEEP ALL THE TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2049203484969192495?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2049203484969192495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2049203484969192495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2049203484969192495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/2049203484969192495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/losing-right-stuff-gain-good-stuff.html' title='lose the right stuff, gain the good stuff'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6585950730425412272</id><published>2009-05-24T03:42:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:30:28.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"lolita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShkR-ubplEI/AAAAAAAAADo/M9ob4xJ0r2c/s1600-h/lolita.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShkR-ubplEI/AAAAAAAAADo/M9ob4xJ0r2c/s400/lolita.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339318602537997378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Certainly my highlight for today is when i finally manage to complete the readings of this famous novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being an obscene fan of anything japanese, i eventually came across the Gothic-Lolita fashion so prominently featured in the country itself. But what is Lolita? Wikipedia helped alot here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found out that Lolita is a novel about an adult man's unhealthy obsession and love for a young 12 year-old girl. In fact, it is so famous that the word 'Lolita' is now a general term for young sexually-matured girls. Much like Colgate is to toothpaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It sounds sick, but I still wanted to read it for own's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find it, to my surprise, a very romantic and sad reading. It has very subtle sexual connotations, thank you very much, and concentrates more on the feelings and thoughts of the protagonists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The novel is seen from a first-view perspective of an european man named Humbert Humbert *...*, who had acquired a silent longing for pretty young girls whom he called nymphets, after the failure to copulate with his childhood sweetheart Annabel. Venturing to the States, by a twist of fate, he came to live with a female lodger Charlotte Haze and her nymphet daughter Dolores, whom he fell in love at first sight with. Dolores, affectionately named Lolita by Humbert, was such an object of extreme desire and love for the man, that he married Charlotte just to have dear Lolita closer. Soon came the day Charlotte found out about his unhealthy affections for her daughter only to have met an untimely death in an accident. Humbert then became a sole guardian to Lolita and were eventually lovers due to Lolita's curiosity and willingness to engage in such relationship. Even though he had to deal with Lolita's childish demands, furious tempers and complaints for an ordinary life, Humbert was blissful with this lifestyle which lasted until she was 14 years old. And one day, Lolita ran away. Humbert lived in misery for years awaiting for her return. As soon as he gave up, his precious daughter sent a letter telling of her marriage, pregnancy and urgernt need for money. The father came, intending to murder her for betraying him, but could not for he love her so. He begged her to come back but she refused. The story ends when the sad and longing Humbert Humbert was sent to a mentai institution after killing the man who took Lolita away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it may not be accurate, after all i just finished it. but if there's anything wrong i hope someone corrects me. Nabokov is indeed a very descriptive writer and I find this novel a hard read. But it was a very beautiful read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nabokov describes well the extent of fury and love that Humbert had for Lolita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among my favourite line was when Humbert Humbert asked Lolita to come back to him and she adamantly said that if she would, she would only run away, and with the same person whom she had loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"He broke my heart. You (referring to Humbert) merely broke my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShkSD-Gh5iI/AAAAAAAAADw/guQei6FNzyw/s320/1161298801_dark_rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339318692643726882" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-6585950730425412272?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6585950730425412272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=6585950730425412272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6585950730425412272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/6585950730425412272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/lolita.html' title='&quot;lolita&quot;'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShkR-ubplEI/AAAAAAAAADo/M9ob4xJ0r2c/s72-c/lolita.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-6491354026252657203</id><published>2009-05-24T03:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:31:30.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kerosene lamp for the midnight marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after such such such a lazy saturday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we went for a brisk walk to great wall of china. a chinese buffet =, contrary to your belief. &amp;amp; nothing stands to interest there so skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to hava  midnight movie marathon. LAME, you scream? yes it is. but we watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memento          === which i thought was really good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wall-e                === adorably cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seven pounds  === brings life into perspective. &amp;amp; yes, a very good movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keeping the curious case of benjamin button for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-planning to watch crazy amounts of movies during this summer. i'm not really fond of the feeling you get when everyone around you incredulously said "what?! you've never watched this movie? what era did u live in?"-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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marathon'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-2511948713508858666</id><published>2009-05-23T01:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:52:12.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping up with what should be kept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ust watched 'angels &amp;amp; demons'. beautiful movie. *will write about it more later*. &amp;amp; i have a quiet infatuation for ewan mcgregor. half expected him to pull out his lightsaber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/Sheao32FIeI/AAAAAAAAADI/tosaVLxeQMA/s320/MPW-14270.