<?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-2062556884619259267</id><updated>2011-09-07T19:26:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Box Of Crap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2132913543044077149</id><published>2010-01-04T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:10:02.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard the news that you're dead?</title><content type='html'>Have you heard the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THIS BLOG IS DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed it.&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2132913543044077149?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2132913543044077149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2132913543044077149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2132913543044077149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2132913543044077149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-heard-news-that-youre-dead.html' title='Have you heard the news that you&apos;re dead?'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-811729264936849896</id><published>2009-08-06T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:43:01.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell?</title><content type='html'>I've been away from here for forever! But thanks to the great stress I'm in cos of the three fucking exams we have on tuesday, I am here to entertain you! okay maybe not. I just want to talk to Girl at the Rock show. Where the hell have you been?! Tmr national day alr eh. better see you tmr. Eh. Blogger posting still screwed sia. wtf. I don likeeeeee. ): Stupid blogger. Ah. actually I have nothing to say. I wanted to put my drawing here but blogger is still effed up so yah. Wokay. byebye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-811729264936849896?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/811729264936849896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=811729264936849896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/811729264936849896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/811729264936849896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-hell.html' title='Where the hell?'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3421447222639030858</id><published>2009-05-08T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:55:59.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning:  Long American Idol Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok I've been holding all this in for so long (haha sounds like kena diarrhoea or something) because if i let myself blog about Idol after every performance, this whole place is gonna become some Adam shrine then Little Miss Messed Up will get annoyed with me cos she will be so jealous and besides, raving about some guy isnt the point of a shared blog.(speaking of which we havent updated in awhile cos we ponned our 1st cooking lesson and now we dont know when's the rest) BUT I CANNOT TAHAN ANYMORE! KEEPING QUIET WILL MAKE ME SWELL UP THEN BURST AND EXPLODE!!! (lol swell up. Like pregnant liddat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  ADAM.  IS.  GAY.  (OR BI)&lt;br /&gt;Why does this always happen to me?? First Gerard then Frank then Quinn then Danny then Siriano then (were there some more?) then now Adam. Dammit the 1st time I saw him plus subsequent times I thought he looks really damn manly. Pfft. And then there came these 2 great pictures of him kissing some guy, 1 in full theatre makeup glamour, the other with tongue. (omg Adam's tongue is damn nice!) jafdlkfjdslfkjdlfjlkdasj I thought Adam was perfect! He's like THE hottest guy I've ever seen in my life, he's got the sexiest voice ever, he can sing anything and make it work, he's got a sense of humor, his laugh is very cute, he's so humble and always thanks people in that sincere way that is so different from the other contestants, and then now he has to be gay!?!?! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Adam kena-ed the bottom two once&lt;br /&gt;Because some people do not vote responsibly. Stupid people who only vote for Kris' looks (which is 100times lesser compared to Adam's) and Gokey's sob story. HOW CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  ALLISON GOT TO DUET WITH ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;During rock week yeaaaaaahhhh!!! And I am so jealous! It was SO GOOD yet SO HORRIBLE and I nearly died there watching it, because their rocker voices are just AWESOME together and they look SO PERFECT up there together on that stage, like they are meant to be, and I wanted to scream, to scream in hysteria and madness and crazyness because as much as I am so happy for them, it was horrible cos it made me feel so jealous. And Kara/Paula (cant rmb who) called them "Rock God and Rock Goddess" and Paula said they're "A perfect match, a perfect MARRIAGE". MARRIAGE. MARRIAGE. MARRIAGE!!!!! SHE SAID MARRIAGE!!! And then this got me freaking cos I suddenly got this idea that, what if Adam and Allison fall in love (if he's bi and not gay.), and nevermind that she's 10years older than him cos celebs marry people much older/younger than them all the time, and then what if they have this goth wedding and live in a big goth mansion and rockout and have a bunch of cute little goth kids and then they become like the Addam's Family, geddit, the ADAM'S family??? MANNN! I think it'd be really cool! But I'd be BURSTING with jealousy, my nostrils will leak green. I mean Allison's my favourite contestant after Adam, and if they got together it'd be bloody cool and I'd be really happy for them, (like how Avril married Deryk Whitby the Sum41 guy, but even cooler) but I'd have this little nagging feeling of "AHHHHHHH! MY ADAM! WHYYYYY!" And then I'd feel so sad cos they'd be all the way in America rocking out and no one can stop them and then I'm stuck here in Singapore having one helluva time hoboing around. I guess it's kinda hard cos I actually like Allison, and if she marrys Adam I'd feel like hating her, but I can't because I'm a big fan and AHHH ITS SO HARD TO TAKE YA KNOW? Just like how when I first saw Allison I felt like hating her because she's got that cool flaming red hair and all that mixture-of-goth-and-elegance rockchick clothes and her voice is SO KILLER for such a young girl and it makes me freaking jealous but I just COULDN'T hate her cos she's so awesome. That kinda thing. And she gets to hug him like nobody's business! Ahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Adam said about Allison, "yeah she's like my little sister!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's such a thing as "inscest" D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ADAM KEEPS TOUCHING HIS DKLJFRLDKFJLDNLDFKJL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw it happen like at least 3 times okay!  First in Satisfaction then Ring Of Fire then in the duet with Allison.  In the first 2 he did it veerrrrrry discreetly, his hand sliding here sliding there near his legs then later go down there.  But in the duet IT WAS SO OBVIOUS it was like FULL-ON CROTCH GRAB omgomgomg!!!! :O  But then I wouldn't blame him, cos if I were as hot as him, I'd probably want to do that to myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  This is not Adam related, but ALLISON GOT BOOTED :(&lt;br /&gt;Even though stupid Gokey totally couldn't pull off the screaming he did at the end and he sounded like a dying strangled chickenand Allison's performance was so much better than his! Again, irresponsible voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY BETTER VOTE PROPERLY FOR THE NEXT ONE AND THE FINALS. HAVING A KRIS vs GOKEY FINALS WILL NOT BE EXCITING. AND IT REALLY WOULDNT BE FAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3421447222639030858?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3421447222639030858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3421447222639030858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3421447222639030858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3421447222639030858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-long-american-idol-rant_7860.html' title='Warning:  Long American Idol Rant'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6214761613098709127</id><published>2009-04-19T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:50:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitch up the heart</title><content type='html'>Like a stitch in my side;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes are stitches&lt;br /&gt;For the wounds that we get.&lt;br /&gt;If I wished for riches&lt;br /&gt;Would it better my bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes are itches&lt;br /&gt;That cling on so dear,&lt;br /&gt;If my heart broke to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Would that be my new fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes are glitches&lt;br /&gt;That come with the ride&lt;br /&gt;If I wished for you&lt;br /&gt;Would you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Think hard, long and far&lt;br /&gt;If it came true, I'd relish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't,&lt;br /&gt;At least,&lt;br /&gt;I came this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6214761613098709127?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6214761613098709127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6214761613098709127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6214761613098709127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6214761613098709127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/stitch-up-heart.html' title='Stitch up the heart'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7222468746464466138</id><published>2009-04-15T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:33:54.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SeXF8mhEXuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A7W4l4MTiRk/s1600-h/emopoemttm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SeXF8mhEXuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A7W4l4MTiRk/s400/emopoemttm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324879779357548258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7222468746464466138?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7222468746464466138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7222468746464466138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7222468746464466138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7222468746464466138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/hit-play.html' title='Hit Play'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SeXF8mhEXuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A7W4l4MTiRk/s72-c/emopoemttm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8827875331817254137</id><published>2009-04-09T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:51:21.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red And Black Emotions Of How I Love You To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another thing I wrote! This one is the best I've written so far. You may or may not be disturbed, it's a little bit morbid. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Metal ribbons from your bouquet of black roses shred my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Shred my fingers to ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Bloodied flesh ribbons stroking metal ribbons&lt;br /&gt;A glowing bundle of flowing steel&lt;br /&gt;A growing puddle of flowing blood&lt;br /&gt;Just like our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Mine, red-rushing&lt;br /&gt;Yours, cold, black, and hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;Red and black, my favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;Swirling in you, swirling in me&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally scrawled on the wall, in dripping red words&lt;br /&gt;Your declarations of love&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally sprawled on the floor, blackout, total knockout&lt;br /&gt;A lockdown of consiousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Sharp edges from the words you carelessly spit out pierce my soul&lt;br /&gt;Pierce my soul to a hole&lt;br /&gt;The whole of you piercing the whole of me&lt;br /&gt;A glowing wall of burning fire&lt;br /&gt;A growing toll of burning pain&lt;br /&gt;We pull apart&lt;br /&gt;You, red-flaming&lt;br /&gt;Me, whimpering in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;Red and black, my favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;Surging through you, surging through me&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally scrawled on the wall, in screechy black scratches&lt;br /&gt;Your lamentations about life&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally sprawled on the floor, knocked down, pushed around&lt;br /&gt;Pooling red on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be your dead sugar than not be with you at all&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what it means to love someone to death&lt;br /&gt;So come to me now, come take my breath&lt;br /&gt;Stroke me with a knife, come take my whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat choruses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what it means to love someone to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IS THIS AWESOME OR WHAT! I think how I played around with the words was damn smart, even though I say so myself. It's about this girl who won't leave her boyfriend even though he's abusive and stuff because she just loves him too much and she'd die for him because she literally loves him to death. HELL YEAH GOTHIC ROMANCE! (We're learning about that in Lit now. But I still don't see how Frankenstein is Goth or even Romantic) By the way I'm not writing from personal experience. I wouldn't be so stupid to get an abusive boyfriend in the first place!-_- I didn't even intend to write something about this and I totally surprised myself :) But don't ask me about the tune, I also don't know. Yet. I've gotta thank Chem lessons for this though cos the metal ribbons thing, I got from those Magnesium strips we were using for prac lessons, and that's what started the whole thing. And the dead sugar part, it came about because the teacher was talking about sugar decomposing and people were all like "omg eew!", being the stupid immature overreactive shits they are, and she said "Don't think decomposing is only about corpses and things dying okay, because it's not" then the phrase "dead sugar" popped up in my head. WHOO and I managed to do this in about 2 weeks only. Would someone please come and hire me?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8827875331817254137?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8827875331817254137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8827875331817254137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8827875331817254137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8827875331817254137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-and-black-emotions-of-how-i-love_09.html' title='Red And Black Emotions Of How I Love You To Death'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1252385697521949081</id><published>2009-04-09T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:29:49.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking 104</title><content type='html'>I got my grade 8 piano exam results.  And I got a fucking 104.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I passed by just 4 fucking marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.  THE.  FUCK.?  I'm damn pissed!  My mum told me the news and I started crying for 1 whole hour then after that I cried myself to sleep.  At first I was aiming for a Distinction because for grade 5 I got 125 and grade 6 I got 127 and I wanted to improve my shitty scales by those little 3 marks to get at least a 130.  (Didn't take grade 7)  Walaoeh this is like way low!  It's not even a Merit.  Once I finished my exam I knew I couldn't get a Distinction already but I thought I'd be able to at least scrape a Merit.  And I get a bloody 104???  Do you know how ugly that cert looks?  All my other certs say "This is to certify that The Girl At The Rock Show was examined in Grade whatever Piano and passed WITH MERIT in whatever year"  and now that Merit is gone and it's just "....passed in 2009".  That's it.  It looks so ugly and incomplete sitting on my piano like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the paper with the examiner's comments is damn ugly also!  The 104 at the corner there is so ugly and tainting.  I freaking failed my C list song by 1 mark and just passed my A list song, and for the B list one I got only 23 when I expected to get at least a 25.  How could I fail that song??  I've never failed a song before and in fact I used to get all high 20s for my pieces and there's once I got a 29 which is 1 short of fullmarks.  And I only passed my scales by 1 and I'm so fucked off because I put in so much effort into the scales and I totally made no mistakes, except one where I mistook what the examiner was saying cos of his Brit accent and played the wrong scale.  But apparently my best wasn't good enough because I played TOO SLOWLY wtf.  Sight reading was okay.  Screwed aural.  Couldn't hear the fucking bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and tell me shit like "At least you passed right" and "Alot of people fail grade 8 on their first try what..." SO WHAT if I passed??  You actually go for a piano exam with the intention of actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt; the damn thing, so passing should be expected and not come as a surprise like "Oh hey I scaped a pass by a little bit, wow this is so great!", I mean why the hell do you even go if you know you're gonna fail??  I'm making such a fuss because piano is one of the few things I REALLY truly care about, and hell yeah it matters to me.  It matters to me a whole fuckload. Why do you think I don't give a shit whether I fail my school exams or get a 4.0 but sit around and cry about this?  You probably don't understand at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it ironic how I got damn good for most of my exams but got some shit mark for piano?  Really it should be the other way round since I don't even care about my schoolwork.  (Funny how I didn't study much and got higher than the RA people ahahaha losers!)  I think it's cos now I don't practice on Guitar days where I come home late and I just do my work instead.  I guess it's always the case of "something's got to give", and next time it's not gonna be my piano results.  Now I'll probably be brushing up on my skills abit more then I'll prepare for the teachers Diploma.  I plan to take it by the time I'm 19. :)  But I'm still pissed &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1252385697521949081?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1252385697521949081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1252385697521949081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1252385697521949081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1252385697521949081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/fucking-104.html' title='Fucking 104'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8699216603118570453</id><published>2009-04-03T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:36:35.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whooo we're a bunch of miniature guitar-playing soonkuehs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't blogged in ages again...nothing to blog about luh now we both different class then never do anything spastic together. :( Nevermind at least our cooking/*puke*makeup/*puke*some-other-yuck-thing-which-i-forgot classes are all on the same day!  Uh which is, when?  I don't know she also don't know o_O  See lah that's what happens when 2 blur/cannot-care-less-about-that-kind-of-crap people signup for something together.  Hmm my vocab must be disappearing cos I keep using those long-hyphenated-string-of-words to describe things.  Bah who cares I'm sick of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last week we had guitar full dress rehearsal, and the makeup was damn disgusting I tell you!  I kinda sabo-ed Abi to go first so she was the guinea pig and she ended up having round concentrated red cheeks and a big clown mouth ahahaha damn funny!  Too bad I couldn't sneakily use my phone to take a pic cos guitar is full of prefects.  She ended up looking like some prostitute, I bet if she went to Geylang like that she would have gotten at least 5 offers in half an hour :P  Mine didn't go quite well though, Anna somehow managed to get lipstick on my teeth and cheek and eyeshadow on my nose. o_O Then my mum's foundation powder was wayyyyy too white for me cos she's a Chinese and I'm only half of one, so it didn't really work, so I used Abi's but somehow that made me look very white too which was weird since it worked fine on her and she's darker than me by abit.  This kind of makeup is so not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the eyeshadow was fucking green!!  Bloody bright fucking ugly green!  And some soonkueh instructed them to put it like really really thick on us, just like the blusher which made us look like a bunch of people who just got bitchslapped.  Not to mention the disgusting bright slut red lipstick.  Seriously man.  And hair is standardised too, everyone must tie one ponytail, SO BORING.  Then I cannot tie my trademark 2 ponytails then in photos I will look botak!!  Where is the creativity man??  Lastime we didn't even have to tie our hair and we could wear dangly earrings.  Who performs in a freaking ponytail???  Talk about unglam.  Plus we have to tie a white and green ribbon there urgh disgusting and the shade of green dosent even match the green on our jackets and it's so small so who's gonna see it??  And guess who's brilliant idea it all was?  We all ended up looking like her lah wtf.  And she gave the lame excuse of  "your costume's green".  So??  Our costume's black and white too!  Why can't we have like silver eyeshadow or something decently okay??  Walou I heard somewhere that Angklung is doing the smoky eyes thing with eyeliner and stuff?  Lucky for Little Miss Messed Up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn I'm chao worried for SYF, I'm scared we won't even be able to scrape a Gold, much less with Honours.  I'm trying to be positive but seriously lah our standard is like dunnowhat, there's no consistency at all and then some people still keep forgetting the dynamics even though we've reminded them a million times and I told them to put markings on their scores if they're prone to forget but we don't seem to be progressing.  And we've been working on the dynamics and expressions since ages okay I don't know how some people can't remember.  And even simple things like rests where you have to mute the guitar, it's like one of the most fundamental stuff in music note reading, but sometimes people still can forget them in the Mozart song, so when there's supposed to be a nice total silence, there are some weird niao niao niao sounds in some corner.  I'm not blaming people, it's the ensemble's effort as a whole, but mannn we are like abit not progressing lor.  We need the consistency in our playing and I don't know how to help, I think we need more passion because some people really aint serious about the whole thing.  During the rehearsal the timing and co-ordination was totally OFF like dono what shit I think it was one of the worst practices ever it was so depressing and ___ was emoing all the way then I dont know what to say to her when she gets like that cos I'm bad around sad people cos I myself rarely become sad then I'm scared I'll say the wrong thing then I couldn't sleep that night you know cos her emoing made me feel so bad for her even though how we play is really not her fault but I think she blames herself anyway.  Ugh and it dosent help that Trio isnt a very good song choice.  Why can't we play something like the Queen Of Sheba or something, we're damn good at that!  Buh...I hope it's going well at Little Miss Messed Up's side and she'll get Honours, and hopefully by some miracle we'll get Honours too and not screw stuff.  :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8699216603118570453?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8699216603118570453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8699216603118570453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8699216603118570453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8699216603118570453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/04/whooo-were-bunch-of-miniature-guitar.html' title='whooo we&apos;re a bunch of miniature guitar-playing soonkuehs'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6733912119389679101</id><published>2009-03-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:44:18.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a title for this song yet</title><content type='html'>I wrote another song/poem!  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;The one who's standing in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;As you slowly walk away&lt;br /&gt;I call out&lt;br /&gt;To you but you don't even bother&lt;br /&gt;To turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hear the words I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So go away&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here all alone in the cold dark world&lt;br /&gt;With nobody else but me and myself&lt;br /&gt;And the ghost of who&lt;br /&gt;I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Silently haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;The one who's battered, bruised and broken&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly okay&lt;br /&gt;I say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know what's going&lt;br /&gt;On inside&lt;br /&gt;What I am going through today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chorus comes again after that I suppose.  But it's gonna look retarded if I type it out again don't you tink -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I put it as "this is me the GIRL who's standing in the corner" but that I changed it to "the ONE who's standing in the corner", that way it works for guys too.  Cos I really hate it when songs are like only for the guy to sing then when I sing it I will sound damn lesbian and I'll feel so stupid.  See I'm so kind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's really simple, even quite cliche right.  The verses are, at least.  But it all came out so fast (okay this sounds like I had diarrhoea or something o_O) it was like ZOOOOM then the whole thing was on my paper just like that and it all fit perfectly and I really didn't want to change it cos it was like so perfect and I thought it should be left untouched.  I love the chorus though, cos it's a common phrase I use all the time.  But I figure the whole thing will last only about 1 plus minute.  It needs a bridge!  Or could put a solo in somewhere.  Though this doesn't look like the kind of thing that would have a solo, in my opinion the lyrics calls for something slow and uh strummy?  Like you know guitar stumming.  And who am I kidding, solos are crazy hard, and I don't even have a band -_- MINAH GO LEARN DRUMS LAH YOU! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so irritated I can't think up of a title and it feels so incomplete :( And NO I am not gonna name it Untitled cos there are enough of those around.  Kinda have a sort of tune for the lyrics though.  Which is a start, if you compare that to all my other tuneless "songs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeh you know if I didn't have to preoccupy myself with useless homework and other stuff that I'm probably not gonna apply to my life in the future, I would probably be able to churn out loads of lyrics...Like afew days ago I was just stoning and thinking about stuff in general (NO nothing sick okay!) and I managed to come up with a whole bunch of stuff,  now I just need to add more and put it in nicer phrases and arrangements and tada!  Yeah like when will I ever get the time.  I predict it will take me months.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Messed Up go learn drums go learn drums go learn drums go learn drums go learn drums go learn drumssssssssssssssssss!  Then you can change your name to Little Miss Drummed Up!   Okay you know what for some reason that sounds sick.  Like you've just gotten...okay nevermind I shall leave it at that XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6733912119389679101?