<?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-24811800</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:45:46.747+08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='dating'/><category term='Canon Ixus'/><category term='funny crap'/><category term='my opinions'/><title type='text'>.: LiFe iS a StaGe :.</title><subtitle type='html'>People has opinions, so do we.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>472</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8515652431666652404</id><published>2009-11-17T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:50:00.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>SoMethiNg NeW...</title><content type='html'>I checked my blog a few days ago and realized that I've not been blogging for months now. And since I've reached the &lt;i&gt;'not so busy period'&lt;/i&gt;, why not? So ignore the ipod template cause its only temporary, I'm just waiting for my muse to head me in the head and go &lt;i&gt;"you know what fez, you should do this"&lt;/i&gt;. Till then, just read if you're interested. That's why you came here in the first place, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start things off, I would just like to welcome you readers, if there are any. Old or new, whether you know me or not, I rather talk about utter crap then tell you what the hell happened in my life. So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BUDGET DATE #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figure I do this cause couples nowadays need new things in life. Things to spice up old relationships. And this was tested and proven to work. Oh, I ain't no guru of love so screw it if it doesn't work for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only cost &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;per person&lt;/i&gt;, and it comes with benefits. So here are the steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Have dinner at some affordable fast food outlet. My take, Mcdonalds will do just fine. If you're a student, even better &lt;b&gt;$6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Bring him/her to a lan shop. Pick those $2 or less per hour. Now, seat your ass in front of the computer and play for a minimum of two hours. Forget about winning, its all for the fun of it. &lt;b&gt;$4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Pick a game. My take? Pick &lt;b&gt;Left 4 dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Now play till your hearts content and boom! That's your date for &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;per person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;And why this? Simple. There are the advantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and if you're clueless about what the hell I'm talking about, please do read it up somewhere in wiki. I believe they have an article somewhere hidden in there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; You get to shoot zombies together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; You work together to safe each others ass from getting decapitated by the zombies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; You get to shout, scream, yell at your partner. All in the name of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, seriously. Try it to believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: HaPPy ShooTing :. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8515652431666652404?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8515652431666652404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8515652431666652404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8515652431666652404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8515652431666652404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-new.html' title='SoMethiNg NeW...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4124752014805005976</id><published>2009-08-05T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:44:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mother Teresa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello, its me Natasha. I am having alot of trouble dealing with the thoughts in my mind. And well, its hard. And then all of a sudden there was this one person who just made everything feel better. Just like that. And I want to share what I she said to me and many others with you. And take it to heart. It will make everything feel better. Even though its for a little while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered: forgive them anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; be kind anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; be honest anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; be happy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; do good anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; give the world the best you've got anyway. You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; it was never between you and them anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Mother Teresa. Wherever you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a lot of love and serenity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Natasha&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/24811800-4124752014805005976?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4124752014805005976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4124752014805005976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4124752014805005976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4124752014805005976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-its-me-natasha.html' title='Thanks Mother Teresa...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1497509253252257418</id><published>2009-06-28T07:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:35:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHat aLL ReD DoT...</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask a foreigner about Singaporeans, they would probably share the same thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Singaporeans are 'kiasu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Singaporeans love to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Singaporeans are 'kaypohs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though how much you don't want to admit it, yes somewhere inside our little hearts we share this attribute/s. I told myself, maybe the &lt;em&gt;'younger generation'&lt;/em&gt; would be excused from this stereotype but I guessed wrong. It's like a chain reaction, which makes us Singaporeans, either young or old. It's God's way of saying &lt;em&gt;'take it, now enjoy it'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give you a million and one reasons but I'll just state three for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Its how we were raised in a community where being the first means &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. Even if it means squeezing into a already packed MRT train. &lt;em&gt;(This would lead to another issue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Four races living on one dot, what did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; It's known world wide that Singapore is a safe country to live in &lt;em&gt;(but Mas Selamat had to spoil the record)&lt;/em&gt; so seeing something 'out of line' would be super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which comes to another point. Whoever came out with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.stomp.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was probably trying to promote the interest in journalism but now it looks more like a &lt;em&gt;'bitch corner'&lt;/em&gt;. People used to say &lt;em&gt;"I'll see you in court!"&lt;/em&gt;. Now their saying &lt;em&gt;"I'll see you in stomp, bitch"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cool to have a site where you share news, not about your bitch fit you had with a woman who called you a bitch for not buying stuff from her. I would say maybe 1 out of 10 would have substance for me but the rest are like personal attacks. Take this for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=76274"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=76274&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=76255"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=76255&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just let this people off. Do whatever they want to do instead of this online bullying. If you think about it. Singapore is super small. Share some thoughts, to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-1497509253252257418?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1497509253252257418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1497509253252257418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1497509253252257418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1497509253252257418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-all-red-dot.html' title='tHat aLL ReD DoT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3821522635491799873</id><published>2009-06-25T12:13:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:23:06.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the phase....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natasha Francisca Hamid is the phase to being in her own world and staying in there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;A girl can always fantasize cant she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please mind the careless spelling mistakes and errors as this entry was written with bursting excitement of not wanting to work at work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to start with my friend who i believe is Imaginary but I pretty much believed in him when I was alot younger. (Psst...my birthday's coming up... call me). Anyways, he is very much human and now I feel so happy that he belongs in the right place with the rest of his man-like primates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk1is0q0r4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/lM6s8jIKkF0/s1600-h/monkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354044054205411202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 288px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk1is0q0r4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/lM6s8jIKkF0/s400/monkey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; We use to plan everything together. From what colour socks to wear right down to the proper hygiene. Then I grew up and he cried his eye balls out when Ah Meng passed on and we decided its time to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Soon or later, I fell in love and realize that life is like a box of chocolates. Once you get the chocolates, add more sugar to make it more sweet and less bitter. Which brings me to my next fanatsy...my pre-wedding photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk1kHxGPqHI/AAAAAAAABlY/o17cN37I4eI/s1600-h/emo+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354045616614778994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 138px; height: 140px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk1kHxGPqHI/AAAAAAAABlY/o17cN37I4eI/s400/emo+cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I would not want something so mushy wushy because lets face it, I'm going to smell my husband's fart in the morning and make his coffee for him for work no matter how much he yells at me for having a bad morning. Of which bring me to the next point or piece of advise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Every morning should start with a little love. Telling your parents that you love them each morning maybe hard. So look in the mirror and tell yourself that you're wonderful and you love yourself. If you have the urge to hug yourself, do it behind close doors or share it with close friends. Dont want people to think you're some teletubby care bear freak right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm keeping the pre-wedding or engagement photo simple. And oh yes, very important, I'm the yellow one, in the picture that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course what would a wedding be without a wedding dress. These are my selections for the current moment with no cost price taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;For my hollywood bollywood overtop grand bang wedding, this dress is so the one. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk12684CtSI/AAAAAAAABlg/qVXv6S3Pn5g/s1600-h/002_primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354066287159063842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 309px; height: 340px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk12684CtSI/AAAAAAAABlg/qVXv6S3Pn5g/s400/002_primary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its is going to be a garden beach wedding so I'm just going to go barefoot and let the dress do its work. I just have to say. I love it....for now. Nonetheless, one fantasy dream is not enough. For my garden beach wedding Part 2, this is the dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk131RKMBDI/AAAAAAAABlo/QnchPHJsZqA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354067289036293170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 340px; height: 340px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk131RKMBDI/AAAAAAAABlo/QnchPHJsZqA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Red socks and boots not included please. But for this dress, I would definitely be wearing heels or some sort to complete the look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But what if it rains or my mummy decides to bring a hurricane my way for marrying the man that I love and she doesnt approve of? Yes yes, these precautions have to be taken into consideration. So this is what I thought of. I want a ballroom Validictiorian wedding. Nobody is allowed to wear a mask. NO NO NO! I want to entertain my guest and be able to thank them personally for coming. Even if I am just making a speech with my groom to be. Eye contact is very important. Furthermore, if you wear a mask, you would be missing on the intricate designs of my Ballroom Validictorian Dress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk157kuQG7I/AAAAAAAABlw/eBIC3bn0oPk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354069596390300594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 169px; height: 340px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk157kuQG7I/AAAAAAAABlw/eBIC3bn0oPk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price? Dont Ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now lets move on to the what ifs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What if my husband and I decide to celebrate our silver Anniversary (25 years)?&lt;br /&gt;2. What if i die of H1N1 or some other disease in the future and what to re-new my vows as my dying wish?&lt;br /&gt;3. What if I am just looking for a reason to wear this dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk18CQSh-eI/AAAAAAAABl4/iUwyqzuJZN0/s1600-h/when+i+want+to+renew+my+vows.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354071910187661794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 340px; height: 340px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk18CQSh-eI/AAAAAAAABl4/iUwyqzuJZN0/s400/when+i+want+to+renew+my+vows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Price? Affordable.&lt;br /&gt;Pure. Love.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cake. Athe moment I thinking of a more than 2 tier cake. Hold your breath but not your appetite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk19oZkPNPI/AAAAAAAABmA/m7TCbccuGrc/s1600-h/wedding+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354073665024505074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 285px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk19oZkPNPI/AAAAAAAABmA/m7TCbccuGrc/s400/wedding+cake+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Price? Hell, it doesnt matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would not want this exact cake of course, but certainly something along this line. More or less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Calling all painters and designers, you're more than welcome to share your designs with my groom and I. It would be a valued yet priceless wedding gift. If you can rejuvenate picasso, I have no comments except a VIP seat for you at my reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now for the guest list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love people and meeting new people and being around people and yeah, I cant invite so many people. Hafez said so. So I have come up with the Split Second Impulsive Guest List Requirements. If you meet these requirements, you're more than welcome to come and attend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. You know a celebrity and are able to bring them along to the wedding. Local celebrities not included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You mange to get us a ducati or porsche for our Just Married Wedding vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. You are an entertainer. No clowns and juggling please. All magicians welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. You have no curfew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Your best friend and date for the wedding is NOT your mum. But if desparate, she's also welcome.&lt;br /&gt;6. You love food. I dont like wasting food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. You are jolly, happy, and know when not to get drunk but how to get high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, for now, these are the sole requirements to be a guest at our wedding. Other than that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all are welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love loves from bride soon to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3821522635491799873?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3821522635491799873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3821522635491799873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3821522635491799873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3821522635491799873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-phase.html' title='In the phase....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/Sk1is0q0r4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/lM6s8jIKkF0/s72-c/monkey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7175299400386901717</id><published>2009-04-23T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:35:12.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman's Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hello, I just was contemplating and thinking that well something is up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Especially when some men abuse their authority as a husband by having affairs and abusing their wives and think that their wives are alright with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And with such stories that I have uncovered, I realize that we women are suppressed. Totek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well I think its time to end this era and let the tits rule for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But before we jump to such conclusions, lets evaluate a couple of case studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Right, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Case Study 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Jimmy Tan is a well known man of a prestigious advertising firm. He already has one wife. Recently, a business proposal had led him to Indonesia of where he met a cosmopolitan, sexy, all that in bed woman. She was young of course, compared to his wife who was already passed her 40s. So yeah, he married this chick and returned back to his country. Only thing is that he didn't bring his new wife along with him. Instead, he told both wives that he was TEMPORARILY MARRIED to appease both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What does TEMPORARILY MARRIED mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Simple. When Jimmy is in Indonesia he is married to the young chick. When he is in Singapore, he is not married to her but his 40 year old wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Now I have done my research and in both countries there is certainly no such constitution. Why did her marry her then? And by making such a statement, did he really love both of them equally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My guess is that young and lively beats old and lumpy anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But lets not make judgment just yet k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Case Study 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Sultan of Perak is a fine man of dignity and pride. He takes care of the country and as every king does, he has a queen by his side too. On a political business trip, he went to Thailand. Now, the women there are simply exotic.  I'm sure the Sultan can agree with me for he fell in love with a Thailand girl from a little village. However, the chief only said that if the Sultan agreed to marry her that he can have her. So that's exactly what he did. He did more too. He pampered his new bride with a luxurious house, car and all the 5Cs that I wish I had too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Now, he returned back to Perak with his new bride. The queen of course was furious. But what could she do? Her power was not as poignant as that of the king. She was forced to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Which brings me to these questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a) how can you marry another without your wife's consent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;b) how are you treating each wife equally when you have already defied one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anyways, this queen was smart. She hired a bomoh and got the new bride murdered. It was a brutal one too. And of course due to the country's indiscretion, the bomoh was not convicted and the Sultan and Queen are still married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What do I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I think the Queen would make an awesome villain for a Batman Movie. And she can do it without even lifting a finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Case Study 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Men in countries such as Pakistan believe that it is God's will to rape woman. However, this men are blinded by ignorance. They are not educated let alone been to school and base all their beliefs on people who can read the Quran but not interpret it. But since, the government cant be bothered with such crimes, the woman can't do much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Sad isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Yeah, as I was saying, we woman are suppressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that yes, it is a sin to get divorced. But you mean to tell me that God wishes for you to continue in a marriage where you are abused emotionally more than mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I mean, come on, which wife would really want her husband to marry another? Of course, she would do it out of love to keep her husband happy. But when you really think about it, the poor woman would be living a lie for the rest of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I repeat, sad isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;However, we don't live in Pakistan or Afghanistan or countries as such where the men treat the woman well like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;We live in a hot sunny tropical damn fucking humid Singapore. And hell we have rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So if you have a man in your life, doing something behind your back, please please please make sure you got your facts right first. He could be planning a trip for the 2 of you to the Bahamas and we wouldn't want that plan going down the drain now would we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So yes, get your facts right, get witness and if all the bits fall into the right places for all the wrong reasons, don't be afraid to kick some balls. Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Which bring me to the next point....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SfBqxoMsb3I/AAAAAAAABlA/8k9pCcR0wQs/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SfBqxoMsb3I/AAAAAAAABlA/8k9pCcR0wQs/s400/DSC00886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327875760016093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATASHA FRANCISCA HAMID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Services: Eccentric Lawyer and Private Investigator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Specialties: finding the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Price: negotiable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*Cup noodles not included during meetings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Love Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7175299400386901717?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7175299400386901717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7175299400386901717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7175299400386901717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7175299400386901717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/04/womans-rights.html' title='Woman&apos;s Rights'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SfBqxoMsb3I/AAAAAAAABlA/8k9pCcR0wQs/s72-c/DSC00886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-588677935404546862</id><published>2009-04-19T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:46:59.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaYbe i ShoULd dO iT aGaiN...</title><content type='html'>If you're not a movie goer or someone who sits behind the laptop watching free streaming movies or 'legally' downloaded shows, its about time to head down to the theater for some great movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this 'its better to safe' kinda attitude towards watching a movie but some movies are worth watching on the big screen compared to your 30" plasma TV. And for the record, I don't recommend going to the movie theater opposite Tang's shopping mall. Go figure. I don't wanna get sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend you watch the fourth installation to the 'Fast and Furious'. It's a continuation from the 'Too fast Too Furious' movie. My opinion would be that Tokyo Drift was just something they wanted to try to sell but just couldn't make the cut. People prefer seeing imports and American muscle cars going head on with one another while sexy Latino girls flag them off at the start line compared to the Tokyo girls who just go 'Seto'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story stars two favourites, Vin Diesel and Paul Walker, trying to get the same person for different reasons. Vin wants the guy for killing his wife while Paul wants him for dealing drugs into the city. Some how the two get inter twine with each other and put in a good story line and some fast moving cars, not forgetting the camera angles of just asses, and bam! You.ve got yourself a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocQe_ZyTI/AAAAAAAABk4/Bjl66QLm2-U/s1600-h/fast-furious-4-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326100578841512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocQe_ZyTI/AAAAAAAABk4/Bjl66QLm2-U/s400/fast-furious-4-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocKEyMC0I/AAAAAAAABkw/NIvgpJnuQ8w/s1600-h/article_mycontest_taken.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken is another movie you should watch starring Liam Neeson. The story begins with Liam's daughter being kidnapped in Paris with Amanda, her friend. Using his past abilities and sources, he hunts the kidnappers and forces them to return his only child. In the whole event of doing this, he is constantly being tagged by the police for disrupting the peace in Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good show worth the cost but the ending would be quite disappointing. But do check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocJ1WtiXI/AAAAAAAABko/NKkBga-LHFw/s1600-h/article_mycontest_taken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326100464585771378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocJ1WtiXI/AAAAAAAABko/NKkBga-LHFw/s400/article_mycontest_taken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: aNytiMe :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-588677935404546862?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/588677935404546862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=588677935404546862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/588677935404546862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/588677935404546862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-i-should-do-it-again.html' title='MaYbe i ShoULd dO iT aGaiN...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SeocQe_ZyTI/AAAAAAAABk4/Bjl66QLm2-U/s72-c/fast-furious-4-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5333723377763842319</id><published>2009-04-10T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:08:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So iT GoEs On...</title><content type='html'>Skip the formalities and lets head on down to business. Yes, its been a long time since I've updated daily but  I'll try from now on. Maybe put in a few knocks here and there just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about networking today. It's probably the biggest thing now. And it's used for different purposes and motives. Networking includes Facebook, Friendster, Myspace, Tagger, I don't know. There's so many. I lost count. It's so easy to use, even my youngest brother has his own account which makes me wonder, shouldn't there be a certain age limit for kids to be playing cause I can assure there are things in this places where they shouldn't be poking their heads in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to check Friendster every single minute of the day back in school but now it seems like the site has lost its charm and appeal. Facebook is probably the most popular site amongst teens now. So what makes Facebook more appealing to the general public? For different obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The amount of unlimited games you can play within the site itself.&lt;br /&gt;2. The different applications you can install to either punch or kiss your friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tagging your friends in the pictures so everyone knows who's the hot chick beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more. But when you think about it, it somewhat beats the purpose of being a networking site. I read it off somewhere before that this sites are actually places for people to be reunited with their old friends. Erm, I guess its just a cover up line for the site. Cause come on, we all know why the guys are there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the quizzes are super lame but effective when you're bored. Made me wonder the creator must have had alot of time on his hand to do such things. Wished I had that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.: FrieNds :.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5333723377763842319?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5333723377763842319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5333723377763842319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5333723377763842319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5333723377763842319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-it-goes-on.html' title='So iT GoEs On...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2204680042277134110</id><published>2009-03-02T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:32:50.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Besides warming my bed and eating free food, yes I've been well. Now, back to some pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to go to Taiwan, this are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don'ts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train Stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a girl, there's a special BLUE BOX for you to stand in at the platform after 11pm. If you're a guy, forget about trying to even come near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand on the right of the escalator if you're lazy. If you happen to block the way for whatever fuck reason, be prepared to pay $1500 NT. (I think its much more than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queue up if you're boarding the train, there's this dude that who enforces this rule. You don't want people staring at you while you look like an idiot being whistled by the dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do be polite and treat every individual like they know the English language. If they don't.... I won't give you any ideas. Go experiment yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do bargain cause they do give discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better buy the damn thing after you bargain for a good price. You don't want to see an angry Chinese dude with a 15 inch blade in his right hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for 'unwanted people'. If they try to con you, be polite and punch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking around town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to have a map with you but try to pull your Chinese buddy along when you go around. It's useful and better if they speak proper Mandarin and can read off the signboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this special boxes on the road for scooters so don't be alarmed if they suddenly drive pass you while you're crossing the road and come to a sudden stop 5 cm away from you. I call them Valanteeno Rosi. Chinese style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask around! They are very friendly people. And they will go the extra mile for you, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the girls from the North are prettier..... That didn't come from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.: LaZy :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-2204680042277134110?