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338905910247236066" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'may be the force be with you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now i have to read 'da vinci code' and 'angels &amp;amp; demons' by dan brown.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^now i have to read about the history of Roman Catholic &amp;amp; Christianity^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^now i have to research on the beautiful monuments in Italy^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^now, i have to uuurgh read about antimatter and etc etc^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^effing yeah, now i HAVE to go Italy^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just have our usual long random chats, me hani lis, about ..... hmm .... which eventually leads to conflicts in the middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^now i have to read up about these^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love moments when i have to eat my own words. *read last post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i am a KID. i know nothing of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hate being the "errr..." and "umm..." in a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let's start changing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/6102126879703009753-2511948713508858666?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2511948713508858666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=2511948713508858666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-5330170638849887061</id><published>2009-05-22T14:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:54:48.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kaleidoscopic</title><content type='html'>i dislike it when people call me a dreamer or an idealist just for what i say or do.&lt;p&gt;if i say "everything is possible" or "when there's a will, there's a way", does that instantly mean im a idealist? i sound silly, but does it mean im a child tucked in a little crib of my own? i fear not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i may be of less experience than about 99% of the worldwide population. but who daresay that i have not seen anything in my 18 years of life? by dismissing my words, deny my 18 years of bloom. but be so a brainless twat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am just bluntly optimistic. i've seen things happen that are supposed to be impossible and yet come true. i know wishing for things do not stay in dreams only, it can also appear in reality. now, is that not realistic? when i have seen the sun-lit meadow and not the gloomy alley as you have been accustomed to? maybe i did not tread my foot on your alley, and you have not on my meadow. is my experience still invaluable compared to yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;true, you can be pessimistic at times. and whine. but isnt being optimistic lovelier? it's like a kaleidoscope of the mind. being optimistic brews beautfiul images in the mind from ordinary thoughts and sentiments. it's my choice to be optimistic but a realist. than be a depressingly pessimistic realist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShcC1ZJXB-I/AAAAAAAAADA/kyPe8GwKiAM/s400/1208860507ugT6L0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338738999577479138" /&gt;dont push off what i said as mere child's talk. yes, i may be the child in this crooked connection. but who are you to judge the worth of my words without a thought?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-5330170638849887061?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5330170638849887061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=5330170638849887061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/5330170638849887061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/5330170638849887061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaleidoscopic.html' title='kaleidoscopic'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShcC1ZJXB-I/AAAAAAAAADA/kyPe8GwKiAM/s72-c/1208860507ugT6L0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3673910730533341134</id><published>2009-05-22T04:57:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:32:23.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"kimi wa petto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You're My Pet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ3Se5_AMI/AAAAAAAAABw/RsToWzjsRQY/s400/kimiwapettoxh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338585567711920322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*An elite woman superior in height, education and career, Iwaya Sumire (played by Koyuki), has been dumped by her fiancee (who said he felt inadequate around her) and demoted from her post (for roughly rejecting her superior's sexual advance). Feeling frustrated, she went back home to find an injured teenage boy (Matsumoto Jun) in a box in front of her apartment. Iwaya dragged the box to her house and nursed the boy to health. However after the boy was well, he refused to leave the house, leaving Isaya jokingly saying "If you want to live here, you have to be my pet.", hoping he will be discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, the boy said "Okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus began the crazy life of Iwaya with her human pet, which she named Momo.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looooooove this drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One, it's the live-action drama of a very cool josei manga 'Tramps like Us' by Yayoi Ogawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ-CYaN1XI/AAAAAAAAACg/ndPzjdIq8AY/s320/kimi_wa_petto-700282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338592987671549298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ-h4pQw6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/YnrSc4DX3Wc/s320/55aee9cb442890_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338593528900535202" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two, it's so cute.... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three, there's some really heart-warming scenes (like the bath scenes, hugging pet scenes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ-T3opHsI/AAAAAAAAACw/J7FLprst2Cw/s320/pic61.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338593288111333058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four, it makes me want to have a dog. or a human pet dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ9cpOQpeI/AAAAAAAAACY/2smOC6F1cWo/s320/kimi_wa_petto_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338592339349775842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five, MATSUMOTO JUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matsumoto Jun makes every mortal girl fall for him in Gokusen, Bambino and of course, Hana Yori Dango!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ6d13NYII/AAAAAAAAACQ/RuS3tPf50gk/s400/613f66ceff7590_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338589061387739266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ what to do... im a girl ;p ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/divalign&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-3673910730533341134?