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6733912119389679101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6733912119389679101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6733912119389679101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6733912119389679101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-have-title-for-this-song-yet.html' title='I don&apos;t have a title for this song yet'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1895069544881038258</id><published>2009-03-09T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:58:18.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you're a Minah ah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh no!  Look what my favourite minah wrote about me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna reBUTT you!  Anyway I don't know why we all keep talking about this, since you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; a minah and why don't we just accept it and move on (oh no that sounds like some gay breakup), because you are minah and you are minah and you are minah and so YOU ARE LIDDAT LOR :P  Don't think that just because you've given me a nice Adam pic-spam I'll let you off that easily! XD  Omg thanks for that, it's so awesome, he's so awesome! (And so are you but you're still a minah so too bad.  Mwahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Rebuttal points!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fineee I zhng.  But it's just bling!  What's wrong with bling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Someone said my PINK BLING SHOES were nice...who was that again?...Oh!  It was you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't have alot of pink and purple clothes!  I only have 2 purple and 3 pink!  And how are those "ahlian colours" anyway,  I thought ahlian colours are like damn obiang things like orange or yellow.  Which I hate.  And Danny Noriega loves purple too!  Mannn I love Danny...okay let's get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I look damn fugly without a fringe, especially when I tie my hair, have you seen??  No, you don't want to see.  Trust me.  And mine isnt weird and choppy like theirs.  And they do that weird currypuff thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  How many minah pictures of you do I have?  Do you really want me to count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6.  Okay your point #15 is just..........................&lt;wbr&gt;.......!  And what's that gotta do with anything anyway??  Just want to sabo and malu me right -__-  Besides I never called him that!  Do you know what Lao Gong means?  It means HUSBAND.  That's just eew and I would never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I admit to liking shiney stuff.  And the neoprint machine.  Grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you a Minah?&lt;br /&gt;1.  You have who knows how many mat jackets.  (EH how can someone have so many??  Not fair I WANT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fat white mat specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Minah shoes!  Those half-flats-half-shoes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Minah hair in a super super high ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mats go after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You go after mats.  Don't deny it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You love skinnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end off with a song!  It's sung to the tune of that 10 Little Indian Boys song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 little 2 little 3 mini minahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4 little 5 little 6 mini minahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 7 little 8 little 9 mini minahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 10 Little Miss Messed Ups!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1895069544881038258?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1895069544881038258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1895069544881038258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1895069544881038258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1895069544881038258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-youre-minah-ah.html' title='Why you&apos;re a Minah ah!'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4355472726441342667</id><published>2009-02-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:31:31.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's Birthday todaaaaay</title><content type='html'>This is for a certain Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;on the 2nd of March 2009&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He says "I'm your number 1. Will you be mine?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkh7haeyI/AAAAAAAAANM/JMoeK85NkrI/s1600-h/RachelsFav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkh7haeyI/AAAAAAAAANM/JMoeK85NkrI/s400/RachelsFav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884169909140258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkOhVSqnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tdxk8o9LoTo/s1600-h/adamlambert-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkOhVSqnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tdxk8o9LoTo/s400/adamlambert-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883836461460082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thinking of you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkh_5-Y3I/AAAAAAAAANE/-x9dy9Glacw/s1600-h/Adam+Lambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkh_5-Y3I/AAAAAAAAANE/-x9dy9Glacw/s400/Adam+Lambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884171085898610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's him alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkhKaSyAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QzuVstp0af8/s1600-h/Adam+Lambert01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkhKaSyAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QzuVstp0af8/s400/Adam+Lambert01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884156725938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkg0wDTHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/71JNjF1xvrU/s1600-h/adamlambert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkg0wDTHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/71JNjF1xvrU/s400/adamlambert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307884150911618162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I personally think his hair is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkOYcJFJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H3Loh3zwIy8/s1600-h/1344623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkOYcJFJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H3Loh3zwIy8/s400/1344623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883834074272914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm coming for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkN2lW9HI/AAAAAAAAAMc/krC3pwB3HoY/s1600-h/340xAdam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkN2lW9HI/AAAAAAAAAMc/krC3pwB3HoY/s400/340xAdam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883824986125426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just retarded hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkN1ax-2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0HhwUZRyBkI/s1600-h/adamlambert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkN1ax-2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0HhwUZRyBkI/s400/adamlambert1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883824673323874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This next pic just reeks of&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm hot. Don't you think so too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkNVCHOTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Kithv2gJ9mE/s1600-h/adaaaaam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SalkNVCHOTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Kithv2gJ9mE/s400/adaaaaam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307883815979923762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Happy Birthday Girl at The Rock Show"&lt;br /&gt;I'll win American Idol for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said what and I told her that I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hahaha whattheshit he's so sweet. say awwwww]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4355472726441342667?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4355472726441342667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4355472726441342667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4355472726441342667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4355472726441342667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/02/someones-birthday-todaaaaay.html' title='Someone&apos;s Birthday todaaaaay'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/Salkh7haeyI/AAAAAAAAANM/JMoeK85NkrI/s72-c/RachelsFav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3368702605333791907</id><published>2009-02-21T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:09:00.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you're a Ah Lian ah!</title><content type='html'>Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;This blog is not dead&lt;br /&gt;it shall be revived! O: *gasps for air*&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So me and GirlatTheRockShow have been arguing about me being a Minah and her being an Ah Lian! (Minah is just malay version of Ah Lian btw). We decided FIIINE I'LL DO A POST ABOUT WHY YOU SO AH LIAN. Actually it's basically COS YOU LIKE THAT LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You zhng your phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Want to zhng your specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Want to zhng MY specs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Want to zhng MY watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You wear a PINK, and white, striped, Diamante-studded Watch to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have alot of PINK and PURPLE Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a purple SKIRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have some PINKY shoes with BLING-ish STARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You cannot survive without fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have a SHINY BAG (Gah same bag, plan may backfire o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You like PINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You have PINK Specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You take AH LIAN PHOTOS AT TIMES (like your neoprints some like ah lian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You LOVE the Neoprint Machine O: (although neoprints cos a fortune and aren't exactly big or nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You had a BOYF HAHA (Lao Gong ewww but you not that bad/teruk la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalaladumdeeeedaa *skips away to think of more reasons*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3368702605333791907?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3368702605333791907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3368702605333791907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3368702605333791907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3368702605333791907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-youre-ah-lian-ah.html' title='Why you&apos;re a Ah Lian ah!'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6549810374230122172</id><published>2009-01-04T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:02:12.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Soonkueh Christmas</title><content type='html'>After some exco meeting today, Soonkueh gave us our Christmas present. Which was the shitty piece of news that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) OSJ won't be in charge of guitar anymore, don't know what ulu CCA she's going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The nice new Ms Tan person who just joined in the middle of the year is getting shipped off to BAND. What the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Some new Mr Larry dude will be the other teacher IC. Apparently he teaches philo, so there may be a high danger of him being borring. And fat. And always wears brown. I don't know, the name Larry makes all this come to mind :P But he better be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Yeah and since those 2 nice teachers have left guitar, GUESS WHO'S LEFT EH?? The one and only, SOON. KUEH. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! $#&amp;amp;#*$&amp;amp;(#&amp;amp;#(*&amp;amp;#(#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next year is SYF year some more, how to survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today during the exco meeting she kept going on and on about discipline blah blah blah and how we are all untidy little shits. And she says our costume's jacket sleeves shouldn't be folded up cos it looks like "auntie going to the market". If I'm not wrong OSJ was the one who told us to do that! Cos the idiot tailor go and sew the sleeve holes so small, how to button you tell me? So we fold it to make it look nicer. Only people as anno looking as Soonkueh will be able to button up the thing and not get a blue wrist. So now she wants us to go and attach an elastic so that the sleeve can stretch across our wrists and like how the hell are we supposed to do that?? Now we're gonna get elastic band marks on ourselves and people will think we've been trying to self-harm, whoopee! And let's add in the fact that SHE had her jacket sleeves folded up aaaaall the way up to her pointy sharp elbows while she was talking to us. Who's the auntie now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK HER! I WANNA SHOW OFF MY POSTER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287700851450982770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjZZxH8YpI/SWGv6LFEMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/72P-v7fj8B8/s320/guitarposter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? It's for CCA orientation. I drew the whole damn thing and painstakingly colour penciled it, cos I don't know how to use photoshop and all those other cheem image editing stuff. The censored parts are the school's name and something else that can give away the school's name, I don't wanna put it here. Haha I drew the girl with 2 ponytails obviously for a reason. I mean I can't put my big name all over to claim credit right? So must do it discreetly :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6549810374230122172?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6549810374230122172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6549810374230122172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6549810374230122172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6549810374230122172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-soonkueh-christmas.html' title='A Happy Soonkueh Christmas'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-HjZZxH8YpI/SWGv6LFEMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/72P-v7fj8B8/s72-c/guitarposter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5573296037373569416</id><published>2008-12-30T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:18:15.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky Chicken Feet</title><content type='html'>While walking to SAFRA for a swim I encountered a chicken foot on the floor. And I think it might have been a bad omen, not that I believe in any omen shit, but that's how it seemed. It was jus one lone chicken foot, all raw bloody and pink, in the middle of the floor. And after that, things kinda went downhill for me. Too bad I didn't bring my phone then or I could have put the nice picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after seeing the chicken foot I happened to decide to adjust my bra. Some auntie saw and glared at me. Then not long after I felt something tickly on my leg. I brushed whatever it was away with my hand, only to have it crawl there and reveal itself as a big fat fire ant. Then while I was walking through the park (only it's more like a forest/woods with various paths that bring you to the same place and a playground at each end) some weird liquid dripped on my hair. I hope it was leftover dew from the trees' leaves and not monkey piss. The funny thing is,I was thinking, man, jus add a cheekopek to this list of unlucky stuff and that would complete it. And some minutes later some cheekopek came round on his bicycle and happily and possilby hornily greeted me as he went past. What's WITH these bicycle cheekopeks anyway? 2nd time already -__- I bet they love bicycles cos they can masturbate on the seat while riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the pool the sun was shining the sky was blue the lifeguard on duty happened to be young and hot and everything looked nice and rosy. Man was I wrong. Another unlucky thing. Alas, at the side of the pool was a group of about 5 FATTIES BASKING IN THE SUNLIGHT AND BLOCKING ONCOMING SWIMMERS. They were all trying to teach themselves how to float. (Which was rather simple cos fat people float more easily right) Fatties blocking your way is bad enough. FLOATING fatties blocking your way is just plain evil. Then some were happily floating backwards, not caring if they were about to bump into any unsuspecting people who were ACTUALLY SWIMMING and not jus bumming around. Seriously man. After I swam 4 laps, they progressed from trying to float to trying to sink. (Which was also rather simple cos fat people are heavier and can sink more easily right) What did they even go to the pool for if they weren't gonna swim? I bet it's cos they wanted to feel a sense of accomplishment cos they're all rounded (see the pun?) in water tricks but lousy at running or any other sport. They are good at floating, yet they are good at sinking too! Wow I wish I was talented as that, no matter how much I try, I just can't sink! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was a weekday cos the SAFRA pool isn't very full then. Weekends it's like hell okay wherever you swim there's some slow fatass blocking you and you can't swim fast even if you want to cos they're in your way. And it dosen't help that nearly half the pool is cordoned off for those taking lessons. I especially hate it when those people swimming freestyle don't bother taking a look at their surroundings once in awhile, then they bang into you. And those breaststroke people seem like they're gonna stroke your breasts when they outstretch their arms cos it's so damn crowded/they take up so damn much space. NOW i know why it's called breaststroke. :O And then many times I accidentaly kicked some people, and once this guy told me "Ouch! That was a very hard kick!" (Like who ask you to swim so close?? ORH BI QUEK.) I didn't know which part of his anatomy I kicked, though I think I had a good idea, and after that my foot felt reeeeaaally dirty. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna say something that will insult alot of fat people. Sorry to those nice fat people who mind their own business, and my nice fat friends, not that I have many of those (maybe 1 or 2). Don't read this. But if you're an irritating fat ass who couldn't care less about people around you, then this is especially for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think, there should be a separate pool just for fat people. So that they can all be slow together and not annoy people who are actually swimming. Only that this pool won't have water, it will be a pool of fats. Maybe we could get surgeons to donate the fat taken out from people's liposuction appointments, since no one needs it. (Though some people may use it to fry their food, I don't know.) So they will know how it feels like to swim in a tub of lard. And then since fats are hard to swim through they will have to use a damn lot of effort, and they will burn more calories! Then when they finally slim down they can be allowed to go back to the normal pool :D HATE FAT PEOPLE WHO ANYHOW BLOCK MY WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about fat people, there's something else I encountered at the pool. These 2 fathers brought their sons for a swim, (I really hope they weren't a gay couple.) and while I was resting I kinda overheard their conversation. Okay more like accidentaly on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of the boys, who was about 9 years old, was asking his dad, "What's a marathon?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "It's like a race where you swim a few km without stopping"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Wah a few km. I can't swim that much without stopping"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Yeah lah you! Why you can't even swim a few km?? Haiya..!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "At least better than those people who cannot even swim what"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Why you can't swim properly??"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Eh Daddy look at me I can stand in the water by myself! See!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "What's so great about standing in the water by youself? Big deal lah.."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Daddy see!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Aiyah what's so good about that you tell me? Aiyah you can't swim lah.."&lt;br /&gt;Other Dad: "At least your dad can, hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Other Dad: "Hahahahahahahahahaha......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad proceeds to tell the Other Dad how "useless" his son is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "IDIOT! You loser! Idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ehh cannot like that ah..."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Then why YOU not swimming?" (Dad and Other Dad were happily sitting at the edge of the pool while Boy was in water. Other Dad's sons were swimming somewhere.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Aiyah...I'm relaxing what..."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "WHY YOU NOT SWIMMING??"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Aiyah...I'm appreciating the sound system!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "IDIOT..."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Eh...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT lah the sound system also not so good. It's just two big fat speakers situated near the lifeguard place. And the songs also not so nice. And it comes out all mumbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy proceeds to swim out to the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Eh come back! You can't swim there! You're not a good swimmer yet!"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "IDIOT!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Cannot cannot. You don't know how to swim properly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Idiot! Stupid! You loser! Idiot! ......" etc etc. When I saw them going off he was still saying all that. Way to go, kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell lah that guy's dad is a fucking bastard! He totally deserved all the insults from his son. First he tells his son off for not being able to swim properly, then when his son tries to swim he tells him off again! So how's he supposed to learn if you keep putting him down and preventing him from swimming?! At least teach him how to swim lah! Or don't tell me the Dad dosen't even know how to. I bet he dosent, judging by what a fucking loser/idiot he is. His son really summed it up, there can't be any other words for him except LOSER, IDIOT, and STUPID. (Other than FUCKING BASTARD) That Dad should win the award of LOUSIEST DAD IN SINGAPORE. (I was about to type LOUSIEST DAD IN THE WORLD but then I remembered those Monster Dad people who locked their daughters up in a dungeon and raped them and made them pregnant repeatedly. YOU'RE FUCKING BASTARDS TOO!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5573296037373569416?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5573296037373569416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5573296037373569416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5573296037373569416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5573296037373569416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/unlucky-chicken-feet.html' title='Unlucky Chicken Feet'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3839378967546248402</id><published>2008-12-17T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:05:11.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Tranny Mess</title><content type='html'>YEAH CHRISTIAN SIRIANO!  (Or Ferocia Coutura, if you want to call him by his WWE stage name)  He owns man!  Totally FIERCE.  In case you're wondering who he is, he's that gay dude from Project Runway with the crazy wild hair that goes to one side and the big nerdy black rectangular glasses.  His favourite word is FIERCE.  And he won!  I hope you know what Project Runway is.  Crystal doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'd wear what he makes cos it's too elaborate and ruffly for me, but seriously who can make clothes like that? It's not easy man, trust me I've sewn stuff on my plain tshirts and it takes ages and your fingers will be cramped like your great grandma's joints after that.  (But it's worth it cos you get your own designs)  Dresses from scratch would be difficult enough to make your whole hand shrivel up and die.  And he's only 21.  That is pure TALENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I like him, it's not just his talent, cos the other contestants have talent too.  I mean Rami's clothes are cool too and way more wearable.  But there's something about Siriano, I don't know.  (I rather call him by his surname, if not later people think I'm talking about some holy thing.  What's the deal with naming someone after a religion anyway?  It's the same as naming yourself Buddhist or Hindu or Taoist(sp?) or Jewish or Muslim or Jehovah's Witnessist.  Or how bout the sub-dominations of Christian?  Like Catholic or Anglican or Presbyterian or whatever else there is, I also don't know already got so many.  I think it's ridiculous!  Like "Hi, my name is Catholic Tan!")  Okay anyway back to Siriano.  I suspect I like him so much cos he's gay and all his actions and the way he jumps around all the time is so cute!  And because the way he talks and stuff is EXACTLY like Danny, though slightly more extreme.  And he's short and tiny like me! :) Everyone is like 1 head taller than him, even the girls.  Though I guess he'd be normal or maybe just slightly below normal in Singaporean standards, cos he's an angmoh and angmoh's are all so tall, and the girls in the show are mostly models, who have to be really tall anyway.  My mum says he's lucky he's so tiny since he loves jumping around, cos wouldn't it be weird if you see a big fat lumpy dude acting like him?  Not cute.  Earthquakes would happen all the time within a 5metre vicinity of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird, the first time I saw him I was like OMG YUCK THE HAIR THE SPECS THE DUCKVOICE EEW but the more I watched him the more I wanted to and then I found him quite cute, even though he is actually quite ugly.  But I saw one of his teenage photos, he didn't have his specs and his hair was normal, it was quite nice.  Why can't he take off his specs urrrgh I want to see how he'd look like. (Danny is waaaaay cuter though)  You know how sometimes you see someone/something and you "can't stop looking at them even though you don't want to"?  Nah, you probably don't, but that's how it's like when I saw Siriano.  It's like some kind of "guilty pleasure" D:(To quote Sharon Osborne or how do you spell her surname on some slutty looking America's Got Talent twins.) Eh just like how Azura grew to like Danny.  Or maybe she always liked him but was too malu to admit!  At first she didn't like him but I kept forcing her to watch Danny vids with me during com studs lessons, then one day we were stoning in class with nothing to do, and she suddenly said "I know!  Let's watch the Tainted Love video!" hoping I wouldn't think anything of it.  But unfortunately I did, because she never wanted to watch it before, and obviously something was up.  Then I got her to admit she likes Danny,  HAH!  ;D I totally influenced her like crazy this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's with me and gay guys D: (Celebs only, I don't know real ones)  I even manage to like them before I find out they're gay.  Like Gerard and Frank and Quinn Allman.  Okay wait Gerard and Frank are bi.  They're married.  (To women lah idiot, not to each other -_-) But still they did gay around with each other.  But you gotta face it gay guys are so freaking cute!  