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2204680042277134110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2204680042277134110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2204680042277134110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2204680042277134110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4813626931689052036</id><published>2009-02-08T17:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:15:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTIONARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yesterday, Marie and I played &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pictionary&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is a guessing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Word game" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_game"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;word game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; published in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1985 in games" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1985_in_games"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;. The game is played with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Team" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Team"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Player (game)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Player_(game)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; trying to identify specific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Word" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; from their teammates' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Drawing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drawing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;drawings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I was saying, I was playing Pictionary with Marie yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She managed to guess all of my drawings within the given time limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I couldn't guess any of hers. Maybe you can.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6uNgkxzyI/AAAAAAAABjY/C9aduGUgRak/s1600-h/trim+and+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300365358567378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6uNgkxzyI/AAAAAAAABjY/C9aduGUgRak/s400/trim+and+cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Natasha's guesses: hair, side burns, short hair, long hair, bob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Correct answer: Trim and Cut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6vsmJb9OI/AAAAAAAABjg/NjCWHDmeeKk/s1600-h/sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300366992150885602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6vsmJb9OI/AAAAAAAABjg/NjCWHDmeeKk/s400/sword.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt guess this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All I had was rather dirty thoughts which I was rather sure wasnt the correct answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So Marie decided to draw something associated with it. She drew a shield.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6ylI9FHSI/AAAAAAAABjw/ETvfqOxxVSU/s1600-h/shield.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300370162590227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6ylI9FHSI/AAAAAAAABjw/ETvfqOxxVSU/s400/shield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha's guesses: clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Correct answer for the picture above above: Sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY60YlFVeZI/AAAAAAAABj4/1f1fbMBrrBU/s1600-h/soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300372145826003346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY60YlFVeZI/AAAAAAAABj4/1f1fbMBrrBU/s400/soap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Zooming in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY61Ttma6RI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZjKpLpiV7lM/s1600-h/soap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300373161724537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY61Ttma6RI/AAAAAAAABkI/ZjKpLpiV7lM/s400/soap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha's guesses: showering, bathtub, waiter, waitress, serving, serve, showerhead, shower serving, getting served while showering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Correct answer: Soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY62F0I6yoI/AAAAAAAABkQ/kfEQN0GANrY/s1600-h/lace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300374022473304706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY62F0I6yoI/AAAAAAAABkQ/kfEQN0GANrY/s400/lace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha's guesses: scrolls, scriptures, flowers, eggs, sausages, breakfast, lunch, dinner, branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Correct answer: lace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY62xjWCUvI/AAAAAAAABkY/vU78AMh0KIQ/s1600-h/cold+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300374773879165682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY62xjWCUvI/AAAAAAAABkY/vU78AMh0KIQ/s400/cold+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha's guesses: feet, stinky feet, smelly feet, foot, foot rot, feet box, feet cube, cubic feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Correct answer: cold feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Last one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY65_18ukoI/AAAAAAAABkg/H1mbFIXZmgg/s1600-h/clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300378317926339202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY65_18ukoI/AAAAAAAABkg/H1mbFIXZmgg/s400/clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Natasha's guesses: punk, mohawk, athena(my friend who use to have a mohawk), punk again, skinhead, riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Correct answer: clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Did you manage to guess any of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dear Marie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we should do this again one fine not so hot like today hot day. It was Fun. Sheer bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Natasha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4813626931689052036?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4813626931689052036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4813626931689052036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4813626931689052036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4813626931689052036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/02/marie.html' title='PICTIONARY'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SY6uNgkxzyI/AAAAAAAABjY/C9aduGUgRak/s72-c/trim+and+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8112144305426650947</id><published>2009-01-24T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:04:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNIFORMS VS TRENDS</title><content type='html'>People these days are complaining about how they have to wear uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People these days are complaining about how they cant decide what to wear to their polytechnic or university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say mix and match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a time table, carry heavy books or leave your books in class and have CCAs to attend to, you need at least four skirts and three blouse to mix and match.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a boy, forget the bermudas, it wont work. Forget the long pants, its too transparent. Forget it. I can't help you. I'm too girlie. Or maybe I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was fashionizing, Girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the 3 skirts to rotate around your Monday to Friday school days.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the 4th one into a mini.&lt;br /&gt;If you use culottes, ask your parents for money and buy a mini. Culottes don't quite make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Yes minies.&lt;br /&gt;Did I happen to mention that Anglo Chinese International has formal wear and jackets for their studenst?&lt;br /&gt;No? Well, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if your school has its own jacket or sweater or pull over. That's even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys can wear it with jeans and girsl can wear it with their mini skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXszViN42WI/AAAAAAAABjA/wamao5vmNGw/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXszViN42WI/AAAAAAAABjA/wamao5vmNGw/s400/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294882231959476578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go. Please don't wear your school shoes too. It will spoil the whole image.&lt;br /&gt;Wear a pair of converse or nice flats to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always complaining about sighting a person's butt cracks. Boys inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen enough to make my eyes burn. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you boys wore your uniform pants, it wouldn't be as bad.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you should wear it to look good in it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXs1LpLR_mI/AAAAAAAABjI/sPnH9AmEafE/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXs1LpLR_mI/AAAAAAAABjI/sPnH9AmEafE/s400/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294884261052153442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credits to Georgio Amarni. I hope I spelled the name right. I think they look nice and smart and sleek. I hope you do too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the butt cracks.&lt;br /&gt;Now girls, remember the forth skirt a I told you about. Yes, the mini. Buy a size large enough to fit around hips and not the waist.&lt;br /&gt;Tada! You now have a hipster.&lt;br /&gt;I think you should flaunt it like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXs29MYgKFI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8OOScDZZI9E/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXs29MYgKFI/AAAAAAAABjQ/8OOScDZZI9E/s400/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294886211828066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment the outfit with the jacket tied around your hips. Not waist. Hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always complain that I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;So I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loves,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8112144305426650947?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8112144305426650947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8112144305426650947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8112144305426650947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8112144305426650947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/01/uniforms-vs-trends.html' title='UNIFORMS VS TRENDS'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SXszViN42WI/AAAAAAAABjA/wamao5vmNGw/s72-c/DSC00353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4269765496290103880</id><published>2009-01-20T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:30:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThaTs wHy iTs a SiN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was out with the Delta boys at Ronald's place to celebrate the dude's birthday. A BIG shout out to my good buddy Ronald. Welcome to the world of the 20's man. But anyways, he taught us a game of Poker which I think got stuck to me eventually, gradually of course, over the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Singapore had this idea of making the Casino, which is coming up anyways, a lot of people were against it and even communities were set up for gambling addicts to kick the habit away. And so I know why such organizations were formed. Though we didn't play with physical money but the joy of having chips on the table on your side of course was enough to make a man moan, with orgasm if you put it in the wrong context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should try the game out. But if you have no chips and no proper table to play with, why not hit the night with a game or two online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/games/Governor_of_Poker"&gt;Governor of Poker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="135" src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/Governor_of_Poker180.gif" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to www.y8.com. Anything is possible. Give it a try, you'll learn why people can't seem to get enough of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: tHis aiN't a Sin iTs a GoD DamN onLine GamE :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4269765496290103880?