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3673910730533341134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3673910730533341134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3673910730533341134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3673910730533341134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/kimi-wa-petto.html' title='&quot;kimi wa petto&quot;'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ3Se5_AMI/AAAAAAAAABw/RsToWzjsRQY/s72-c/kimiwapettoxh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3926622794874856862</id><published>2009-05-22T04:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:23:22.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"kimi ni todoke"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Karuho Shiina-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got stuck reading this. when i was a few inches from my bed. sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything that can prevent me from sleeping is, i tell you, a very big deal. tahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway this manga, also known as 'Reaching You' is such a cute cute story. it ranks with 'koukou debut' and 'lovely complex', in my opinion. not too sugary &amp;amp; annoyingly impossible, just a simple cute shoujo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*kimi ni todoke is about kuronema sawako, a quiet girl with long black hair &amp;amp; depressing appearance, who is feared by people due to scary rumours about her (not forgetting her depressing appearance). her nickname is sadako (please tell me you've heard of that name). even though she is kind and thoughtful and does not have the ability to sense ghost (as the rumours said), nobody dared to talk to her... until the popular boy kazehaya shouta befriended her.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 383px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ2mdhcNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/VKAhIoq9XMQ/s400/kimi_ni_todoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338584811426297314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-3926622794874856862?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3926622794874856862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3926622794874856862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3926622794874856862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3926622794874856862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/kimi-ni-todoke.html' title='&quot;kimi ni todoke&quot;'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShZ2mdhcNeI/AAAAAAAAABo/VKAhIoq9XMQ/s72-c/kimi_ni_todoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-351830584656399778</id><published>2009-05-22T02:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:48:37.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprived</title><content type='html'>mooooooooooou....&lt;p&gt;i was planning to have a good nite sleep. but now it's already 4.40 am &amp;amp; im still not asleep. why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos i spent one whole day watching 'kimi wa petto' staring koyuki &amp;amp; matsumoto jun (rawr!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos i got caught up reading shoujo manga 'kimi ni todoke' aka 'reaching you' by mangaka karuho shiina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;such a happy happy day for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my idea of a perfect day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;+_+&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-351830584656399778?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/351830584656399778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=351830584656399778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/351830584656399778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/351830584656399778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleep-deprived.html' title='sleep deprived'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-155288906104219151</id><published>2009-05-20T15:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:36:20.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"show me the money!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRpuI41xuI/AAAAAAAAABY/giZ1oAD0GvM/s1600-h/showmethemoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRpuI41xuI/AAAAAAAAABY/giZ1oAD0GvM/s400/showmethemoney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338007699721668322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- tom cruise for 'jerry maguire'. one of my fave movie moments.&lt;p&gt;give me my allowance! give me my allowance! give me my allowance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so tempted to call PCT &amp;amp; tell her "we're dying from swine flu. if we dont get any money, we cant pay the hospital bills... cough cough..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lots of lame jokes for a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-155288906104219151?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/155288906104219151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=155288906104219151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/155288906104219151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/155288906104219151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/show-me-moneeey.html' title='&quot;show me the money!!!&quot;'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRpuI41xuI/AAAAAAAAABY/giZ1oAD0GvM/s72-c/showmethemoney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-1027538288276026136</id><published>2009-05-20T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:43:11.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>solemnity has no gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;american idol 8 finale is dawning upon us now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adam lambert kicks ass, man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the first part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lambert sang 'mad world' with a vampiristic touch, which i thought was bloody cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;allen sang 'aint no sunshine' which was also amazing with his piano &amp;amp; sultry voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;round winner = allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the 2nd part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lambert sang 'change is gonna come'. amaaaaaaaaaazing! really, when he pulled that big voice of his, everyone dies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;allen sang 'whats going on' by marvin gaye. it's his element, &amp;amp; bak kat simon cowell 'too laidback for this stage of competition'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;round winner = 1 million percent lambert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the final part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both have to sing  a newly-composed song by kara diogardi, 'no boundaries'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the song so obviously fits only allen's vocal. (&amp;amp; even then, allen's vocal limit is too low for that song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lambert sang it pretty well, but it's just not his element bhaaa~ not fair dowh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who will win american idol &amp;amp; be in the same rank as my own david cook? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRdKaWATPI/AAAAAAAAABI/vJNTGX4p_BE/s400/ss-090514-AI-mw05.ss_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337993891792571634" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;effing hope it's adam lambert!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-1027538288276026136?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1027538288276026136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=1027538288276026136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1027538288276026136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/1027538288276026136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/solemnity-has-no-gain.html' title='solemnity has no gain'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRdKaWATPI/AAAAAAAAABI/vJNTGX4p_BE/s72-c/ss-090514-AI-mw05.ss_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-3608838468074262400</id><published>2009-05-20T03:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:47:30.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;especially texan summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm stuck here at college station. huraay huraay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i travel out of here is the day i... well, get out of texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that cheers me greatly these few days *apart from the hope that the boys will get quarantined in klia* is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-drumroll please-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ADAM LAMBERT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRFDJRwIoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D_klbOrNlbE/s400/adam-lambert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967378673181314" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lambert is one of the two finalist for the 8th season of American Idol. While the other, Kris Allen, is known for his down-to-earth, humble, (sleepy) performance, Lambert rawksss! His vocal is of the 70s rock &amp;amp; roll era, boundless range he has, &amp;amp; the flamboyance of his performance blew me off my skirt! literally~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, of course when i first saw him, my physical-judgemental brain screamed "aiseh, this mamat look so gay, sound so gay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRGk9bZFNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mc6odxoY1CA/s400/adamlambert-225x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337969059119568082" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but once i heard him singing, i was like "What?! he's gay?!! nooooo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*his controversial pics* - warning, homophobics -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShReLiQDe5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9u9AXt3wKDg/s200/adam-lambert-making-out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995010606594962" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dang it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; apparently, when asked about a female co-star he says, “I’ve gotten to kiss those lips, and although it’s not my preference,” and he pauses so the audience can chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt that cute? tahahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-3608838468074262400?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3608838468074262400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=3608838468074262400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3608838468074262400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/3608838468074262400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-sucks.html' title='summer sucks'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/ShRFDJRwIoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/D_klbOrNlbE/s72-c/adam-lambert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-4129796915976942796</id><published>2009-05-20T02:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:28:49.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly acronyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we were talking just now, alissa, hani &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn damning that i failed my physics. for my online homeworks which were below 70%, my wonderful professor has  given me a beautiful F. how am i gonna answer to my sponsor, dui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so alissa said hey, american grading's different bah.. A is Awesome, B is Best, D is Dang-it, F is Fantastic! &amp;amp; C is Ceebye. lol. &amp;amp; yeah, american grading has no E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hooray to the day i tell my sponsor i got Best &amp;amp; Fantastic grades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, we were laughing like crack again when hani said *randomly* brown offers bachelor in engineering. &amp;amp; alissa spelt the acronym, B eng, Bachelor of engineering. B E N G.  &amp;amp; i was like, B.e.n.g? Beng? hahah you come back to malaysia &amp;amp; got a beng? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tahahahah such childish joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well in tamu, u get a Bachelor of Science for engineering instead. BS. bull shit u said? well said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6102126879703009753-4129796915976942796?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4129796915976942796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=4129796915976942796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4129796915976942796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/4129796915976942796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-acronyms.html' title='silly acronyms'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6102126879703009753.post-8090622507723816656</id><published>2009-05-20T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:13:02.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"start"</title><content type='html'>my blog starts here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6102126879703009753-8090622507723816656?l=tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8090622507723816656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6102126879703009753&amp;postID=8090622507723816656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8090622507723816656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6102126879703009753/posts/default/8090622507723816656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tissuepaperbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/start.html' title='&quot;start&quot;'/><author><name>tissuepaperbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17108132081335287986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5kHdnZxQAak/SjmlKLRoSAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9mHLwYGocY0/S220/DSC01411.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