I think it would be so cool if I had a gay bf, then I can go shopping without him complaining and he can actually give me fashion advice and I could borrow his clothes.  If they fit.  Which they probably wouldn't anyway but still.  And gay guys aren't afraid to cry in front of you, they don't have that "Oh I'm manly and macho and I cannot cry, if not then I'm a sissy.  I'll just say there's something in my eye" kind of mentality.  It's not fair lor! :(  Oh yeah this reminds me of something me and maria and ZR saw at Bugis.  I'm not sure if I blogged about it before.  This old teenager/young woman was out with her boyfriend, and she was looking at all the little trinkets in the pushcarts outside Bugis Junction.  And she was going crazy looking at things, cos who wouldn't at Bugis?  I love Bugis :D  And ZR is scared of the alley place ahahaha.  Anyway she (the old teenager/young woman.  Not ZR!) kept saying to him "Oh look at this!"  "Isn't this nice?"  "Eh I like this, what do you think?"  and each time, all she got in reply was a variety of grunts and incomprehensible sounds.  "Nnnhhh." "Hnnmmmhh" "Buhhhhh" "Harrhhhh".  So bad of him lor!  This kind of boyfriend shouldn't be tolerated!  And also the type that carries his girlfriend's handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I feel like abit of a hypocrite cos even though I love gay guys, I totally CANNOT stand lesbians.  Like Leslie the Lesbo last year.  (not her real name of course, I just changed her name to match the situation and create a pun).  Man that was scary.  Or like if I see them making out I'd be like EEEWWWWW GET A ROOM.  Well l'd have that reaction too if I saw a straight couple making out, if they are getting abit too crazy about it.  But if I see a bunch of lesbians doing that I'd be more disgusted.  And if I see a lesbiany looking girl I'd be wondering what the hell is wrong with her and why she even wants to be like that.  Shiiiit I am a fucking hyporcirte D: But then if a friend of mine suddenly confesses she's lesbian I wouldn't freak.  I guess cos the person would alredy be my friend and I would already have accepted her, and being lesbian wouldn't change anyting.  Well, so long as she respects the fact that I'm straight and dosen't come after me lah.  And I don't mind those who are super funny and cool, like that talkshow Ellen, or that Julianna person from Xiaxue's BFF thing.  Hmm I guess I'd be okay with those that have interesting characterse and don't disturb me.  It's just the IJ lesbian type that freaks me out.  Fine not all IJs are lesbians.  Many of them are also bimbos and etc.  Okay okay fine not ALL IJs are like that, I know a rare number that aren't.  Most of them are though.  Seriously I've encountered millions in church, I'm so glad I wasn't sent to some convent school.  But you know what I mean right, the twitty lian lesbo type?  I'm sure you've seen them before at some point of your life or another.  Aiyah don't know how to say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had this sudden thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a girl and you like guys, you're straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy and you like girls, you're straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a girl and you like both guys and girls, you're bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a guy and you like both girls and guys, you're bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a girl and you like girls, you're lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what if you're a girl and you like straight guys as well as gay guys even though you already know they're gay?  You'd be wanting what you are supposed to have, and what you CAN'T have.  So what does that make you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A TOTAL SEX MANIAC...!! (?)          x_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3839378967546248402?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3839378967546248402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3839378967546248402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3839378967546248402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3839378967546248402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-tranny-mess.html' title='Hot Tranny Mess'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5266652303805867405</id><published>2008-12-15T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:00:38.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Gross</title><content type='html'>Waterhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i315.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid315.photobucket.com/albums/ll462/sab_wayye/merepekstuff/Waterhand.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Waterhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i315.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid315.photobucket.com/albums/ll462/sab_wayye/merepekstuff/RedWaterhand.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5266652303805867405?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5266652303805867405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5266652303805867405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5266652303805867405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5266652303805867405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-gross.html' title='Damn Gross'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1036640144264819953</id><published>2008-11-28T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:21:09.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Great Portraiting Skills</title><content type='html'>It's the hols now, the glorious time where you get to play to your heart's content, go out with your friends, hang out at the arcade all day without the staff questioning you about truancy, zhng your nails with shiny stickers, not have any restrictions regarding your hairstyle, put on 24 sparkly tattoos without any bookings, make use of your double piercings as you please, and whatever else that you get to do on non-school days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT you are not happy. No, instead of running around like the carefree child that you're supposed to be, you are glum and moody, sitting alone in the dusty cobwebby corner of your room, depressed. You feel empty, you know that something is currently missing from your life. But what? You struggle with your brainwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, BAM! You realise, it's the teachers. Yes, the teachers, who have been there to guide you every step of the way, some of which are like friends to you. (AND SOME OF WHICH HAVE HELPED YOU FAIL YOUR DAMN MATHS 2 TIMES!!) And you long for your wonderful teachers, but that's not ever gonna work, cos you're not gonna see them, until maybe next year, which right now seems like a freaking eternity. And you are about to break down and wildly convulse on the floor in agony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's where I come in!&lt;/strong&gt; YAY ME! *clap clap clap* cos I have some pretty teacher-portraits for you! Gladly drawn by myself and a few classmates, somewhere near the start of the hols (can't remember who, I think it's Kelly and Amelia and a bunch of other people) Almost realistic enough for you to feel like the teachers are right beside you! So, SMILE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708650166815202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6E3YZCeI/AAAAAAAAATM/tCMIZarG8Jw/s320/kohby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad out-of-shape hair, big PCK mole, loud clashing clothes, a big hypocritical smile, and not forgetting the hand that's always flapping around in the air. It's obviously our lovely KOHBAYYYY! I drew the clothes and the mole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have one of the cina teachers, whom nobody has a nickname for, so I don't know how to tell you the answer of who she is. But look at the speech bubble beside her, and if she's taught you before, you'll know that she says those 2 phrases over and over and over again. I once counted 73 of that in 1 lesson. Whatever happened to vocab man?? I thought she's a language teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708654346774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6FG8-J7I/AAAAAAAAATU/fNaGTTbA8os/s320/laoshi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be easy to guess. I mean how many people do you know that look like insects and have such tinyass heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708657943949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6FUWmr_I/AAAAAAAAATc/0_ciaPHm-EA/s320/praying+mantis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR PRAYING MANTIS OF COURSE! Come to think of it I don't even know his real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew this myself :D When you look at this picture you'll get the impression that he's a cheekopek, I dono, I think it's the way the eyebrows are pointy. But he's actually damn gay. See how he has that broken wrist syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708652332467922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6E_cuRtI/AAAAAAAAATE/8QAWFHb_-eU/s320/hochengkam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HOHOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly drew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273709864885366930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_7Lkj3MJI/AAAAAAAAATk/RWmmPD52RnQ/s320/shirleytan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one also no nickname so very hard to say...Hmm well she makes draggy speeches and never smiles. And at the end of the year she crammed us all into the stupid KSCheebye and told us a load of bull about how maths is about "beauty" and how one day instead of telling our parents "YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ME!" and slamming our doors on them, we should go to them and say "Mum, Dad, I understand how you feel. I FEEL YOUR FEAR" WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew this myself too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273709865655844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_7LnbjvWI/AAAAAAAAATs/_4yyZMKSI2s/s320/soonkueh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunken in cheeks (cos too skinny already), sticklike body, tiny eyes, permanent frown....MY GOOD FRIEND SOONKUEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're not only missing the teachers but also the school environment, here's a little something to remind you of something commonly found on the pavement outside the school :D (And hopefully ruin your appetite wahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708644363181970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6Ehwsn5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/x5UWkc4lHyg/s320/deadfrogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD FROGS! This is the grand total of dead froggies I saw this year. The first one was dried up, like some kind of cracker. I nearly stepped on it, heng I never. The second one was slightly squished up and it was freaking swarming with ants ready to eat it. Last year I saw one in the school carpark, it's guts were all spilt and you could actualy see its entrails and heart. Too bad no picture :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1036640144264819953?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1036640144264819953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1036640144264819953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1036640144264819953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1036640144264819953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-great-portraiting-skills.html' title='Our Great Portraiting Skills'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS_6E3YZCeI/AAAAAAAAATM/tCMIZarG8Jw/s72-c/kohby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-488900075500402312</id><published>2008-11-27T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:24:29.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute strawberries and double assholes</title><content type='html'>Oh man I haven't posted for a long long time AGAIN. Cos it's the hols now and I'm out playing and stuff and besides I can't blog at home. But Clare kindly agreed to help me post up my entries! (Typed out in microsoft word and sent to her) And now she has the priveledge of knowing my gmail password. She better not snoop around in my archives. I hate it when people read my messages. Though I suppose she's kind enough not to. Riiiiight, Clare...? &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(Right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay now I have a bunch of accumulated photos to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was eating strawberries and at the very bottom I saw this tiny one hiding in the corner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273280693851882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS502h33hRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/04s4SUzgzVs/s320/cute+strawberry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cute! It looks rather butt-like to me. Jia Rong says it looks like those baby butts that kena injected with some kinda vaccine and then have a denty scar. Cos of the seeds. Ouch then that's a whole shitload of injections! If you look carefully, it not only looks butt-like, it also looks like there is an extra buttcheek. I was happily telling Marcus this and he said "Then that's two buttholes" HAHAHA. That would be really efficient! Shitting time would be halved, so you don't have to sit on the loo all day and get a toiletbowl ring mark on ur butt. (I used to get that as a kid cos I spent most of my time in the toilet reading rather than shitting) And if you have too many things in your hands but no shelf or bag to put them, u could always store it in your spare asshole! :D Or how bout using it as a pencil holder? Forget about hurriedly fumbling in your bag/pencilcase for a pencil you can never seem to find. Just keep it in your little hidey hole, and when you need to jot down a thought or some hot guy's number, jus reach in and voila! You have a pencil ready! OR, if you're too lazy to even reach in and take the pencil out and write, just drop your shorts, sit on the paper, and move your butt around! Oh and this will especially benefit gays, cos they can have double *COUGHCOUGHmeliwatCOUGHCOUGH*. And women, cos they can have it too. But I don't see what kind of self-respecting woman would want to have any anal, I personally think it's damn disgusting lah! That's the place where your SHIT comes out for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But wouldn't it hurt???" you gasp in horror. Hmm, not if there's shit stuck there. (To act as a cushion lah of course) Nice soft springy shit! WAHAHAHAHA. Well something's gotta give right? You can't have it all. It's either your convenience(and pleasure, for some people) or your cleanliness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-488900075500402312?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/488900075500402312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=488900075500402312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/488900075500402312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/488900075500402312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-strawberries-and-double-assholes.html' title='Cute strawberries and double assholes'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SS502h33hRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/04s4SUzgzVs/s72-c/cute+strawberry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-71847756745620996</id><published>2008-10-06T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:09:43.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 degrees of emo</title><content type='html'>Presenting the 3 degrees of emo!  It was supposed to be 100% candid but Amelia stepped away when she saw the camera so Clare quickly took her place.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlfoBpPOI/AAAAAAAAASs/nQbyW8BGSd8/s1600-h/emo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264246764125410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlfoBpPOI/AAAAAAAAASs/nQbyW8BGSd8/s400/emo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl demonstrating the 1st degree of emo:  First you start thinking about your life, and realise it really is quite miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly demonstrating the 2nd degree of emo:  Then you get slightly depressed, and sink to the tabletop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare demonstrating the 3rd degree of emo:  You break down completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th degree of emo involves the slitting of wrists, and for safety reasons, we did not include it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-71847756745620996?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/71847756745620996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=71847756745620996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/71847756745620996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/71847756745620996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-degrees-of-emo.html' title='The 3 degrees of emo'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlfoBpPOI/AAAAAAAAASs/nQbyW8BGSd8/s72-c/emo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5659986281264543859</id><published>2008-10-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:04:09.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Installation art</title><content type='html'>Today I will bring you a series of 3 photos, of my first ever installation art, which I did on the edge of the whiteboard using playdough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's called "Bare Naked" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSPUwOuI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pf5rJEnX2VQ/s1600-h/1st.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264016795089634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSPUwOuI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pf5rJEnX2VQ/s400/1st.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naked except for a lone strand of string for adornment. Could belong to Shrek, judging by the colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one's called "The Emergence Of Fluff":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264015132981458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSJIeeNI/AAAAAAAAASc/lxMMtqgU3cw/s400/2nd.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, as the title says, a nice little tuft of golden hair appears. Wait but Shrek isn't blonde, he's got brown eyebrows right? Hmm so it could belong to one of Shrek's blonde relatives. Walou why are parts from Shrek's family members appearing all over the school? First Fiona's tits (see a previous post on smashing peas) and now a dick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This one's called "Fluff migrates":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSTO2koI/AAAAAAAAASk/aA-gLmjjArI/s1600-h/3rd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264017844081282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSTO2koI/AAAAAAAAASk/aA-gLmjjArI/s400/3rd.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Somehow it migrated to the tip of the &lt;em&gt;ahem.&lt;/em&gt; Zhuo Rong thinks it looks like CJ7. HAHAHA.&lt;p align="left"&gt;You call it Disgusting, I call it Installation Art. It celebrates the beauty of the human body, you see. And it can also celebrate the different stages of life. For example look at the Bare Naked one. That's how you come into the world. (If you have a dick anyway) Then as you grow older, you get fluff down there. And after that it drops off. Well I suppose it does anyway cos my grandma doesn't have anymore armpit hair and eyebrows. But the eyebrows is probably cos she plucked them all off and got fake ones tattooed on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I could even make a series of self-taken porn and post it up as "art". Seriously man why do people even paint pictures of naked people?? Then when people say orrrhhh chee ko pek, they say "oh no it's art" which I think is utter crap lah. What's the difference between a naked painting and a naked photo? The parts are all there, it's just as matter of whether it's virtual or not. It's still porn, regardless of what kind. "Art" is just an excuse for not getting fined or jailed. I hate porn people and naked drawings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before the exam I transferred my installation art to the side of the teacher's table so the invigilator could admire it, and I thought she would actually appreciate it, but noooo, after that I found it all squished up in one corner of the table.  Hurh!  OR OR OR maybe she liked it so much she tried to screw it but it's playdough so obviously it wouldn't stay sturdy.  Hence the squished up ball of playdough.  :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh I am so disgusting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5659986281264543859?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5659986281264543859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5659986281264543859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5659986281264543859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5659986281264543859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/installation-art.html' title='Installation art'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOrlSPUwOuI/AAAAAAAAASU/Pf5rJEnX2VQ/s72-c/1st.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2747295786151966062</id><published>2008-10-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:31:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches will kill</title><content type='html'>An incessant hammering from the inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;The pounding won't stop as I lie on my bed&lt;br /&gt;and stare up at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I see&lt;br /&gt;The paint in my room is peeling away&lt;br /&gt;Just like the pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;The flakes start to fall and I feel like I'm falling too&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off dead now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make markings along your wrist&lt;br /&gt;And please cut carefully along the dotted lines&lt;br /&gt;A little pain for now&lt;br /&gt;Will end the rest in your life&lt;br /&gt;So take out the blade, take in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;The silver smooth sheen that will soon turn to gory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this beautiful?? :D I wrote this sometime last year and then forgot about it.  That's why it seems so unfinished.  As you probably can tell, at that point of time I was having a super bad headache.  The headache gave birth to the first 2 lines...then after that the rest of the lines got slightly carried away, what with the cutting and all.  Not that I was doing any cutting lah.  If I'm not wrong I was somewhere in the pits of despair, trying to figure out my Math or Chem and my life during that headache.  For some reason I kept getting headaches last year.  This year I keep getting sore throat.  o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No suicidal thoughts in me, mind you, so get your councellors away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2747295786151966062?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2747295786151966062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2747295786151966062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2747295786151966062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2747295786151966062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/headaches-will-kill.html' title='Headaches will kill'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3403726225218317598</id><published>2008-10-05T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:11:52.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>Now where do I start, too much to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You're only famous cos your dad is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your voice sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  On the first day of meeting some guy, he became your boyfriend.  Which does NOT happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  You broke up with that same guy ON STAGE and acted so cool about it, but went backstage to cry.  Then you wrote a song about it.  ONE YEAR LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your music videos are very badly made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You overact.  I could act better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do:  YOU MAKE ME HATE YOOOOUUUUUU &lt;/3(act twit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Windows break and babies start crying and everyone goes deaf and old people shout grouchily and people start cursing and SHUT THE HELL UP*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3403726225218317598?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3403726225218317598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3403726225218317598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3403726225218317598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3403726225218317598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8213980615122207950</id><published>2008-09-23T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:17:50.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he had black hair...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in a faraway place called New Jersey, Gerard Way had black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SNnDdQ8IuSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pd4PZCgT1sg/s1600-h/gerard+black+hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249441748207843618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SNnDdQ8IuSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pd4PZCgT1sg/s400/gerard+black+hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, he decided to become an old man, and have white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249441751458736818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SNnDddDNarI/AAAAAAAAASE/KrfYUchK6es/s400/gerard+white+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then something went wrong in his head and he decided to get red hair.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIGHT AHLIAN RED HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253903322341329474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SOmdPDxmSkI/AAAAAAAAASM/umeFmppxvFI/s400/gerard+red+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (I don't know who those 2 other randoms up there are, but I do like the Greenday bag.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At first when Abi was freaking out to me I thought, what's the big deal, red streaks are nice what.  But then I went to see it and the whole head was red, and I freaked too.  It's so bright!  I don't think it's gross, but it's such a shocking shade.  It's like his hair is going like RAAAAAAARRR at you.  RAAAAAAAAR my name is GeRAAAAAAAARRRRd and I have RRRRRRRREEEEEED hair!  Haha.  Somehow he looks prettier with red hair.  Which works for me :) And it's much much better than his previous white hair.  He looked like Ellen deGeneres then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8213980615122207950?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8213980615122207950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8213980615122207950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8213980615122207950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8213980615122207950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-he-had-black-hair.html' title='When he had black hair...'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SNnDdQ8IuSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pd4PZCgT1sg/s72-c/gerard+black+hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1986489277699904673</id><published>2008-09-15T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:04:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is orgies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's this?  3 tables piled on top of one another in a haphazard manner.  This could only mean one thing...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448176245861234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SM8g0cWha3I/AAAAAAAAARs/bSgeHOGQC4Y/s400/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;TABLE ORGY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And look, their cousins the chairs have decided to follow suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SM8g0tXi_1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jh3O1_6U_U8/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246448180813561682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SM8g0tXi_1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Jh3O1_6U_U8/s400/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHAIR ORGY!  