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4269765496290103880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4269765496290103880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4269765496290103880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4269765496290103880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-why-its-sin.html' title='ThaTs wHy iTs a SiN....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5599786986288371139</id><published>2009-01-15T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:04:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VanDick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I want to share with you something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;There was this man who asked his with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Can we make love tonight?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The woman replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The man asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The woman replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"You don's satisfy me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Demoralized the man decided to go online to seek some answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;He came across this website,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"HOW TO SATISFY YOUR WIFE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;On the site, was a product, VAnDick, on how to satisfy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So the man met up with the man who sold the product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"This is bound to satisfy your wife,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;the man encouraged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"How does it work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Just say VanDick and the command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Let me demonstrate it to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The man pointed to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"VanDick The Door."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;VanDick started to vibrate, aimed for the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The door shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"VanDick The Window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;VAnDick started to vibrate, aimed for the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The window shattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pleased, the husband bought the product and tried it out it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Here love, try this," he told his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"VanDick Her Pussy," he commanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wohooooooooooooo! The wife was in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;After some time, she told her husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Darling, its getting painful. Make it stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The husband panicked. He didn't know how to make it stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Um, a, oh shit, erm, oh gosh, damn, i'll take you to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Maybe they can dismantle it or something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So they rushed to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Half way there, they were stopped by the traffic police. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Do you know how fast you were going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"I'm sorry officer but my wife she has the VanDick stuck and you know, I was she was, and we were, oh man, its the VanDick sir, we have tooo....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The officer replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Yeah yeah VanDick My ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;=) Natasha(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5599786986288371139?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5599786986288371139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5599786986288371139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5599786986288371139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5599786986288371139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/01/vandick.html' title='VanDick'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3391883706981023234</id><published>2009-01-07T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:00:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATASHA DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everybody dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And sometimes, it nice to share your dreams with someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Be it your mum, your dad or you best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you got no one to dream with, dream with me k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lets begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of having fancy cars and bikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of you riding with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of a candlelight dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dreams of us smoking under the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream having a fancy mansion and castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of you living with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us holding hands growing old together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of going on vacations with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us admiring each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of having kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us as puppies always in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of the birds and the bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us cuddling on the beach shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of becoming rich and famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us supporting each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of spending the holidays with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of everyday being a holiday with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of valentines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us admiring each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of hugs and kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of togetherness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of romantic walks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of piggy back rides along the sea shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of going on hikes and trekking with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us protecting each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of you always paying the breakfast, lunch and dinner meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us having a picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of happy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us staying happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of wishes coming true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of dreams coming through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes wishes don't come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But dreams can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So stop wasting your time wishing upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take a picture together, place it safely under your pillow and start dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pleasant dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3391883706981023234?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3391883706981023234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3391883706981023234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3391883706981023234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3391883706981023234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/01/natasha-dreams_07.html' title='NATASHA DREAMS'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-671506830545152250</id><published>2009-01-07T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:43:03.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATASHA DREAM'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everybody dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And sometimes it nice to share your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Especially with a loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you got no one to dream with, dream with me k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let's Begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of fancy cares and bikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of riding with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of a candle light dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of smoking under the stars with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of having a fancy mansion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of you living with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of getting married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us holding hands as we grow old together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of going on vacations with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us admiring each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of having kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us as puppies always in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of the birds and the bees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us cuddling on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of becoming rich and famous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us supporting each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of spending the holidays with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of everyday being a holiday when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of valentines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of you just noticing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of togetherness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of taking romantic walks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of piggy back rides along the sea shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of hiking and trekking with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us protecting each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of you always paying the breakfast, lunch and dinner bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us having a picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of happy memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us being happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of wishes hoping that they would come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dreams of dreams coming through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dream of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some wishes don't come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But dreams can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So stop wasting your time wishing upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So wasting time wishing that your loved one was beside you 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just take a picture of you two together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Place it safely under your pillow and start dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pleasant Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-671506830545152250?