Bigger and better than the table orgy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then we realised, if you think about it, almost everything can be having orgies, not only you.  For example, look at the stacks of lockers each time you walk along the corridor to the toilet to go and pangsai.  Heck, even your pile of pangsai in the toiletbowl could be having an orgy.  Or how about the stairs?  Those horny little buggers.  Even your worksheets in your fat ass file can be having an orgy and you wouldn't know it.  No wonder sometimes I end up with random small scraps of paper in my file.  (Baby papers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.  What is the world coming to these days?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1986489277699904673?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1986489277699904673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1986489277699904673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1986489277699904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1986489277699904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-is-orgies.html' title='The world is orgies'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SM8g0cWha3I/AAAAAAAAARs/bSgeHOGQC4Y/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6152739144432042110</id><published>2008-09-13T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:08:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Holy Cow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We haven't posted since you were a kid sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Anw, How do you like the new skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Refreshing, no? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So the past few months have been crappy/horrible/shyt/long*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*delete where appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok so from now on I, Little Miss Messed Up,&lt;br /&gt;am gonna post in &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt; colour.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this great? I am alive again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok I think I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;x&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;*walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[editted: I realise i don't need to post in that ugly colour anymore cos i figured out how to put in blog author ^_^ haha ok i suck wtv.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6152739144432042110?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6152739144432042110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6152739144432042110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6152739144432042110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6152739144432042110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-cow-we-havent-posted-since-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3556407143655158955</id><published>2008-08-19T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:14:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the guys go crazy for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quick and lazy update on some super long ago events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Home econs class #? (lost track alrd)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236455300748456962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKugWiNStAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1ZLuxceG5ZQ/s400/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmmm...oooooh...poo...................It's chocolate for our rocher la stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Smashing beans for science (some DNA crap which we never really finished)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456938423705746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKuh13Bf4JI/AAAAAAAAANE/c1-hzc3KbOw/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We really wondered what this thing was. Let your imagination do the work. Or maybe we'll giv you ideas?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;how about dildo?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456944442512354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKuh2Ncfk-I/AAAAAAAAANM/uprBhvxpGfE/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, lets use it too mash FAKE PEAS! Oh look! A Moshpit! :D Everyone's rocking to That Green Gentleman by Panic! At The Disco (I don't like it actually)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456946387456226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKuh2UsNEOI/AAAAAAAAANU/VcFqcY3FsHg/s400/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fake peas. We aren't very sure what type of mutant peas this is. So we din't really do the practical well cos we din't wanna touch it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456946574758418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKuh2VY3EhI/AAAAAAAAANc/gDHpCybFthw/s400/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fiona's tits. Shrek's Wife's tits [for you dumbasses who haven't watched Shrek] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456950322597506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKuh2jWajoI/AAAAAAAAANk/UigZYGWc4-c/s400/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;AAAANNDD... The result! PeaShake! only for $50 incl price of detergent content in Shake for maximum kick! Tastes a thousand times better than ur Average Chocolate Shake cos thats shit compared to this. (Looks like it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're like, it's better than yours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn right it's better than yours!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could teach you...but I'll have to charge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;x&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up &amp;amp; Girl At The Rock Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3556407143655158955?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3556407143655158955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3556407143655158955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3556407143655158955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3556407143655158955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-and-lazy-update-on-some-super.html' title='What the guys go crazy for'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKugWiNStAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/1ZLuxceG5ZQ/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2569643086156206711</id><published>2008-08-05T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:34.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fiftieth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is post #50 :D isn't that juz awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, my friend A**** wanted to eat a burger for lunch! &lt;strike&gt;Un&lt;/strike&gt;Fortunately, the school canteen sells burgers for $1.60 so she happily queued up and bought a burger. and they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdH7evpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/7j1bL3DsWVw/s1600-h/05082008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962989253764722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdH7evpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/7j1bL3DsWVw/s400/05082008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAAAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; guess whats inside :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIBLJuCI/AAAAAAAAACk/GaRc8suPX2M/s1600-h/05082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962990782199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIBLJuCI/AAAAAAAAACk/GaRc8suPX2M/s400/05082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a li'l CUCUMBER! YAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; the cucumber was squished into the bun part of the burger. Like WTFH. we saw the small green circle thing then went HAHAHA AHAHAHAA HOOHOOHEEHEE HOHOHO etc. etc. Can you imagine if the cucumber was super thick &amp;amp; squished into the bun thingy! A**** wld probably break her teeth! D: poor girl... But then again she wasted her $ka-chingg$ on that li'l &lt;strike&gt;crappy piece of meat &amp;amp; bread&lt;/strike&gt; burger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm telling you, it's all in their scheme to take our money and CHEAT OUR FEELINGS! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIOs64kI/AAAAAAAAACs/9pPxspzWfBk/s1600-h/17052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962994413494850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIOs64kI/AAAAAAAAACs/9pPxspzWfBk/s400/17052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a HIDDEN MICKEY WHEEHOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIYnTHTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Wxl3XHxL-Lc/s1600-h/07062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962997074271538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIYnTHTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Wxl3XHxL-Lc/s400/07062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the Airport can you believe that? its the trolleys &lt;strike&gt;you sit on while your dad pushes you ard WHEEE&lt;/strike&gt; put your luggage/bags whn you go on holiday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIUBXj7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HF1DxT-qTXI/s1600-h/24052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230962995841437618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdIUBXj7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/HF1DxT-qTXI/s400/24052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'X' marks the spot! but we thought if you stepped on the X sthg bad will happen! like you go tumbling &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;down down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;into some hole like Alice in Wonderland or you go to Jail! SOOOOO.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230968729431804194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgiWDT1iSI/AAAAAAAAADE/sQYvBIr35Yg/s320/24052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; she was never seen, ever AGAIN! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2569643086156206711?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2569643086156206711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2569643086156206711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2569643086156206711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2569643086156206711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/fiftieth.html' title='The fiftieth'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SJgdH7evpnI/AAAAAAAAACc/7j1bL3DsWVw/s72-c/05082008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7355066375997025758</id><published>2008-07-31T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:47:34.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke that LOR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking lesson #2! We made lor mai kai and chrysanthemum tea and konnyaku jelly. We messed up our lor mai kai big time. We were supposed to chop the onions then cook the rice then put on top of the meat and mushrooms in the container thing and then put the rice and onions on top and then steam everything. But we mixed the uncooked onions with the uncooked rice and we piled it all on top of the uncooked meat and we were about to stick in in the steamer when we got nagged at. Wah the cutting of the meat was damn disgusting, good thing I didn't have to touch it cos Messed Up did. I had to touch the onions though. But give me onions anytime, so long as I don't have to touch raw meat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888438720775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKBzf_5xEI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cku5pGMkK8s/s400/meat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888440036192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKBzk5hcQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Sk7_irQQymE/s400/piece+of+meat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Looks like a tongue right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lor mai kais turned out fine though.  This one is emo, look at it's face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888956637080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKCRpYxa6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/LpzRApBIX1I/s400/lor+mai+kai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888952819190386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKCRbKhCnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CgPPJQaCsgU/s400/swirly+sugar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A swirly pile of sugar for our jelly.  Kind of looks like shit dosen't it? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We got to choose between red, green, and yellow for our jelly food colouring.  I wanted to mix all the colours and get black jelly but Messed Up didn't let me.  Hurh.  At least we accidentaly put too much (red of course) so we got bloody jelly :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888952350453234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKCRZawrfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/M2LoJ4vFSy8/s400/jelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The gas gun:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233888958596309698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKCRwr44sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BmjmHci6LB0/s400/gas+gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Shotgun sinners, wild-eyed jokers, got you in my sights." ~Hang 'Em High, MCR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7355066375997025758?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7355066375997025758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7355066375997025758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7355066375997025758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7355066375997025758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-that-lor.html' title='LIke that LOR.'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SKKBzf_5xEI/AAAAAAAAAME/Cku5pGMkK8s/s72-c/meat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1322580293321172667</id><published>2008-07-29T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:09:30.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Periods can save you</title><content type='html'>I always knew my name was from the Bible, but I never knew who I actually was named after. (Since I don't want to type my name out here for the whole world to see, let's just call it R)  So I went to look for it in the Bible, and I found out that R was some stupid infertile woman who married her cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me tell you the story of R.  There was this guy called Jacob, he went to visit his uncle Laban.  Laban had 2 daughters.  The older girl was Leah, and he younger girl was R.  Oh oh I like this part.  The Bible said "Leah had weak eyes, but R was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shapely and beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". :D  Anyway, Jacob fell in love with R (yuck incest!) so he asked Laban for permission to marry her.  Laban said that if Jacob worked for him for 7 years, he would let him marry her.  So after 7 years, Jacob asked for R again.  At night, Laban gave Leah to Jacob instead of R, but Jacob didn't know, and he had sex with her.  Then only in the morning he realised.  So he asked Laban why he cheat his feelings, and Laban said that it isnt a custom to give the younger daughter away before the older daugher, so he had to give Leah away first.  So Jacob worked for Laban another 7 years and he got R, and he was very pian xin cos he loved R more than Leah.  But R couldnt give birth, and Leah gave birth like, 6 times.  R got jealous cos Leah kept giving birth, so guess what, she took her maid, gave her to Jacob and told him to have sex with her so that she could become a mother.  WTF?  It's not even her child, how to be a mother.  Then about that time, Leah realised she stopped giving birth, so&lt;em&gt; she&lt;/em&gt; got jealous.  So she took her own maid and gave her to Jacob and told him to have sex with her so that she could get more children.  WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some long long story about Jacob wrestling with some guy (that part is irrelevant), Jacob wanted to leave Laban's house with his 2 wives, 2 concubines, and many many children, but he was scared to ask Laban because he thought Laban would buaysong.  So they escaped without Laban knowing.  When Laban found out, he went to look for them.  Then he asked them why they didn't tell him in the first place, was it because they stole something?  Jacob said no, they didn't steal anything, and that Laban could search if he didn't believe, but little did he know that R stole some of her dad's stuff.  She put the stolen stuff inside a camel saddle bag or something and sat on it.  When Laban went to search inside her tent, she said "Please do not be angry with me Sir, I cannot stand up in your presence, &lt;strong&gt;because I am having my monthly period&lt;/strong&gt;" (The words may not be exact cos I can't remember this stuff, but the phrase monthly period was really used!)  And she freaking got away with it okay!  Hmm I should keep that in mind if I ever want to steal something next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after some other long long story, R finally gave birth to some guy, but sadly died in the process.  She wanted to name her kid Benoni, which meant "son of my sorrow" or something, but in the end Jacob went and named him Benjamin -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???!!!???!!!???!!!???!!!???!!!??? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I thought R was some holy saint or something!  I asked my mother about it, and she was like "Eh?  I also thought she was a saint.  Isn't there a Saint R?"  Well, i just googled it, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE ISNT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Hurh, people see the name from the Bible only, think all holy holy, then anyhow name their children.  And to top it all off, the meaning of my name is "Ewe" (eww) or "Little lamb" in other versions.  At least it dosen't sound funny lah, like Hagar or &lt;em&gt;BENONI&lt;/em&gt; or don't know what.  And at least it dosen't mean something bad like "blind"  (Sheila) or "son of my sorrow" (&lt;em&gt;BENONI&lt;/em&gt;)  Seriously man, what kind of a name is&lt;em&gt; BENONI&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't like my name lah, I think it sounds nice.  But it's horrendously common.  Should go and rename all those other imposters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I think you better check where &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; name came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1322580293321172667?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1322580293321172667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1322580293321172667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1322580293321172667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1322580293321172667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/periods-can-save-you.html' title='Periods can save you'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6464586478966548205</id><published>2008-07-24T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:38.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not hav sex.  You will get pregnant and die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We had our first cooking lesson yesterday, it was damn fun! SO much better than the boring music module. And it just so happens that Messed Up and I are cooking partners, cos we are beside each other in the class list :) Good thing my register number isnt beside any nerdy guaikia's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made egg sandwiches, milo, and some papaya boat thing, which is basically just a cut up slice of papaya displayed on its own skin -_- Who don't know how to do lor, even I know. But we boiled our egg too long until it exploded abit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226825968365498242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlqhns2b4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/WeqaSt5uEPc/s400/egg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A very pregnant egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828184167044802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlsimNG1sI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P0jFr8ezqnI/s400/eggshell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Eggshells which coincidentally look like bra cups. Hmm that would be a very fun idea, only that no one has such small boobs and Barbie's aren't so big. What a waste of eggshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828186929297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlsiwfreQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/07yZLGbalDY/s400/mashed+egg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Behold our weapons, the awesome fork and knife which have reduced the egg into nothing but MUSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226830381970216914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIluihqN19I/AAAAAAAAAKU/8ahD4dFQo_c/s400/papaya+seeds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is where all your bubble tea pearls come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226828890746636658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIltLuazyXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3fzOZwVNrCQ/s400/papaya+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our papaya boats. Mine is the slightly mangled one on the right. Acutally it was worse than this at first, the juice was splattered all over the plate, but I cheat, I got rid of it for photography purposes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226830383888469170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIluiozkDLI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1eHxTkpqW8s/s400/sandwiches.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our sandwiches. Cool right, it's like some inverted colour art piece kind of thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, all the shit that was left at the end:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226825677604161778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlqQsh8iPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kn8UEWNm_rk/s400/rubbish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is random photo time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vic's Jap compo question picture. The illustration is so freaking lousy I don't know what the pic is about. But I do know that A must be saying to B, "TALK TO THE MIDDLE FINGER!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226830383224846882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIluimVV-iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/n2WpZLGTIw4/s400/tok+2+the+mid+fing.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Really looks like it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And look what our school bookshop sells:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226830388606148370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlui6YWHxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XoXDcj8Z47A/s400/proteractor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's not a &lt;em&gt;protractor&lt;/em&gt;, but a &lt;strong&gt;PRO&lt;em&gt;TER&lt;/em&gt;ACTOR&lt;/strong&gt;! I suppose it's much more high tech than the lousy &lt;em&gt;protractor, &lt;/em&gt;since it has two of those semicircle things instead of the usual one, and it simply cannot share a name with its inferior counterpart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay I know you already saw this in the previous post but I want to show it with the original. The original was some washing machine ad. Haha I did it during english when we were supposed to cut out parts of different adverts and piece them together to make the ultimate super ad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833563433245842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlxbtiHHJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u_slUmSp_1k/s400/amy+winehouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; "Oh no, I really AM a man!" O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833567740325522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlxb9k_7pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lm_X-rfv_Vs/s400/boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The original. Too bad they didnt use an older kid with abs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our com studs projects from nong nong ago:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833564958575522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlxbzNxy6I/AAAAAAAAALE/0T1pZzhjgOQ/s400/sab%27sheart.GIF" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Messed Up's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833571465375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlxcLdHrzI/AAAAAAAAALM/k7iGLmodRO0/s400/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226835659219391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlzVs8d0yI/AAAAAAAAALU/t_9S90lqPqk/s400/210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The comic strip the both of us did with Clarissa. It was supposed to be something about global warming but we didnt wanna do anything boring about "SAVE THE TREES!" or whatever so we came up with this!  Click to enlarge if you're old and you can't read the words properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6464586478966548205?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6464586478966548205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6464586478966548205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6464586478966548205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6464586478966548205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-not-hav-sex-you-will-get-pregnant.html' title='Do not hav sex.  You will get pregnant and die.'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIlqhns2b4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/WeqaSt5uEPc/s72-c/egg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4234092033398343382</id><published>2008-07-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:38.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff i hav</title><content type='html'>People who think you suck at Chinese / dunno chinese, here's a short tutorial for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTDeB7jxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b3GRWuuwN2I/s1600-h/f-Learn-Chinese-4769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226518686629334802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTDeB7jxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b3GRWuuwN2I/s320/f-Learn-Chinese-4769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are real names and have not been made up.&lt;br /&gt;Neither hav they been arranged in any particular order;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTDpR_KzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8aGDm0tj8d0/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226518689649470258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTDpR_KzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8aGDm0tj8d0/s320/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's when she found out... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTEBDF4iI/AAAAAAAAACE/FT91Q77s1Wc/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226518696029446690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTEBDF4iI/AAAAAAAAACE/FT91Q77s1Wc/s320/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHEEEEEEEEE WAAAAAAASSS A GUY D: O: say OMG! WTF IS WRONG WITH HER?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTEWsFBeI/AAAAAAAAACM/sZZr6Ec4qmU/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226518701838501346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTEWsFBeI/AAAAAAAAACM/sZZr6Ec4qmU/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The magic from Lord Voldymort's Farting Wand! *gasp* it is THE DARK MARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTE5FNT_I/AAAAAAAAACU/VWu57pevP-k/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226518711070707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTE5FNT_I/AAAAAAAAACU/VWu57pevP-k/s320/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Hot FUH-YAAARR. We're SOOO hot. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; btw, we're NOT telling you that we're seeeeeeeeeecret Agents for the seeeeeeeeecret CSI (crime scene infiltration) Operation at HQ (Head of the Queue - U queue, we cut) called Operation &lt;strike&gt;[f]UCK&lt;/strike&gt; [d]UCK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;amn &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hicken &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;illers. We love chicken! Give us chicken! Say no to DUCKS! &lt;strike&gt;Say yes to DRUCKS! wait no. DRUGS! aahh it all sounds wrong &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4234092033398343382?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4234092033398343382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4234092033398343382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4234092033398343382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4234092033398343382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-stuff-i-hav.html' title='Random stuff i hav'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SIhTDeB7jxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/b3GRWuuwN2I/s72-c/f-Learn-Chinese-4769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1079661486393008967</id><published>2008-07-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:15:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lives batu now</title><content type='html'>Why is the sky so blue? Why is the grass so green? Why are the birds chirping so gaily? Why is my skin so tan? Why are my eyes so big? Why are my eyebags so small? Why do I have so many questions? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beeeeecaaaaauuuuuseeeee&lt;/em&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BATU MERAH IS GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE GONE WITH THE WIND FROM MY ASS WHEN I FARTED IN THE LAST CONVO!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she has gone off to &lt;strike&gt;the virtual world of Dota&lt;/strike&gt; Sota, and we'll never ever see her again forEVER! (for ever! and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever) &lt;---echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE RED STONE!&lt;br /&gt;TAK ADA BATU MERAH!&lt;br /&gt;MEI YOU HONG SHI TOU!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we don't know any Tamil.  But Becky knows French!&lt;br /&gt;N'A PLUS DE ROUGE PIERIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD BATU MERAH'S NOT HERE TO ENJOY BATU MERAH NOT BEING HERE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1079661486393008967?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1079661486393008967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1079661486393008967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1079661486393008967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1079661486393008967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-lives-batu-now.html' title='Our lives batu now'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-483763965394049924</id><published>2008-07-18T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:39.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why guys shouldn't cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cyclists, beware! (Especially the guys)  You might want to reconsider your choice of transport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBd8QQXOFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SMkN94b9-I4/s1600-h/cycling.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224278857486907474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBd8QQXOFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SMkN94b9-I4/s400/cycling.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-483763965394049924?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/483763965394049924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=483763965394049924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/483763965394049924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/483763965394049924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-guys-shouldnt-cycle.html' title='Why guys shouldn&apos;t cycle'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBd8QQXOFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SMkN94b9-I4/s72-c/cycling.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2804934507867188974</id><published>2008-07-18T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:19:48.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Is it clare's bday or sth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Girl At The Rock Show&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no is it?! i dono cos my bday list is all in my old hp which is gone wif the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;u farted then it died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Girl At The Rock Show&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;no, i farted then it ricocheted around the room and got its system in a fix, then it bounced off the wall out of the window, and THEN it died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Miss Messed Up&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Clare, if it really IS your birthday today, then happy birthday! You're now entitled to a free automatic enrolment into the Old Club!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2804934507867188974?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2804934507867188974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2804934507867188974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2804934507867188974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2804934507867188974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the wind'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1718772723507531637</id><published>2008-07-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:54:02.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i315.photobucket.com/albums/ll462/sab_wayye/merepekstuff/DSC01177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i315.photobucket.com/albums/ll462/sab_wayye/merepekstuff/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[click to enlarge] &lt;/div&gt;This is what you do when you get bored with maths in class. Aren't we awesome? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1718772723507531637?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1718772723507531637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1718772723507531637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1718772723507531637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1718772723507531637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/maths-sucks.html' title='Maths sucks'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i315.photobucket.com/albums/ll462/sab_wayye/merepekstuff/th_DSC01177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4464188343905040197</id><published>2008-07-08T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:39.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosyth class reunion: youth day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally had class reunion, which was put off for don't know how long till monday. We were supposed to meet at 9 but then I had piano so I went at 10 plus. Actually I'm sort of glad I came late, cos when I got there, only the guys (Kester Marcus Jarrad Bryan Smallboy aka JiaRong) were there, so it wouldve been really really weird hoboing around with them for 1 plus hour. After a short while Vic Crys YingXin popped out from the same bus but YX went off somewhere and reappeared with JingYi, both of which left after 15 mins the weirdos. Crys said I looked like the Short Female Gang Leader whatever that's supposed to be?! Vic said I looked like a hooker. And &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was the one wearing the skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, girls are smarter, cos obviously the shops arent gonna be open at 9, so we came later. While you guys had to hobo around for one hour drinking &lt;strike&gt;beer&lt;/strike&gt; Super Big Gulps you couldnt finish and throwing slime into drains. (More on the slime thing later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went to KFC to pay our good friend the Bishan Gay a visit, where Kester became a victim of harrassment. Once we stepped in, BG immediately stood up and took a pic of Kester. And Kester was like, walou take picture of me, I also can take picture of you! *whips out a striking &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;cam and snaps a shot of BG snapping a shot of him* After that we went up to the ticketing booth, only to find that it wasnt open. Well it was open a crack lah, at the bottom of the metal grille thing, but it wasnt officially open. They kept trying to make me crawl in and bug the person to give us the tickets, since I'm the smallest. Yes, the smallest. Cos JR has miraculously grown, so now he's taller than me, even if I have wedges :( We still call him Smallboy though, cos the name has stuck! Wouldnt it be hilarious if he suddenly grows to like 1.70 + one day and we continue to call him that? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There wasnt much to do while waiting so we went to Minitoons, where Justin Marcus Jarrad bought some more slime. Then they went to the railing and threw it down at innocent passer-bys on the lower levels. HAHA. I wonder if anyone kena. Marcus kena on his shirt, I think the other two sabo him by patting his back or something, like "Eh, Marcus, my good friend!" *Wipes slime on shirt while appearing to pat his back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224268327129471586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBUXTngWmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UuriG845n_A/s400/slimeballs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at those two silly slimeballs&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224268935507065410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBU6uABukI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vOA0yJsgqg8/s400/marcus+shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The other silly slimeball's sad shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally the ticket place opened so we went to get out tix and popcorn and drinks.  There was WAY too much popcorn cos someone had the fabulous idea of getting 5 boxes.  In the end we were left with about one box.  The drinks also too much.  There was one giant one which all of us minus Vic and JR were supposed to share, andn one small one for Vic and JR, cos Vic is apparently saliva consious.  Eh, saliva consious with the rest of us then not saliva consious with Smallboy is it?  And anyway if you're saliva consious, then how come we shared drinks before?  I clearly remember you koped my Qoo okay!  Hmm something is incredibly fishy around here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movie was quite funny.  After that the slimeballs went to Jarrad's house, while the rest of us went to Bryan's house.  Actually I wanted to go Jarrad's house too cos I wanted to kope his electric and see his red walls and play Guitar Hero, but then Vic and Crys were going to Bryan's house so I followed them.  Plus I wouldnt know what to say to Justin cos we've been ignoring each other for like 2.5 years already. (Long story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We wanted to play pool but didnt get to cos people already booked it and Bryan cleverly assumed that no one would be using it.  So we watched Mr Bean but didnt get far cos we decided to play cards.  They played some cheem stuff which me and Crys didnt understand so I sat around peeking at everyone's cards and being a joker.  I think the joker card is the best card of all, how come no one includes it in games!  Hurh, nextime I'm gonna invent a deck and a card game that only involves joker, so there! And it will have my face on it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we played Monopoly, and I won! Actually, I only won because Vic and Crys left and then I got raped by the rest and they let me win in return of not telling the police.  HAHA KIDDING LAH.  I won with my own wit and intelligence! :D  Anyway I trust they are good people who arent sex maniacs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4464188343905040197?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4464188343905040197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4464188343905040197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4464188343905040197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4464188343905040197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/rosyth-class-reunion-youth-day.html' title='Rosyth class reunion: youth day'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SIBUXTngWmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UuriG845n_A/s72-c/slimeballs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1060581996333332524</id><published>2008-07-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is a gingerbread man</title><content type='html'>I broke up with the rabbit.  I've decided that gingerbread men are MUCH MUCH more attractive.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGseO60k1aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7__5G8C5hF4/s1600-h/gingerbread+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218297834895627682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGseO60k1aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7__5G8C5hF4/s400/gingerbread+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, as fast as you can, you cant catch my boyfriend, he's a gingerbread man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yup the retarded RI guys came again to promote their whatever.  We had lots of fun pinching him, The gingerbread man actually looked kind of emo walking around with his head down.  Like one of those toys which come alive at night and try to murder you and annihilate the whole neighbourhood.  But I guess he does have a reason to be emo, cos look at the icing on one of his legs, it's dropping, plooop, like shit into the toiletbowl.  If you look closely he seems to have only one eye.  Well actually it didnt have any eyeballs but someone stuck an orange sticker on it.  Mustve been one of those headprefect campaign things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg why is there a button on his toot area?  For licking is it??  Or is it for an opening, so that if he kena boner attack and his costume no space, he can always open up and let his little friend have some breathing space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1060581996333332524?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1060581996333332524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1060581996333332524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1060581996333332524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1060581996333332524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boyfriend-is-gingerbread-man.html' title='My boyfriend is a gingerbread man'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGseO60k1aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7__5G8C5hF4/s72-c/gingerbread+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7513747966807731475</id><published>2008-06-26T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:39.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternative pad options</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGRTFiZXdcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x7c_kCcUCO0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I found in the J2 toilet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGRTFiZXdcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x7c_kCcUCO0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216385622999528898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGRTFiZXdcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x7c_kCcUCO0/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow someone really mustve gotten desperate. Using a banana skin as a pad? (For those of you guys who dont know what that blue bin is, it's a bin for used pads) I suppose it&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; a rather good alternative choice for a pad...Cos watermelon skins are too hard and may cause discomfort.  Apple skins are too thin.  Durian skins, ouch.  Rambutan skins are too tickly, plus they're small and round. (But they might be good as protectors for people's balls when playing sports) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if the person got rashes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7513747966807731475?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7513747966807731475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7513747966807731475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7513747966807731475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7513747966807731475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/alternative-pad-options.html' title='Alternative pad options'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SGRTFiZXdcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/x7c_kCcUCO0/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-595632620739831556</id><published>2008-06-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:02:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;Your mask's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Share your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Stab me in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;Hands stained red&lt;br /&gt;Show me who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Knife reeks of your guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;The heart heaving, spluttering, slowing&lt;br /&gt;Am I your best friend now?&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity awaits&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and ever, and ever, and ever ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;written 23/6/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-595632620739831556?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/595632620739831556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=595632620739831556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/595632620739831556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/595632620739831556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5695531769742505293</id><published>2008-06-11T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:19:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiz thing</title><content type='html'>1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost;&lt;br /&gt;My Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refer to last post]&lt;br /&gt;1. *curses her under breath* *curses her under breath* *curses her under breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NO FRIGGING WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Ownz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wahh so damn long sia. Anw Joe wins hands down &amp;amp; up, Danny wins hands left &amp;amp; right (you-know-who's hands ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SAFRA EEEEEEEEESHOON (dun bother reading it aloud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MONKEY? MONKEY!? im so disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. hmm.. being random laa. luckily now red &amp;amp; black :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GirlattheRockShow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MCR-loving Paikea. [in both context]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make &lt;em&gt;Danial Ashriq&lt;/em&gt; your boyfriend ;D How? idk ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Black. No Red. No Black. AAHH cnt decide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dunno. [haha jkjk] We have ALOTALOT things in common. Weird O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You shouting ATIQAAAH and me wondering what race you were. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A bunny. cos of the hair. HAH. the R I BUNNY GUY xDDD ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHY do you always tie ur hair liddat?? WHY srsly! it never ceases to stump me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do for MURNIRA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Soccer Freak, 484 PEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dare you to scare indra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blue. cos of the Cookie Monster blog thing. idk why x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Play soccer with meeeeee! &amp;amp; You can dance REEEEEAALLY WELL! its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You saying ur hobby is playing soccer at reporting day. Wah everything i rmb abt you is related to soccer sial. &amp;amp; kayu i dunno why :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tiger. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why... idk arh! wait i think first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5695531769742505293?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5695531769742505293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5695531769742505293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5695531769742505293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5695531769742505293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz-thing.html' title='The Quiz thing'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7693150501637358204</id><published>2008-06-10T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can fit into a guitaron case, can you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What am I up to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SE9bRu6rR4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oRHVpY3F1-g/s1600-h/guitaron+case2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210483654100993922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SE9bRu6rR4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oRHVpY3F1-g/s400/guitaron+case2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210483643081229938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SE9bRF3XBnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/D7pb59Jgv_k/s400/guitaron+case.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Look, I'm a mermaid!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAH, I CAN DO SOMETHING ALL YOU TALL PEOPLE CAN'T. I can fit into a guitaron case! :D The guitaron is basically this giant guitar thing which looks like a bloated pregnant walnut. You have to put it on the floor to play since it's so big. Thankfully I play alto, which is the smallest we have. (There's soprano too which is even smaller but we don't have that) If I tried to play the guitaron, I bet I wouldn't be able to even see my notes properly. I'm the smallest in guitar sia. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually I could have put my head in also, but I didn't dare because it was damn dusty and smelly and I was scared I'd suffocate. And then Abi would have to do CPR on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next goal: To fit into the guitaron itself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...Nah just kidding lah. The guitaron soundhole is smaller than my head, I think. Besides, to fit in there I'd have to shrink, and I'm already small enough. Eh I'm so tempted to put these photos on the guitar noticeboard. After all, I'm in exco, so I get to mess around with the board, right...? :D Muahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7693150501637358204?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7693150501637358204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7693150501637358204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7693150501637358204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7693150501637358204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-fit-into-guitaron-case-can-you.html' title='I can fit into a guitaron case, can you?'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SE9bRu6rR4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oRHVpY3F1-g/s72-c/guitaron+case2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8847158537647065900</id><published>2008-06-10T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:53:45.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal forced me</title><content type='html'>I feel some sense of obligation to do this thing cos Crystal did one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop a tag and:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she said about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paikia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Uh abit the hard leh. You dare to do a lot of things I wouldn't dare to do. Try breakdancing?&lt;br /&gt;3. Face: Navy blue. Character: Black. Pitch black. As black as the hair of an emokid.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your sense of humour! And writing style.&lt;br /&gt;5. In P4, when you said "heck care" and I chastised you because I thought it was a really bad swear word, and you said something like "AHAHAHA HECK CARE HECK CARE HECK CARE LA."&lt;br /&gt;6. Puppy. I think it was the two ponytails, they look like drooping doggy ears.&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you manage to make the piercings not close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments:&lt;br /&gt;~I am NOT a Paikia, contrary to popular belief&lt;br /&gt;~Why is my face dark blue o_O Maybe it's cos I'm short so I suffocate in the MRT smelling people's armpits and then my face turns blue..?&lt;br /&gt;~You make your piercing's not close by simply giving them tender loving care.  Which means dutifully dropping that liquid on them 3 times a day till the whole bottle finishes (that's for new piercings) And once they're healed, it dosen't mean you can neglect them.  Unless you've had them for many many years lah then that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  So Crystal here's yours:&lt;br /&gt;1. You and your gay gaymates&lt;br /&gt;2. Purposely go into the arcade in school uniform and get kicked out just for fun.  Haha I wanted to do that with some of my friends last time but they chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're very fun to gossip with and I can trust you with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5.  HAH.  During the first day of chinese class in Rosyth, Vic asked if she could sit with me.  I agreed, so you had to sit with Ji Kian.  (The tables were like 2 by 2)  And I remember turning around and smirking and telling Vic, "Haha, she has to sit with that guy"  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA damn mean right. :P  That was in p4.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why is your taste in guys so weird??  First it was S _ _ _ _ _ _  and then it was J _ _ _ _, what are you thinking, man? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I think I shall do one for Little Miss Messed Up since she's my co-blogger. :D&lt;br /&gt;1. You minah!  Haha I bet you're cursing at me under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flirt with a random beng and see what happens :P&lt;br /&gt;3. Blood red&lt;br /&gt;4. You're very fun to crap around with, whether it's doodling on the chalkboard or talking rubbish with or debating about who's the hotter one, Danny or Joe.  (Danny wins hands down lah face it)  And you're alot like me, yet different in many ways.  And you write nice poems.&lt;br /&gt;5. We were waiting for our turns for shooting tryouts in sec1, and making fun of the weedy teacher.&lt;br /&gt;6. Uh.  Monkey?  Cos sometimes you happen to look like you're about to do something cheeky, even if you're not planning to.  Especially that photo in your passport, looks like a little monkey up to no good.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why did you choose green, of all colours, for your braces one time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8847158537647065900?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8847158537647065900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8847158537647065900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8847158537647065900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8847158537647065900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/crystal-forced-me.html' title='Crystal forced me'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8606494350963128314</id><published>2008-06-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:25:46.