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/671506830545152250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=671506830545152250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/671506830545152250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/671506830545152250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2009/01/natasha-dreams.html' title='NATASHA DREAM&apos;S'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2128539895844168895</id><published>2008-12-29T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:31:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTs NiCe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42tmUkYAaJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42tmUkYAaJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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/24811800-2128539895844168895?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2128539895844168895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2128539895844168895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2128539895844168895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2128539895844168895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-nice.html' title='iTs NiCe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3384136912222985247</id><published>2008-12-01T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:20:06.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/STP7axBllMI/AAAAAAAABf0/td13DJtXtr4/s1600-h/kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/STP7axBllMI/AAAAAAAABf0/td13DJtXtr4/s400/kurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274836025836147906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is KURT COBAIN; (February 20, 1967 – April 5, 1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse made a pair of shoes in memory of him as seen by the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the shoes are found or owned, please sell on E-Bay. ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be making someone really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/STP7axBllMI/AAAAAAAABf0/td13DJtXtr4/s1600-h/kurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3384136912222985247?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3384136912222985247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3384136912222985247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3384136912222985247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3384136912222985247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-you-listen-up-above-is-kurt-kobain.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/STP7axBllMI/AAAAAAAABf0/td13DJtXtr4/s72-c/kurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8591810657093272491</id><published>2008-11-16T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:54:16.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThAt ConVerse ShOe...</title><content type='html'>So it has been awhile since we last updated so we shall leave you with a link to read up about Kurt Cobain. The lead singer of the band Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_cobain"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_cobain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out shopping, please help me find this pair of shoes. I'll love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103395362488498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SR-dnwViwLI/AAAAAAAABfc/vbOrrXsj9CA/s400/converse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SR-doJDqyyI/AAAAAAAABfs/TGeyflqZKls/s1600-h/funny0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: All I WaNt FoR ChriStmaS :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SR-dn0D6vfI/AAAAAAAABfk/eYR02sMF3Ak/s1600-h/funny-shirts-01.jpg"&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/24811800-8591810657093272491?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8591810657093272491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8591810657093272491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8591810657093272491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8591810657093272491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-converse-shoe.html' title='ThAt ConVerse ShOe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SR-dnwViwLI/AAAAAAAABfc/vbOrrXsj9CA/s72-c/converse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-382889196438825726</id><published>2008-11-06T09:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:23:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collages</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A collage is an artistic composition made of various materials (as paper, cloth, or wood) glued on a surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lets get started….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am creating a collage of your lives—a collage from the broken pieces of the difficulties you face, the battles you encounter, even the mistakes you make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;The more breakings I allow you to go through, the more material I have to work with in My design for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dear ones,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The deep difficulties and struggles of daily life are breaking you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the more pieces I have to work with, the more I can achieve with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The more you are broken in My hands, the more I can fashion you to become the person I created you to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;This collage is not meant to be just a pretty picture for people to look at, or a pretty design for people to admire— it is meant to be held up to the window of My light. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My light will shine through the stained glass window of your shattered pieces, revealing beautiful colors, enhancing depth, adding light and beauty to the lives of those who walk in your footsteps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Each trial that besets you is a new color, a new design within the window of your life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each difficulty is a new shattered piece that I can use to work with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I were to take away these difficulties, there would be holes and big gaps within My design. These difficulties complete My working within you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;You might feel that your lives would be simpler without these struggles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then you would also miss out on acquiring that beautiful jewel of experience‚ and others would miss out on the reflection and glow that piece would've brought them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;My experiences were different than yours, but if you'll look up at the window of My life on Earth, you'll see that I carry the same shattered pieces as your stained glass window. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;There are many shattered pieces of My life, shattered pieces of hard experiences, of difficulties, of trials, of sufferings, of temptations, of sorrow and tears—which My Father transformed within His hands into a marvelous and breathtaking display of hope‚ courage, faith, and utmost love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Look up‚ and view the window that displays the story of My life and experiences on Earth. I promise you that there is not one shattered piece within your window that you will not likewise find within Mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;I know that the glass feels sharp to your hands and the shattered pieces tear at your heart, but give them to Me and I will place them in proper perspective for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;I will frame them within the perfect will for your life, and there, they will no longer hurt you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Once these pieces are in My hands and once you learn to look at them the way I see them, then you can be free from the pain you initially felt as you experience the beautiful wonder that this new colored gem adds to your life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Look up! In looking up, you will see things the way I see them. You will see My light shining through your life, transforming any difficulty or ugliness into a vision of beauty and perfection… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;…And let the window of My life be an encouragement to you‚ too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-End-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;Here are collages of a couple of people I know and you know that made it through life despite all their hardship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJSZrD60dI/AAAAAAAABfM/59jZpP1it94/s1600-h/collage+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the left clockwise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Nightingale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MotherTheresa&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mendela&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And of course you could forget the man that is about to experience hardship.....&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJQ4jmqX_I/AAAAAAAABe8/V4JvoMJcs98/s1600-h/verbatim_obama.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265359846909829106" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJQ4jmqX_I/AAAAAAAABe8/V4JvoMJcs98/s1600-h/verbatim_obama.jpg" style="'width:300pt;height:190.5pt'" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\natasha\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.jpg" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJQ4jmqX_I/AAAAAAAABe8/V4JvoMJcs98/s400/verbatim_obama.jpg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;u3:p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJTPZxhk0I/AAAAAAAABfU/eFco1mbOxRI/s1600-h/verbatim_obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJTPZxhk0I/AAAAAAAABfU/eFco1mbOxRI/s400/verbatim_obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265362438431281986" border="0" /&gt;Love loves,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-382889196438825726?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/382889196438825726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=382889196438825726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/382889196438825726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/382889196438825726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/11/collages.html' title='Collages'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SRJSZrD60dI/AAAAAAAABfM/59jZpP1it94/s72-c/collage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2405068622849505768</id><published>2008-10-30T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:21:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anD sO I FouNd iT...