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheered up</title><content type='html'>I created a new playlist to cheer myself up ^_^ yay its so pretty! xD look at links page. Anw, here are the JabbaWockeeZ![ Juz play the vid. It'll work]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLv1N_O-Mjw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLv1N_O-Mjw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this skin screws up youtube vids D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyoVVRF4QYc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyoVVRF4QYc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8606494350963128314?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8606494350963128314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8606494350963128314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8606494350963128314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8606494350963128314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheered-up.html' title='cheered up'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3180805103048595198</id><published>2008-06-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:47:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dystopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not to Girl at the Rock Show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*smuck was used to replace fcuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i hav this feeling that I'm always the one listening and ur always the one talking? R u juz using me to pour out ur rantings, to throw away all the memories u hated? Anw, u hav always criticised me; what i listen to, what i wear. &amp;amp; whenever i win the argument, its juz "whatever" to you. Its no wonder ppl hate u; its no wonder they talk behind ur back; its no wonder they're the kind of frens u hav. Did u ever, for juz a second of ur bloody existence, stop to think abt wad u juz said or wad u juz did? Did it ever occur to u that the other things that exist in ur life called HUMANS hav feelings too? Maybe its juz cos u dun hav any feelings. U always show the world ur tough side, never admitting wad u did wrong, as if ur perfect. U comment on wad ppl say abt u, but don't those words sound so similar to what ur saying abt them? U say u hate hypocrites, but i juz dun get this, why are you turning into one of them? U say ur hardcore, that u wont break down but isn't that what's happening right now? Pull ur self together u smucking IDIOT. Can u stop for a moment to think &amp;amp; get it into ur brain; What the smucking hell is ur smucking problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; btw, u shld try trusting ur frens more. backstabbers dun stick up for u when ur in trouble. they juz twist the knife to make the wound bleed, and hurl whats left of u out the door so they wont hav to see ur pleading for help. 'cause way before that moment, u wont see me by ur side anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind's unweaving; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look at you with such disdain;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you’re the &lt;strike&gt;first&lt;/strike&gt; last to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3180805103048595198?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3180805103048595198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3180805103048595198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3180805103048595198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3180805103048595198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/dystopia.html' title='Dystopia'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-3451739753417036936</id><published>2008-06-08T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:49:13.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I'm very lazy to blog; [random]&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer till my legs were muddy. Awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The words &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R*I*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can never fall in the same sentence."&lt;br /&gt;- frm Shaleen's blog (sry Girl at the Rock Show, you don't know her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Offence to any R*I* guy [don't highlight this part] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(with a big ego)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme say that this sentence can be true &amp;amp; false. The content may be true to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[like me sorry luhh R*I*] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't the sentence contradict itself ALREADY?? Like, it put &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R*I*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the same sentence. =.= Anw, they also may appear in the same sentence, e.g. That &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R*I*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guy likes that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl. Ahah! Wtv. this is turning out like philo -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-3451739753417036936?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3451739753417036936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=3451739753417036936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3451739753417036936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/3451739753417036936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-very-lazy-to-blog-random-i-played.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1558938135015959091</id><published>2008-06-05T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:40.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert 2</title><content type='html'>Here is the wonderful Malay Drama which i wanted to advertise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEiZRsmXh4I/AAAAAAAAABk/m1KZHSAb4J4/s1600-h/poster_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208581498362890114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEiZRsmXh4I/AAAAAAAAABk/m1KZHSAb4J4/s320/poster_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Permaisuri Jula Juli. 28 June. $8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You shld go even if u dun understand a word of Malay cos the actresses are AWESOME xD trust me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, here's something to think abt [Caution: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT READ IF SUBJECT TO CONTAGIOUS LAMENESS.&lt;/span&gt; thn ur kaki patah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thn ur leg break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEiZRsmXh5I/AAAAAAAAABs/PUrqzFeAh6s/s1600-h/Emo_spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208581498362890130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEiZRsmXh5I/AAAAAAAAABs/PUrqzFeAh6s/s320/Emo_spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An Emo Sponge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who lives with a bleeding heart under the sea? SpongEmo LongFringe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yellow and black, all angsty inside! SpongEmo LongFringe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who loves MCR &amp;amp; kills his fishfriends? SpongEmo LongFringe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rocks out at a show &amp;amp; then smash his guitar! SpongEmo LongFringe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SpongEmo LooooooooooongFreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All hail SpongEmo LongFringe! I made that up myself ^_^ Lame sia. lol. The guide is *ahemahemcough* very useful! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If u wanna end up with a guy like LongFringe here xD&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/2062556884619259267-1558938135015959091?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1558938135015959091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1558938135015959091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1558938135015959091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1558938135015959091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/concert-2.html' title='Concert 2'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEiZRsmXh4I/AAAAAAAAABk/m1KZHSAb4J4/s72-c/poster_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1839478982190114240</id><published>2008-06-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:22:49.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>HOW TO FLIRT WITH AN ANGSTY GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random tips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't appear too eager. You may scare him or appear too preppy. Emos don't like preppy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't try to look "cute" or act like a shunu or whatever. Angsty guys don't like shunus. Just act normal. If your "normal" is "cute", then you're better off some other kind of guy. Anyway if you're a shunu you shouldn't be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's okay to smile or laugh, cos even angsty guys have to smile and laugh once in awhile. But please don't laugh at EVERYTHING they say, cos that is shunu behavior. If it's funny, laugh. If it's not, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't know him very well, please don't suddenly dump all your life problems on him. Sure, he's emo, but he dosen't need additional problems. He's got many of their own. And he'll think you're crazy. If you need someone to dump your problems on, look for a counsellor. (Unless he's already your boyfriend, then it's okay, you can drown in each other's problems. But if he's already your boyfriend, you wouldn't need to read this, would you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's about it. Results can't be totally garunteed cos I've never tried all this out for myself, but I think it'll get you at least SOMEWHERE. Have fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1839478982190114240?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1839478982190114240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1839478982190114240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1839478982190114240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1839478982190114240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-flirt-with-angsty-guy-part-3.html' title='How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 3)'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1029553449267462648</id><published>2008-06-04T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:38:25.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Note:  It is advisable to read Part 1 first, but you can do as you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO FLIRT WITH AN ANGSTY GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;2.1:  After you have mastered Part 1, you're ready to move on to something more personal:  Physical appearances!  He would probably be wearing an emo black shirt featuring some band logo, or a skull, or something of the like.  He may also be wearing nice hightops, or chains, or punk bracelets.  For conversation, you could comment on those and ask where he got them from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.2:  He would probably be wearing heavy eyeliner.  To take your flirting to the next level, you can ask him, "How do you do your eyes?  I can never get it right.  Can you teach me?"  (Just say that, even if you CAN get it right :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3:  He'll proabably have a long emo fringe like Paul Twohill.  You can ask him how he manages to see through all that hair, or how he manages to get it to stay down like that.  If he says he usese gel, then you can take your flirting to the next level and say "Wow, pretty soft for hair that's been slathered in gel!"  while&lt;em&gt; just happening&lt;/em&gt; to touch his hair. (:  Not sure if this is advisable or not, cos I personally hate it when people touch my hair, especially the fringe, so I'm not sure an angsty guy would like that either.  You could still try, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4:  If he's the type that wears low rise skinny jeans that show off his underwear/boxers at the back, you're in luck!  First you can say, "Don't you feel uncomfortable, with your pants dropping down all the time?"  After his response,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE YOUR FLIRTING TO THE HIGHEST LEVEL--more lines for you to try:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, by the way, your underwear/boxers is showing"&lt;br /&gt;Or, for something more flirty,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, by the way, cute underwear/boxers!"&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you're really daring,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, by the way, nice bum you have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D  And you can see how it goes from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1029553449267462648?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1029553449267462648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1029553449267462648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1029553449267462648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1029553449267462648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-flirt-with-angsty-guy-part-2.html' title='How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 2)'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2340307219650218671</id><published>2008-06-04T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:12:51.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Crystal asked me on MSN, "How do you flirt with an angsty guy?" (Like how should I know?) Apparently she thinks I'm a mega angsty guy flirt culprit, cos she claimed, "If you do n't know, then who would?" Hmm. Even though I'm not an emokid flirt, contrary to what she thinks, I certainly think this would make an interesting topic to blog about, so here's a little guide for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO FLIRT WITH AN ANGSTY GUY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;1.1: Start with talking about music. You can never go wrong with music. Every right minded angsty guy loves MCR, so you could talk about that. Discuss lyrics, band members, whatever. (Like the question of Gerard's and Frank's sexuality, or how Frank grew his hair so now it looks disgusting, or how sad it is that Frank's Pansy guitar got broken by some band technician, etc etc. There's lots to say about the band members. Though I'm not sure if the guy would be very interested in Frank's hair, unless he's gay. And you wouldn't be flirting with a gay guy, would you, unless you're gay too.  I'm not sure if this guide would work for gays or not, but you could try though)  If you don't know who MCR are or if you absolutely hate them, you can always talk about some other band.  Good Charlotte/Papa Roach/Sum41 are some good ones, but MCR is more suitable.  And Papa Roach and Sum41 may not be as widely known.  Half the people I know don't know them, which is really quite sad, cos they're rather good.  Anyway, if you don't know/don't like MCR, I don't know why you're trying to flirt with an angsty guy in the first place, cos you're probably a girly shunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.2: From bands, you can go on to instruments.  He would probably be able to play the guitar, from what I'm guessing. (Or drums or something cool)  Hopefully you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.3:  From there, you can talk about jamming and stuff, if you even do that in the first place.  With any luck, he writes songs or emo poetry of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE YOUR FLIRTING TO THE NEXT LEVEL--Try one of the following lines:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, maybe you could write a song for me one day" or&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, maybe I could write a song for you one day" or&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, we should go jamming one day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that you should only use the above lines when the situation calls for it.  If both of you are not musically inclined, you can't possibly talking about jamming, right, or you'll create a really weird "buh" moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2340307219650218671?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2340307219650218671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2340307219650218671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2340307219650218671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2340307219650218671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-flirt-with-angsty-guy-part-1.html' title='How to flirt with an angsty guy (Part 1)'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4506861762649181081</id><published>2008-06-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:05:48.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Miss Sunshine", my foot</title><content type='html'>Wah I seriously cannot take it.  Soon Kueh is irritating the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:  On Monday, me and Abi were the last to leave the room, so we dutifully offed the aircons and lights before going off for lunch break.  When we came back, we got scolded by Soon Kueh cos she said we didn't off one aircon.  And we were like, eh, we did what!  And she said, "No, you didn't.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; DID.  And if this happens again, I will fine each of you 5 dollars."  Eh we really DID switch off the aircon okay, it wasn't our fault.  Besides, the aircons in our school are freaking screwed up.  They off and on by themselves sometimes.  Or maybe it's that weird aircon man walking around with the remote that keeps doing it.  I saw him prowling around the corridors quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way she can take money from us, cos we'll be able to sue her.  Hey that's a good idea actually.  I'm tempted to purposely leave the aircon on again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:  She nagged at us and said the way we sit while playing guitar is "terrible and obscene", just cos we have to open our legs abit.  Please lah, this is CLASSICAL guitar, which means using a foot stool.  Which means opening your legs.  How the heck do you put your foot on a footstool and play while closing your legs?!  Besides, if the guitar there, how is anyone supposed to see anything underneath, cos the guitar will be blocking, duh.  Plus our costume is pants, so does it matter?!  Does she think everyone must be all refined to an extreme like her??  Well, let's all bind our damn feet while we're at it, shall we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3:  Yesterday, the room we normally use was locked.  So we hoboed outside and waited for her to come.  She was late, might I add.  And instead of taking the key to open the door, she told ME to go to the security guard to get it.  BIATCH.  So I went all the way to the security guard, but the security guard said I must get permission from the general office first.  So I went to the general office and told the woman there that I needed permission for the key, and she told me, "Your teacher is supposed to come here and take it herself!"  So I went back there and told her to take it herself, and she had that very buaysong look on her face.  CLASSIC, MAN.  Orh bi quek, who ask her never go and take it herself in the first place!  Even Ms _ _ _ helps to take it, so why can't she?  I'm sorry woman, but if you're looking for a maid, I suggest you go to a maid agency.  In fact, I think you should go off and run your own maid agency, since you seem to be &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;good at it.  I'd like to tell her where she can stick that damn key of hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was wearing this T-shirt that had a pic of a gay sun on it, with the word "Little Miss Sunshine".  Oh the irony.  "Little Miss Sunshine", my foot!  "Skinny Old Spinster" is more like it.  If She's Little Miss Sunshine, then the sun shines out of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was supposed to be a #4 but I feel lazy.  I think that one is not very interesting anyway.  Besides, I have something called a Social Life to attend to.  Not like &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, whole day flirt here flirt there, people ignore also want to flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think next time I should write a series of books called The Soon Kueh Chronicles.  I have a feeling that it will most definitely become a bestseller, especially with fellow guitar members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4506861762649181081?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4506861762649181081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4506861762649181081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4506861762649181081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4506861762649181081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-miss-sunshine-my-foot.html' title='&quot;Little Miss Sunshine&quot;, my foot'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4870108129876404713</id><published>2008-06-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:16:09.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverbere 2008</title><content type='html'>Speaking of concerts, I've got one to promote too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME FOR REVERBERE 2008! AKA, &lt;strong&gt;GUITAR CONCERT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I would put the pic of the pretty poster here but I don't have any with me so I can't.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tix are 12 bucks each. It'll be at RJC, 7.30pm, on 5th July. That's a Saturday. AND, it's a suport school activity! (That is if you're from my school. But if you're not, that's okay, cos you can still sit there and enjoy yourself watching me :D ) You can order tickets through me. Or any other guitar member, if you don't like my face and don't want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaah I wanna go for angklung concert and support Messed Up but I don't think I can cos I have guitar prac on that day plus it's a school day and I don't think my mum will allow. Havent tried asking yet though. Aw man now I feel so guilty cos she's going for my concert but I'm not going for hers. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4870108129876404713?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4870108129876404713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4870108129876404713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4870108129876404713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4870108129876404713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/revebere-2008.html' title='Reverbere 2008'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4471827317670879822</id><published>2008-06-03T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:41.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts</title><content type='html'>Yo my other brother/sister/whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Certain things you dun wanna miss, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if not i kick ur a s s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angklung Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207598285859555186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEUbDMmXh3I/AAAAAAAAABc/wShE5CDKTYM/s320/VOLARE_AK_CONCERT.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17th June o8. Tuesday. 7pm. RGS Hall. (Combined Schools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Blogger is being uncooperative so i'll advertise for Bangsawan in another post =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4471827317670879822?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4471827317670879822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4471827317670879822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4471827317670879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4471827317670879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/concerts.html' title='Concerts'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SEUbDMmXh3I/AAAAAAAAABc/wShE5CDKTYM/s72-c/VOLARE_AK_CONCERT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8096023890834104879</id><published>2008-05-29T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:42.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD551GPkvEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/or_XLw6fEbU/s1600-h/shoe+backside.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got new school shoes!  The old one's gonna die already.  Normally I wouldnt care less, but these are so nice :) This is the outer side:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD550WPkvCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7fOGDXfbOE/s1600-h/shoe+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205732159517932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD550WPkvCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7fOGDXfbOE/s400/shoe+outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear it's pink.  :O  How come everything of mine is pink lately?!  Well at least it can match my pink watches.  Okay pink isnt that horrible a colour actually, depends on the context.  Like for school shoes.  School shoes are already as boring and ugly as they can get, what with all those rules and such.  Black designs wouldnt be much, cos it'll still look boring, a few random black stripes and stuff here and there.  But in my opinion pink makes it look...less conformed?  But for normal sneakers for wearing outside, between an all black pair and an all pink pair, I'd choose the all black.  Urgh I dont know how to explain this.  I'm just weird this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first there were some stupid han yu pin yin words on it, but I got rid of them with my fabric paint.  The first lot of words were above the pink dots, where that pink rectangle is.  The second lot of words were beside the pink line at the bottom of the shoe, where that other pink rectangle is.  Clever right ^_^ My bro couldnt tell.  Made in Ch*na, clearly.  I know I said I'm boycotting Ch*na, but...some things cant be helped lah.  Like if its something that wont harm me, then I'll buy it.  I mean how can a shoe kill me?  Not like im gonna eat it or anything.  Food is another story.  I'm never gonna eat anything from there ever again.  Oh and waterbottles.  I've had one bad experience with Ch*na waterbottles and I don't ever intend on trying again.  And who knows what kind of stuff I'm drinking, it could be lead paint on the walls of the bottle.  I paid 8 bucks for that damn waterbottle cos at the side it said "Smash, Australia" So I thought it was made in Aussie.  But then it spoilt after less than 2 months of usage, and then I realised that the bottom said "Made In Ch*na".  Kaka also had the same problem with the same kind of bottle.  Okay why am I talking about lousy Ch*na goods, I'm supposed to be boasting about my nice shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inner side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD5502PkvDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ovh5Nu_PSJw/s1600-h/shoe+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205732168107867186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD5502PkvDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ovh5Nu_PSJw/s400/shoe+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my favourite part, the backside! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD551GPkvEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/or_XLw6fEbU/s1600-h/shoe+backside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205732172402834498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD551GPkvEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/or_XLw6fEbU/s400/shoe+backside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GUITARS!  Plus three tiny silver stars.  What could be more perfect?  :)  It's what made me buy the shoes in the first place.  If they werent there I probably wouldnt have bought them you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I'm off to watch Zack And Cody now!  Yeah yeah it's for kids but it's so damn hilarious!  Plus I dont have cable TV (they're showing it on Kidscentral for the hols) so it's not often that I get to watch a kids show which is un-kiddy enough for me.  Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8096023890834104879?