</title><content type='html'>I was randomly looking for stuff in the Google Search Engine when I found this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to think otherwise cause its a 'SFW' (safe for work) link which I think is pretty useful for a quick cool touch up to your picture. Well, to proof it, I've decided to do the following pictures as example of what the site provides. Oh, and it was done in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA-rwlhKI/AAAAAAAABeU/qdulc3p7Wsg/s1600-h/poster2033303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262809085201712290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA-rwlhKI/AAAAAAAABeU/qdulc3p7Wsg/s400/poster2033303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4hJW1uI/AAAAAAAABeM/knVNR7tZcmo/s1600-h/lolcat6427438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808979273602786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4hJW1uI/AAAAAAAABeM/knVNR7tZcmo/s400/lolcat6427438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4VNIBMI/AAAAAAAABeE/PKyfilloyAQ/s1600-h/jigsaw7151202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808976068183234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4VNIBMI/AAAAAAAABeE/PKyfilloyAQ/s400/jigsaw7151202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4SNHM8I/AAAAAAAABd8/cI1xCwfd_Vo/s1600-h/hockney2266123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808975262823362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4SNHM8I/AAAAAAAABd8/cI1xCwfd_Vo/s400/hockney2266123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4HqOayI/AAAAAAAABd0/essPZ8k5lWA/s1600-h/deck5703362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808972432141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4HqOayI/AAAAAAAABd0/essPZ8k5lWA/s400/deck5703362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4JmKdsI/AAAAAAAABds/1JA01Xil0bE/s1600-h/billboard8861228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808972951975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA4JmKdsI/AAAAAAAABds/1JA01Xil0bE/s400/billboard8861228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty interesting given the amount of time spent just editing pictures like this. It's a simple upload picture then wait for a few moments kinda concept but works perfectly fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: I'M gLaD :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-2405068622849505768?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2405068622849505768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2405068622849505768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2405068622849505768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2405068622849505768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-i-found-it.html' title='anD sO I FouNd iT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQlA-rwlhKI/AAAAAAAABeU/qdulc3p7Wsg/s72-c/poster2033303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3678682252349750576</id><published>2008-10-26T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:16:30.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe HaT</title><content type='html'>We were in town the other day when a couple approached us. Found out they were from &lt;strong&gt;'SEVENTEEN',&lt;/strong&gt; some girlie magazine, and that they were doing some Q&amp;amp;A where their readers post ' wondering questions'. This was what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caroline, 17, wonders:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do most guys like to date 'bad' girls, but ultimately only want to settle down with 'good' girls?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafez, 21, responds:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I guess when guys are young, they just want to have fun and go out with different sorts of girls. They don't really date with marriage or the future in mind. But when reality and maturity set in, it's a different story. Then they look for a girl who's serious about settling down as well."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't really say that but it was along that line. But you see, that's not the point of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237735356491298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr2FbN5iI/AAAAAAAABcg/rsLusNtUi9M/s400/Slide3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the oversized hat on my head, well, that's not mine. That belongs to the dude who was doing the interview. My point is. some people have terrible fashion sense. Lets do a case study now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case Study #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr2LSo22I/AAAAAAAABcY/pnEkfBAE6MA/s1600-h/Slide2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237736931122018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr2LSo22I/AAAAAAAABcY/pnEkfBAE6MA/s400/Slide2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top&lt;/strong&gt;: Oversized &lt;em&gt;'apek'&lt;/em&gt; glasses and a Grey ACDC shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom:&lt;/strong&gt; Black smart pants, formal shoes and probably a Goldlion belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall appearance:&lt;/strong&gt; This is what I call a smart punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ACDC dude was spotted on the train. He came in with his pants above his waist and his prominent t-shirt tucked in nicely. The coolest thing was that he was wearing 'smart pants' with formal black shoes. There's nothing wrong with it, cause ACDC was from their time, but somehow it just looks super weird and funny and you wear a t shirt with an outfit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case Study #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr1_sM5RI/AAAAAAAABcQ/aw4B-RE9mgE/s1600-h/Slide1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261237733817115922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr1_sM5RI/AAAAAAAABcQ/aw4B-RE9mgE/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Top:&lt;/strong&gt; Checkered shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom:&lt;/strong&gt; Bermudas with sport shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall appearance:&lt;/strong&gt; Run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that only Caucasians can pull of the 'weekend look'. This weekend look consist of a normal shirt with shorts and loafers on. We Asians will look rather stupid in them. And I don't know why but somehow this look is off alot cause you don't wear sport shoes with a shirt and Bermudas. Unless of course you got a cool Nike Air Max then I wouldn't say much. And to set the record, he has a tied red plastic bag with him. Now, he might be your next runway fishmonger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: Go To SleeP :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3678682252349750576?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3678682252349750576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3678682252349750576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3678682252349750576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3678682252349750576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/10/hat.html' title='tHe HaT'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SQOr2FbN5iI/AAAAAAAABcg/rsLusNtUi9M/s72-c/Slide3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2098067491003426969</id><published>2008-10-14T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:56:23.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you can read this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWup6ADI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ou23rgD70EU/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991982273298482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWup6ADI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ou23rgD70EU/s400/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWv6qvsI/AAAAAAAABFU/EDZ07KlFovQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991982612037314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWv6qvsI/AAAAAAAABFU/EDZ07KlFovQ/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWhSCe_I/AAAAAAAABFc/4vafdQDWIXs/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991978683530226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWhSCe_I/AAAAAAAABFc/4vafdQDWIXs/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVl2bxBOI/AAAAAAAABEk/R4JNsxe__Vo/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991142547883234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVl2bxBOI/AAAAAAAABEk/R4JNsxe__Vo/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmYwRo5I/AAAAAAAABEs/IyRFG2i5Ly4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991151760712594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmYwRo5I/AAAAAAAABEs/IyRFG2i5Ly4/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmlXjOqI/AAAAAAAABE0/9DzFkxHEvVQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991155146668706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmlXjOqI/AAAAAAAABE0/9DzFkxHEvVQ/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmmgnl-I/AAAAAAAABE8/4Fi8kRyqUyU/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991155453138914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVmmgnl-I/AAAAAAAABE8/4Fi8kRyqUyU/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVnGlL0mI/AAAAAAAABFE/0P8HV2wIv0M/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256991164062224994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVnGlL0mI/AAAAAAAABFE/0P8HV2wIv0M/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCSkviFI/AAAAAAAABD8/s9t8ty4F6LE/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990531626436690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCSkviFI/AAAAAAAABD8/s9t8ty4F6LE/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCWTCs5I/AAAAAAAABEE/11WJXR2uppQ/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990532625937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCWTCs5I/AAAAAAAABEE/11WJXR2uppQ/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCmQ3MmI/AAAAAAAABEM/tzlufAgy1ok/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990536911762018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVCmQ3MmI/AAAAAAAABEM/tzlufAgy1ok/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVC0a_72I/AAAAAAAABEU/i_GXcTJkDbA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990540712374114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVC0a_72I/AAAAAAAABEU/i_GXcTJkDbA/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVDEPNECI/AAAAAAAABEc/605KLxg5-Xo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256990544957870114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSVDEPNECI/AAAAAAAABEc/605KLxg5-Xo/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is...... hope all  of them are true. If not, stop reading this post and make it come true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-2098067491003426969?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2098067491003426969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2098067491003426969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2098067491003426969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2098067491003426969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hope-you-can-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SPSWWup6ADI/AAAAAAAABFM/Ou23rgD70EU/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5042388132825355147</id><published>2008-09-25T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:19:38.