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8096023890834104879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8096023890834104879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8096023890834104879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8096023890834104879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-shoes.html' title='My new shoes'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD550WPkvCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z7fOGDXfbOE/s72-c/shoe+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-118666335791261144</id><published>2008-05-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:43.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so artistic</title><content type='html'>Drew this when I was bored. Yeah I know, this is extremely sweety poo stuff and so not me, but I had no intention of drawing it at first. I was drawing a girl and for some reason I decided to give her one of those ancient fairytale type dresses, then the swing popped up from nowhere, and if you've got a swing, you've gotta have a tree. And if you've got greenery and a pretty girl, you have to have a butterfly around. And then after that all those other stuff popped up too to join the girl. I'm quite proud of it actually. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205641196405570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4nFmPku-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zeebsmVf2yM/s400/girl+on+swing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wanted to redraw the pic, but only in silouhette (sp?) form. But I didn't know how to, it kept getting screwy. So I coloured everything in with microsoft paint. (Except the flowery frame at the corners. I used Photoscape for that) Decided to get rid of the butterfly though, cos it kept looking like some demented spiky thing floating around in the air. And I shifted the tree abit, cos I realised that in the original pic, the swing is way to high up from the ground. She'd have to climb up the tree and jump to get on the swing! Oh yeah btw this is the pink pic that was mentioned in the previous post.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4nGGPku_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qIdAqE-Jpug/s1600-h/girl+on+swing+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205641204995505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4nGGPku_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qIdAqE-Jpug/s400/girl+on+swing+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My purpose for doing this silouhette thing was actually to draw onto a plain t-shirt using fabric markers, but then I don't think it'll work very nicely cos its such a big area to colour, and I'm afraid everything will get all seepy and look cheap. I'm very scared that the liney pen strokes will be able to be seen, then not nice already. Hey don't you think it looks like one of those pics you find in a blogskin? I wouldnt use a blogskin with this kind of picture, though. How ironic. Hmm it would look good on a file too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's another one I drew here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205645671761492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4rKGPkvAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uxKvOR3vrxU/s400/29+May+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol look at her &lt;strong&gt;minah eyeliner-ed eyes&lt;/strong&gt;! I don't find this as nice as the one with the girl on the swing though. I think it's cos her face is not as nice. Looks abit fat to me. And I don't quite like the mouth. I can't draw sad mouths much. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A random photo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205647501417561106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4s0mPkvBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/iIVdfh8BBJM/s400/pretty+sink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the science lab sink.  Pretty right!  It makes a nice MSN display pic.  We were doing gram staining (staining bacteria to find out what type it is.  Or something along the lines.  Does it matter, Bio exams are long over anyway.)and we had to use these wonderfully colourful liquids to do it.  Then mine and Messed Up's fingers started to get itchy so we dropped random drops of the liquids into the sink and mixed them with water, just to see the swirly effect.  ^_^  That little brown splotch in the right hand side is iodine.  I heard that iodine can stain, so I tried staining a heart onto my hand, but it never stayed.  :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of miss Bio lessons, especially all the crazy lab lessons with Messed Up where we, uh, messed up.  (We were lab partners) We would &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; screw up our experiments, then end up doing them anyhow and just playing around with the stuff.  I have to admit most of the screw ups were my fault =X  Hehe.  And writing song lyrics during the non-lab lessons with Messed Up at the back of the class where Ms Yeo couldnt really see us, that was so fun.  (She mustve thought we were taking notes)  Though most of them dont have tunes yet so you cant really call them songs.  Poems?  o_O  I feel weird when I say "I was writing poetry" instead of "I was writing song lyrics".  Sounds too...intellectual for me?   Haha.  Bio is the only Science module I can tolerate.  I can even say I like it.  Chem was a killer with all that memorizing, and the teacher...let's just say she's not exactly a good friend of mine.  Physics was just boring shit, fullstop.  And Bio was the only Science module which I scored well for.  I failed my Chem, and just barely passed Physics.  Bio I got like 72 %.  DONT LAUGH AND DONT JUDGE.  You've got your standards, I've got mine, you can be an over achieving mugger all you want, but 70 and above is already good enough for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh crap Shut Up And Drive is stuck in my head.  The chorus part.  It just has this kind of tune which will stick in you for weeks, whether you like pop/R&amp;amp;B/Rihanna or not. (I dont quite.  Her voice is good though.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-118666335791261144?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/118666335791261144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=118666335791261144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/118666335791261144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/118666335791261144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-artistic.html' title='I am so artistic'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SD4nFmPku-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zeebsmVf2yM/s72-c/girl+on+swing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2206432447636293096</id><published>2008-05-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:02:19.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Convo</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; - Girl at the Rock Show&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; - Messed-up ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe ur gna say sth abt my pic rite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(she had a pink dp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;no but what the f are the prunes fr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;its random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;cos abi was asking me wat 2 use as her display name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;and i suggested that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;but she din wana use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;so i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;how are u gonna use th prunes if the situation comes to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll throw them at whatever offending object or person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;prunes?? their not even hard enuff to be bullets -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;well i culd dry them till theyre rock hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha like hard shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME! says:&lt;br /&gt;im putting this on the blog ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a bucket of prunes and I'm not afraid to use it! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veryveryvery weird convo. thats all i can say. (btw i dunno why the format is liddat one)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2206432447636293096?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2206432447636293096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2206432447636293096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2206432447636293096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2206432447636293096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/weird-convo.html' title='A Weird Convo'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-8107073363089556876</id><published>2008-05-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:14:52.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy shitday to you</title><content type='html'>Today was the ultimate shitday. I had to go for Sham's remedial class, and I didn't finish the homework. But neither did most people lah so that was okay. She gave us time to do on the spot. Halfway through I kena period, but no pad, so I had to use toilet paper. Then when I went to pee during the break, I discovered that some toilet paper got stuck on my ass and my thighs, so I had to laboriously peel it off. That took away quite some time of my break, and it didnt help that the toilet smelt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home, I kena stomach cramps, plus I was very hungry, so that was a double whammy. I felt like the walking dead. [This part has been deleted cos it may get me into trouble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and lao sai, then after lying down for awhile, I chucked up on the floor 4 times straight and my poor ahmah had to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Happy shitday to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-8107073363089556876?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8107073363089556876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=8107073363089556876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8107073363089556876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/8107073363089556876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-shitday-to-you.html' title='Happy shitday to you'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7924361262465580386</id><published>2008-05-27T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T04:10:50.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T read this post</title><content type='html'>Life is so damn stupid sometimes. How come Sham &amp;amp; Kopi can teach continue teaching us and those NICER teachers hav to go away? ): Life just sucks like that. Oh well. The June HolyDays arent very "holy" aye? Their just so full of crappy shizz they shld be called The June Holy&lt;strong&gt;Crap&lt;/strong&gt;Days. Aaahh this juz sucks to the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(apple)&lt;/span&gt;core. I.need.FUN. Stupid.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bodoh.&lt;/span&gt; Smartassss.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pandai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tahi.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hit. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mampos.&lt;/span&gt;Die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SIAL.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lenger. [ohmyshizz that was totally random O.O]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;This part is to no one in particular:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can you keep ur bloody opinions to urself. If they did a good job, juz &lt;strong&gt;admit it&lt;/strong&gt;. I bet it isn't nice to find that once in a while, you're &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. You cant judge someone based on &lt;strong&gt;first impressions&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;past mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;. That didn't take you very far &lt;strong&gt;did it&lt;/strong&gt;? You do stuff behind our backs, &lt;strong&gt;as if I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;. You just hav &lt;strong&gt;a lot to hide&lt;/strong&gt; don't you? You &lt;strong&gt;waste your time&lt;/strong&gt; fooling around while other ppl are working their asses off and you &lt;strong&gt;condemn&lt;/strong&gt; their work? Juz cause you &lt;strong&gt;used to&lt;/strong&gt; have problems with them. They're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the one &lt;strong&gt;with issues&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DOES BIATCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have a feeling i'll regret typing this. But right now &lt;strong&gt;i don't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7924361262465580386?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7924361262465580386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7924361262465580386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7924361262465580386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7924361262465580386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-read-this-post.html' title='DON&apos;T read this post'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7996094543365817903</id><published>2008-05-27T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:46:46.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people just suck</title><content type='html'>Soon Kueh's life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks eveyone owes her a living, but no one wants to do stuff for her.  She flirts with guys too old for her, guys too young for her, and even gay guys.  Sadly, no one wants her.  Her eyebrows are plucked too arched and too thinly, so it makes her look even sulkier than she already is.  (Hah, more wrinkles for her!)  And yesterday, her phone dropped into the longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the agony.  Some people have all the misfortune.  And I show no sympathy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a loser.  She was standing there waiting for us to greet her goodbye, when suddenly her phone dropped into the longkang, and she lifted off the longkang cover and stood around looking alarmed, being a helpless damsel in distress.  Then as we approached, she made Pris go and pick it up for her and dust off all the crappy leaf stuff from her phone pouch for her.  Your own phone drop, then dont even dare to go near one small dry shallow longkang and take, how can you ask someone about ten years  younger than you to go and get it for you?!  If you can touch the longkang cover, why cant  you reach into the longkang and retrieve YOUR OWN damn phone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, from the bottom of my heart, I seriously seriously hope that her phone spoilt.  And that it was an expensive one too.  I say ORH BI QUEK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7996094543365817903?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7996094543365817903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7996094543365817903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7996094543365817903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7996094543365817903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-people-just-suck.html' title='Some people just suck'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5552982546755122321</id><published>2008-05-22T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:43.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID COOK, AMERICAN IDOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY EVERYONE, &lt;em&gt;DAVID COOK&lt;/em&gt; IS 2008'S AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203113144295406546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SDUr1mPku9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DhqAhO-3oao/s400/David_Cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy for him! He has been my favourite ever since Danny got booted. His voice is so sexy! And it's damn powerful, it's almost impossibly unreal. He can sing any song, even the most disgusting of disgusting songs, and make it sound good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was getting really scared for him, cos I know alot of crazy teenage fangirls and old grannies would vote for David Archuleta.  But hey, he did win in the end!  I don't know why Simon kept slamming him yesterday.  Especially his second song.  It was freaking awesome and I could have listened to it a hundred times, but Simon didn't like it, and kept saying "Round 1 goes to Archuleta", "Round 2 goes to Archuleta", Archuleta this Archuleta that.  Hurh no taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that David Archuleta isnt good lah, and not that I dislike him or anything.  His voice is really good for a 17 year old.  But it's just not my type, its too sweet and clean.  And he only sings those kind of slow slow ballad type things, but David Cook can sing anything, from hard rock to sentimental etc etc.  And David Cook is an awesome performer, I like the way he rocks out with his trademark AC guitar, and I can feel high watching it even though I'm not the one playing the guitar.  And Archuleta moves weirdly.  Like he is constantly constipated.  And then for some reason he has this kind of poot face when receiving the judges comments, like he screws up his eyes and gets all weird and moves stiffly.  Not that he is ugly or anything.  He's cute lah.  But in that baby baby i-want-to-pinch-your-cheeks kind of cute, not the ooh-so-handsome-i-want-you-for-my-boyfriend kind of cute.  I must applaud him though, for such a young dude to have such a powerful voice and to come all the way to the finals, that's just unreal.  He's damn good lah.  Just that I prefer Cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK ON, DAVID COOK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5552982546755122321?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5552982546755122321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5552982546755122321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5552982546755122321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5552982546755122321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-american-idol.html' title='DAVID COOK, AMERICAN IDOL!'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SDUr1mPku9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/DhqAhO-3oao/s72-c/David_Cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7846424441507093477</id><published>2008-05-22T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:43.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is a rabbit</title><content type='html'>Today when I arrived at school, I was greeted with the most bizzare sight ever. The security guard wasnt in his usual spot at the security guard post, and instead, in that place, there was a random RI dude talking to a giant rabbit. The giant rabbit was actually another random RI dude in a rabbit suit lah. They were promoting something (I cant remember what) and wanted supporters or something like that, I dont know, I wasnt paying attention to what they were saying. But the rabbit had nothing to do with whatever they were talking about. Maybe he just dressed up as a rabbit in hope that random RGS girls would go and up and hug him or something. I took a photo with the rabbit guy! Haha. I asked the other non-rabbit guy whether I could take a picture with his rabbit, and he said "Sure sure, go ahead! You can even hug him!" But I didn't hug him lah, cos its some strange RI guy who I dont even know, and that would be just damn weird. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203108449896151986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SDUnkWPku7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O8W4IHVAv50/s400/me+and+rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much to your disappointment, he's not in one of those slut type playboy playmate bunny costumes you were thinking about. It's the fat mascot kind which is often seen in shopping centres giving out balloons to kids. Or gets kicked around by MCR in the I'm Not Okay video.  Don't we make a very cute couple.  ^_^  Aiyah I should have tied two ponytails today, then can match his ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was tempted to tell him, "Hey, did you know that rabbits reproduce very fast?" but then decided not to cos its too malu and who knows what might happen, cos deprived people often get the wrong message.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh shit i just realised that he looks like he's wanking :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7846424441507093477?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7846424441507093477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7846424441507093477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7846424441507093477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7846424441507093477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-boyfriend-is-rabbit.html' title='My boyfriend is a rabbit'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SDUnkWPku7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/O8W4IHVAv50/s72-c/me+and+rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-801690111697564631</id><published>2008-05-12T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:18:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ch*na Nailpolish</title><content type='html'>My ahmah gave me these bottles of nailpolish she got free from buying some cosmetics, and since I was bored with nothing to do I decided to paint my toenails.  And it SUCKS!  It wasn't smooth at all and so it was damn hard to apply.  And then after painstakingly painting every one of my toenails, I realised, after 6 bloody hours, that it DOSENT DRY.   6 BLOODY HOURS NEVER DRY OKAY!  What sort of crap is this, even bird shit dries lor.  And then I accidentally got some on my hands, and after that my hands started PEELING LIKE A DAMN PEELY POTATO.  JUST LIKE ZR.  Urgh I am so boycotting Ch*na sia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-801690111697564631?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/801690111697564631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=801690111697564631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/801690111697564631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/801690111697564631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-chna-nailpolish.html' title='Stupid Ch*na Nailpolish'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7623097945204091238</id><published>2008-05-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:44.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roar And The Hee Haw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me and Messed Up created an analogy on mats (the malay guy, not the thing on the floor which the cat just peed on) and ah bengs. It's kinda ironic cos I created the mat one and she created the beng one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.  Here's the analogy:  Mats are like....LIONS! Roar. Cos they are nice to look at but very very scary x_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199633270580290066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCjO6Sc9ohI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BTji1uehQH8/s400/lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bengs are like...HORSES! Cos they have very long hair which comes in a nice variety of colours! And they flip their hair too.  Plus they got skinny legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199633511098458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCjPISc9oiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2AAxFyS0dIY/s400/horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg all the mats and bengs will come and clobber us man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7623097945204091238?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7623097945204091238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7623097945204091238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7623097945204091238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7623097945204091238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/roar-and-hee-haw.html' title='The Roar And The Hee Haw'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCjO6Sc9ohI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BTji1uehQH8/s72-c/lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-932780783702664656</id><published>2008-05-09T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:44.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Jonas!</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; here are some fotos frm my snr! [with quotations frm her] *note: I'm not obsessed with them. she is.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SCQiMmuf1qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oEZB_srLTTg/s1600-h/joe_unglam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198317469841741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SCQiMmuf1qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oEZB_srLTTg/s400/joe_unglam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe says: "Buzz off. Im eating rather un-glamly here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SCQiM2uf1rI/AAAAAAAAABE/7dIYj2Yi7sA/s1600-h/THEM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198317474136708786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SCQiM2uf1rI/AAAAAAAAABE/7dIYj2Yi7sA/s400/THEM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin: Holy Jonas what's that SMELL?! JOE!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe: NIIICKK... u know this place has no ventilation*glares*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick: opps. sorry heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So damn funnayye! &amp;amp; cute! hahahaa. ok Video Time!! WARNING: for no bleeding ears or burst eardrums, TURN DOWN UR VOL. AT THE START.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lvsO5P5UKE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lvsO5P5UKE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a toaster. heh. can't u think of a smarter ans Joe?? (not that ur gonna see this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-932780783702664656?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/932780783702664656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=932780783702664656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/932780783702664656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/932780783702664656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-jonas.html' title='More Jonas!'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SCQiMmuf1qI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oEZB_srLTTg/s72-c/joe_unglam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-487192214995480875</id><published>2008-05-06T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:06:10.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Jonas</title><content type='html'>Once again, Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRtWcVJckvw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRtWcVJckvw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK JOE JONAS IS DAMN FUNNY CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk1MANaha9k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lk1MANaha9k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the tables have turned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-487192214995480875?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/487192214995480875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=487192214995480875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/487192214995480875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/487192214995480875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-jonas.html' title='Oh my Jonas'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-7474043636154830978</id><published>2008-05-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:46.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg Franklin Anthony Iero what is WRONG with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got the fright of my life. Abi sent me this link to this website which is full of MCR pics (yay), and then I was clicking around randomly cos being the MCR freak I am, I wanted to find more pics. And look what I found (brace yourselves) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SB_90h0FPGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B4qzsie0Cek/s1600-h/thumb_frankkerrangjan08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SB_90h0FPGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B4qzsie0Cek/s400/thumb_frankkerrangjan08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197151573880683618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T_T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you believe this is FRANKLIN ANTHONY IERO, RHYTHM GUITARIST OF MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE, BORN ON 31ST OCTOBER 1981, NEW JERSEY?!?!!?!??!?!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was a demented photo of Ger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ard, but then I looked closer and saw the top left hand corner of the pic happily taunting me, "FRANK IERO, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE" Omg what is WRONG with him, what's with the long hair and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moustache&lt;/span&gt;??  And where's that delicious fringe??  Where is my this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCADth0FPII/AAAAAAAAAE0/DRlUgNUem_Q/s1600-h/frank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCADth0FPII/AAAAAAAAAE0/DRlUgNUem_Q/s400/frank2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197158050691366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCADth0FPJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yfgmJlUQbPg/s1600-h/frank3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCADth0FPJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yfgmJlUQbPg/s400/frank3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197158050691366034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And my this one?(This is one of my personal fave pics, damn cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAMLB0FPKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T0p_e0NRLsw/s1600-h/frank4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAMLB0FPKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T0p_e0NRLsw/s400/frank4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197167353590529186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And my this one?(So loving his shirt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAMLB0FPLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d9r8UW4N_H4/s1600-h/frank5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAMLB0FPLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/d9r8UW4N_H4/s400/frank5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197167353590529202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where is my handsome Frank?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me, or are they all putting on weight? I saw one or two fat Ray and Frank and Gerard photos. I hope they were just bad pics at weird angles. &gt;_&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beard.  &lt;/span&gt;Dude is he trying to become like Santa Claus or something. o_O And there were pics of Mikey with Gerard-style hair. They look quite alike each other actually, I never noticed, cos other times Mikey is with short hair. I love his shirt! (See pic below. It says "MIKEY FUCKIN WAY") The only thing was that he frickin PINNED UP HIS FRINGE. It looks kind of girly. Bob is the only one who looks sane. But then again there aint much pics of him cos he dosen't like cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCASqB0FPMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iSPWt_NN6_0/s1600-h/thumb_51850441429200840004PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCASqB0FPMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iSPWt_NN6_0/s400/thumb_51850441429200840004PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197174483236240578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikey with his pretty hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dont get me wrong though, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still love MCR&lt;/span&gt; as much, if not, even better than I first started liking them. And I will continue loving them even if theyre ugly or handsome, gay or straight, married or single, bearded or not bearded, moustached or not moustached, obese or anorexic, asleep or dead, or whatever, so long as they continue to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rock on with their music&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah. Im just feeling slightly disturbed thats all. (And it dosent help that for some reason, my aprostophe and slash and arrow keys arent co-operating with me today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: All you anuses who are about to spam with nasty comments about "EEE Frank so ugly" or "Ray's hair is gay" or "Gerard is an ahkwa" or whatever, you can keep it up yourself, cos these people are amazing, and anyway your Wu Zun or Rain or Snow or whatnot also dont look that nice and not say very awesome lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAV2B0FPNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xYpHwQf7j6Q/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SCAV2B0FPNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xYpHwQf7j6Q/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197177987929554130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MCR forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-7474043636154830978?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7474043636154830978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=7474043636154830978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7474043636154830978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/7474043636154830978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-franklin-anthony-iero-what-is-wrong.html' title='Omg Franklin Anthony Iero what is WRONG with you'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SB_90h0FPGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B4qzsie0Cek/s72-c/thumb_frankkerrangjan08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5376243987921783203</id><published>2008-05-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:47.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>We are currently about 2 days, no make that 1-and-a-half days away from liberation. &amp;amp; we won't be spouting such merepek stuff (crap) in here. but then again, maybe we would. cos of the after-exam fever. I'm currently in slacker mode although im s'pose to be mugging [bioL]-ogy. WTH I MUG ENOUGH ALR LA WAHLAO. fullstop. i won't mug till tmr for math. okok on to better stuff. y'know i just felt like posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AfnCxhhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7JVU7z2qAQM/s1600-h/dramatic+irony.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196873038065403410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AfnCxhhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7JVU7z2qAQM/s400/dramatic+irony.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NICE?NICE? NICE RIGHT! ^_^ so coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drumrolls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. THE JONAS BROTHERS(: their newest album is coming out on JULY 8TH! mark your calendars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgHCxhiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iil-pZmU8gE/s1600-h/JB_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196873046655338018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgHCxhiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iil-pZmU8gE/s400/JB_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgHCxhjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aKFHWMvPQK4/s1600-h/JOSBROS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196873046655338034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgHCxhjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aKFHWMvPQK4/s400/JOSBROS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI, i din't do this, found it of the internet. i forgot what's the website but if the creator ever sees this, THANKS IT SO CUTE ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND LASTLY. . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgXCxhkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o-pWnodWoTs/s1600-h/JOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196873050950305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AgXCxhkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o-pWnodWoTs/s400/JOE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JOSEPH ADAM JONAS. OMabcdeFG. (roflmao)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY STRESS HAS BEEN RELIEVED. Bio BRING IT ON MAN. MATH I AM SO READY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&amp;amp; that's the end man"&lt;/span&gt; -credits to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ms yeoh&lt;/span&gt; The cutest teacher EVER(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5376243987921783203?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5376243987921783203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5376243987921783203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5376243987921783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5376243987921783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SB8AfnCxhhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7JVU7z2qAQM/s72-c/dramatic+irony.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-2348294939790362052</id><published>2008-05-02T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typo or...?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone knows about Pretz, that Pocky lookalike which has no cream, and has used it at one point in time of their lives or another, be it to pick their noses, conduct an orchestra performance, or, if they're cheapo enough, use them as birthday candles.  It's quite a common sight to see people walking around the canteen with original, spicy, and pizza flavoured Pretz sticking out of their mouths, but then one day I saw one of my friends (can't remember which one) eating THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBrebh0FPFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tEXnF4d0SXs/s1600-h/camerapictures+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBrebh0FPFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tEXnF4d0SXs/s400/camerapictures+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195709684639939666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  LARB&lt;/span&gt; FLAVOURED PRETZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Larb.  LARB.  What the hell is that?!  Surely it's not a typo of lard?!  But then again, if it were lard, the Pretz wouldnt be in sticks anymore, it would be in balls.  Or chunks.  Or rolls.  Or layers.  Or any other way a fat thing lies around, whatever. Yes I know it's spicy, (thanks very much for that cute self-explanatory little cartoon chilli, but my tastebuds are perfectly functioning) but other than that, it's just a whole big fucking mystery.  It dosent even taste like anything I can identify.  All I know is that its spicy, and that it's nice enough to eat, but I was getting kind of insecure cos I didnt know what exactly I was putting in my mouth.  And what's that bowl of mysterious stuff down there on the box which looks like mushy mealworms?  Is THAT Larb? o_O I really wonder wth that is.  Vic just told me to google it, but I'm scared that a pic of someone's dirty labia will spring up on me.  Sounds like the kind of thing right?  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT my curiosity is killing me so I shall be brave! *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And it turns out that this Larb thing is actually just an innocent Thai meat salad dish.  What an anticlimax.  I was hoping to find something much much more  interesting. :( What a bloody anticlimax!  Oh well at least I know what I was eating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-2348294939790362052?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2348294939790362052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=2348294939790362052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2348294939790362052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/2348294939790362052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/typo-or.html' title='Typo or...?'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBrebh0FPFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tEXnF4d0SXs/s72-c/camerapictures+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4784062052452923215</id><published>2008-04-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:47.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no logic, it's just bio(murmurs of the heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBZ_bx0FPBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mHqElWgjJ-0/s1600-h/bio+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBZ_bx0FPBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mHqElWgjJ-0/s400/bio+song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194479335423425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY NICE RIGHT.  I wrote it myself.  ^_^  But then I added some more stuff.  The one on top is the old one.  Here's the new one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop pulling on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heartstrings&lt;/span&gt; like I am some puppet of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're gonna make me snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;host&lt;/span&gt; to this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;infection&lt;/span&gt; of you that's spreading inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could burst anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've become this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;parasite&lt;/span&gt; that's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;living off&lt;/span&gt; my misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life is now one big &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep inside, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart hollers out but all you hear is a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; murmur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep inside, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haemorrhagic fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to scream but what comes out is merely a whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE NICE NICE NICE? I made it from all the bio terms we learnt.  (bio terms in red)Everytime I try to mug bio I end up writing some lyrics.  -_-  But I can't find a tune to it though.  :( You know I think I should give up school and go start a band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4784062052452923215?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4784062052452923215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4784062052452923215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4784062052452923215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4784062052452923215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-no-logic-its-just-biomurmurs-of.html' title='It&apos;s no logic, it&apos;s just bio(murmurs of the heart)'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBZ_bx0FPBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mHqElWgjJ-0/s72-c/bio+song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-6984230158637068146</id><published>2008-04-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:47.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalkboard scribbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBrx0FPCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k-fzfxoJ_rE/s1600-h/tables+hav+turned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBrx0FPCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k-fzfxoJ_rE/s400/tables+hav+turned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194481809324588066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how the tables have turned!  (Go see the vid that Little Miss Messed Up was raving about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBsB0FPDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Oe21zyf6-k/s1600-h/the+gate+is+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBsB0FPDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Oe21zyf6-k/s400/the+gate+is+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194481813619555378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha we erased the partition dividing our side of the board from the other math teacher's side and drew all these mobbers chionging.  Then someone told me it looked like a parade and in a sudden moment of inspiration, I thought of Good Charlotte's Broken Hearts Parade and MCR's Black Parade.  And there you have it :)  Too bad there isn't any black chalk.  Maybe I should make some and earn alot of money.  All the emos will buy.  And who knows, it might be the newest fashion accessory, instead of eyeliner, they use chalk.  Or maybe it could act as blusher or something ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBsR0FPEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/25WW5yrA7Wg/s1600-h/wdv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBsR0FPEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/25WW5yrA7Wg/s400/wdv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194481817914522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DANNY NORIEGA!!!! AHHHHHH!  He is just TOO MUCH TO HANDLE.  Yeah, TMTH stands for too much to handle, NOT tomato head or teenage mutant toxic head or whaaatever *waves hands around head like Danny*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-6984230158637068146?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6984230158637068146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=6984230158637068146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6984230158637068146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/6984230158637068146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/chalkboard-scribbles.html' title='Chalkboard scribbles'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SBaBrx0FPCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/k-fzfxoJ_rE/s72-c/tables+hav+turned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-4836937343628634816</id><published>2008-04-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:40:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood blood, gallons of the stuff.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a shitday.   It all started during History lesson, where we watched some old old black and white video and I nearly fell asleep.  Then followed by Geog which isnt much fun either.  From then on the rest of the day was shitty.  I felt like a pile of dung.  Bloody PMS.  (Literally bloody)And then when I went to pee, I dripped blood on my shoe and sock when I was pulling up my panties wtf?!  At first I didn't notice but then when I wanted to tie my shoelace I saw three lovely drops of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bright red&lt;/span&gt;.  o_O  And then after that the day got shittier cos during English we watched Black Adder and we saw the saggy ass of some orgy participating waiter.  The show was nice though.  Urgh no mood to blog today, so this is a super unentertaining post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah btw I am not RiotGirl anymore I am The Girl At The Rock Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you fell in love with the girl at the rock show.  She said "why?" and you told her that you didn't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-4836937343628634816?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4836937343628634816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=4836937343628634816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4836937343628634816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/4836937343628634816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/blood-blood-gallons-of-stuff.html' title='Blood blood, gallons of the stuff.'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1517298728980301275</id><published>2008-04-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:48.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd things &amp; the Random</title><content type='html'>Wassup all you random people out there!&lt;br /&gt;We see the weirdest things everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SBSUP3CxhfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnbGzs8x2vY/s1600-h/04042008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193939270459557362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SBSUP3CxhfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnbGzs8x2vY/s320/04042008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronald Mcdonald's face. Maybe he fell face down in the dirt! AWWW... He lost his 2 front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;RiotGirl must have punched his lights out. hmm.. BAD GIRL. *wags finger like KOPI* "It's impOOOrtant that you give back to SOCIETAAYYE." *sticks bum out like shes constipated and needs to force the crap out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SBSUQHCxhgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fux8rsdhSjU/s1600-h/26042008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193939274754524674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SBSUQHCxhgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fux8rsdhSjU/s320/26042008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH THE HORROR! DON'T look at the CANCELLED OUT PART! *gasp* It was in this crossword thing where we had to find the word OBOR, like, a few gazillion times. Polluting our angelic minds! *halo appears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's more stuff that we see. But we dont go ard with our camera in our hands like some kinda I-must-capture-everything-in-my-camera-to-remember-this-fateful-day-when-I-came-to-Singapore tourist. OR like those my-grin-is-so-big-it-outdid-the-camera-flash little girls with the two pigtails and pink frilly frock in some photo which will end up in a photo frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sold at the departmental store cos' they dont have any better photos to put there. BUT OF COURSE, theres some other thing which is unrelated to the title!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE THE JONAS BROTHERS! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk1MANaha9k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk1MANaha9k&lt;/a&gt; WATCH IT! GOGOGOGOGO NOW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh why you still reading??! GO NOW!! NOWNOWNOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1517298728980301275?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1517298728980301275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1517298728980301275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1517298728980301275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1517298728980301275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/odd-things-random.html' title='Odd things &amp; the Random'/><author><name>Little Miss Messed Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08878519918703031746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/THKUgcKdYEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I935iZ3GQu4/S220/39250_1354519227858_1377770519_888629_7222847_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mGpoFDvj2WA/SBSUP3CxhfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HnbGzs8x2vY/s72-c/04042008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-472421575599353603</id><published>2008-04-23T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:03:20.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisey!</title><content type='html'>Omg something really damn embarrassing happened to me today.  During dance when I was waiting for my turn to go in, me and Az and some other people were monkeying around on the rock wall.  I finished climbing to the red line already, so I started to make my way down, but there was some tinyass rock that was too damn hard to reach, so I just jumped down.  And my skirt got fricking stuck on one rock and WHEE it flew up.  And I was hanging over there with my legs kicking around like some stuck chicken.  And it looked like those cartoons where the pants of the person gets ripped off on some high place and the person is hanging by his undies or something.  Omg so malu can.  But lucky today I had the sense to wear my PE pants so thankfully no one got to catch a glimpse of my hot pink princess barbie panties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-472421575599353603?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/472421575599353603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=472421575599353603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/472421575599353603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/472421575599353603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/paisey.html' title='Paisey!'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-1899662087037353493</id><published>2008-04-23T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:29:48.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape Padang</title><content type='html'>Sham forced us to stay back for extra Maths lesson today cos apparently we are "behind time".(Adjust the clock lah, walou stupid) It was chao pointless really cos we didn't even cover the exam topics, she just went on and taught us something irrelevant.  Even a slacker like me could have gone home and been more productive than her. (Though I don't think she can menstruate or give birth anymore anyway.  But that's a different story) Anyway we didn't listen at all.  Instead, this is what we did throughout the whole lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SA8NUx0FPAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jwKfq_Rmmm4/s1600-h/grapepadang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SA8NUx0FPAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jwKfq_Rmmm4/s400/grapepadang.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192383546001800194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sab's graph pad, extreme makeover! BEHOLD, THE YUMMILICIOUS GRAPE PADANG!  Even better than Nasi Padang!  You can click on the pic to enlarge.  It all started with me making a flower out of that little grey circle at the top of the paper, then the whole thing went crazy.  (I don't know why people bother printing designs like this.  What is the significance of a stupid grey circle in the middle of nowhere?? Waste damn ink, then we got to pay more.  Moneysuckers.) You see that little stick figure pinned down by the protractor?  Yeah, that's our beloved Sham.  Oh how the tables have turned!  Even her beloved tools have started to backstab her.  Sad.  Haha I love the protractor's nipples. :) I mean how often do people get a chance to be born with shiny silver nipples? One in a bagillion, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-1899662087037353493?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1899662087037353493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=1899662087037353493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1899662087037353493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/1899662087037353493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/grape-padang.html' title='Grape Padang'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ9ez7GT8oM/SA8NUx0FPAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jwKfq_Rmmm4/s72-c/grapepadang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062556884619259267.post-5665733440437803091</id><published>2008-04-21T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:20:44.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo my other brother from another mother!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT is ending in 5 min. *sigh* Kopi's lesson next. Then got Kopi break ^_^ So ... ... This blog is for the random crap that happens in our random lives which are so random they don't even matter to random ppl like you who read random blogs like this. &amp;amp; that was a random sentence. &amp;amp; so we end this random post. Be sad, random person :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062556884619259267-5665733440437803091?l=dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5665733440437803091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2062556884619259267&amp;postID=5665733440437803091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5665733440437803091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2062556884619259267/posts/default/5665733440437803091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustyboxofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-my-other-brother-from-another-mother.html' title='Yo my other brother from another mother!'/><author><name>MermaidPrincess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YukeWBWo9es/Tb_3CMbQdLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Fap0sfu8-0A/s220/Rachel%2BYohannan%2Bphoto%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