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH..,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I thought of something to write. And it was &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; so easy to think of when you're feeling really &lt;strong&gt;oh &lt;/strong&gt;so down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dear Sue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sometimes, life is a mad rush. You miss everything that is going by. Just like you. You went right by me without me realizing it. I lost you &lt;strong&gt;oh &lt;/strong&gt;quickly. Slow down. For me, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dear Ryan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh &lt;/strong&gt;you were never there when I did slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And that was that. Sue never depended on Ryan anymore. He talked in circles. He kept telling her to message him if she needed anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And on fine day, he messaged her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Oh sweet sue, one day you'll realize that you dont need me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She felt &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; so alone. But she couldn't tell that to Ryan. He'd never understand. And he never will. But &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; nothing could change that. They led &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; so different lives. So different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;One day, Sue wrote to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Dear Sue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes life is a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; what wonders it doesnt bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; how loving it can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; how tough it can get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; how frustrating it can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh&lt;/strong&gt; to get to the point, LIFE SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But oh what to do? No one ever said life was easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Remember what I said about Lieing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;At times like this you should use it. &lt;strong&gt;Wisely.&lt;/strong&gt; So you dont feel &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; so lonely. You keep to yourself. Or to you &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; so close friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But its not called lieing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its called secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; how so many I have. And &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; how i want to share it with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But we shall save it for another blog post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love &lt;strong&gt;oh&lt;/strong&gt; loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5042388132825355147?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5042388132825355147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5042388132825355147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5042388132825355147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5042388132825355147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh.html' title='OH..,,'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-9214868425517841061</id><published>2008-09-25T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:08:09.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dunno what to blog about. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I'll come back later. Or maybe next week. But I'll be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: I need inspiration. And a PSP. Anyone selling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-9214868425517841061?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/9214868425517841061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=9214868425517841061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/9214868425517841061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/9214868425517841061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3768874130352137275</id><published>2008-09-17T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:29:42.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHat DuDe...</title><content type='html'>With F1 around the corner, everyone's pretty much excited about it. I don't even know if I would be able to catch it cause it's too fast. Okay that was lame. I would probably be in camp trying to figure out how to work the Sar 21. But I'm not here to talk about F1 but more on the dude behind the wheels. We shall be talking about Lewis Hamilton. The man of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852132284356066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNx3PVeI/AAAAAAAABCk/Cjj4zyu12iA/s320/LewisHamilton_9794a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know who's Lewis, he's the dude up there. You would have probably seen him around town. He is everywhere! And I'm serious. He's at the shops, the bus stops, on buildings. Everywhere, but of course in poster forms. If you see the first picture you would have noticed the number of companies that are sponsoring him. But you see, with great sponsorship comes great advertisements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why you're seeing him everywhere is cause he's like the ambassador of the different brands. So if you see him outside you're sure to know what watch he is wearing and where he got that tuxedo from cause it's pretty obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNPDaNnI/AAAAAAAABCM/Lu4MCccLfUY/s1600-h/00-TAG-Heuer-LH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852122940159602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNPDaNnI/AAAAAAAABCM/Lu4MCccLfUY/s320/00-TAG-Heuer-LH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So he is the shot of him with Tag. And Tag has a record for having a number of stars being ambassadors of the product. I wish I had one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNT-0FqI/AAAAAAAABCU/f6HX6OTOkdo/s1600-h/2212487986_110bb1fb8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852124263061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNT-0FqI/AAAAAAAABCU/f6HX6OTOkdo/s320/2212487986_110bb1fb8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he is showing of his Hugo briefs. There was a nicer one but I couldn't get that picture online. I'll see if I can snap one in town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNoF5HQI/AAAAAAAABCc/agL65b6L314/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852129661459714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNoF5HQI/AAAAAAAABCc/agL65b6L314/s320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the Nescafe shot where you get to see at the bus stops. I heard Nescafe Singapore was the one who approached him to help. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQOJkO-5I/AAAAAAAABCs/13ojlci1-gI/s1600-h/Mercedes-Commercial-Video-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246852138647092114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQOJkO-5I/AAAAAAAABCs/13ojlci1-gI/s320/Mercedes-Commercial-Video-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the Youtube screenshot of his Mercedes advertisement. He is everywhere man. I think I know why sportsman make alot of money, its cause of this ads that their income really comes in a bulk. But what I don't get is why is there a sudden Lewis era. He has been in the scene for so long now but he's name just suddenly got up two to three notches. Let's make that four.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was thinking the other day. Then I realised why he is the man of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856826741816354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCUfCFHfCI/AAAAAAAABC8/RfY45FWQGNE/s320/beddingfeldBIG_468x621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856825443765730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCUe9PozeI/AAAAAAAABC0/_0C__dmY_As/s320/114HamilltonDM_468x314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856828702426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCUfJYkBFI/AAAAAAAABDE/ITla1G1GIHs/s320/Dinner%2BHonour%2BNelson%2BMandela%2BArrivals%2BeTVaYhqPiSKl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246857410249436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCVA_0LLyI/AAAAAAAABDk/PtDV7-e7OZA/s320/lewis-hamilton-01-2008-06-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856831839148674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCUfVEamoI/AAAAAAAABDM/6vbU5v_znuY/s320/ed_imagesnf1022ww_2_356290a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246856841081097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCUf3f3jZI/AAAAAAAABDU/Kk0QL3Ilm-U/s320/hamiltongirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246857404025369922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCVAooPdUI/AAAAAAAABDc/I9iwh6Y7mdE/s320/lewisAP2103_468x769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah, now I know why. He has the girls. We don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: SiCK:.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3768874130352137275?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3768874130352137275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3768874130352137275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3768874130352137275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3768874130352137275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-dude.html' title='tHat DuDe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SNCQNx3PVeI/AAAAAAAABCk/Cjj4zyu12iA/s72-c/LewisHamilton_9794a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6305126199643273684</id><published>2008-09-03T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:19:34.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW CAMPAIGN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to start a Lie-ing campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Here is my opening speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Good evening ladies and gents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;First things first,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lies are free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Second thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lie-ing is talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Third thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With great talent comes great responsibilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forth and foremost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT TAKES A LIAR TO KNOW A LIAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So its either YOU USE IT WISELY or STOP IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommorow Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6305126199643273684?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6305126199643273684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6305126199643273684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6305126199643273684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6305126199643273684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/09/lie-ing.html' title='MY NEW CAMPAIGN'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3174264808875026918</id><published>2008-08-30T06:52:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:31:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys VS Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BIG MONSTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiEHoycIBI/AAAAAAAABA8/975FiIRTrZ8/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240083433188499474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="103" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiEHoycIBI/AAAAAAAABA8/975FiIRTrZ8/s320/DSC00007.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Also known as......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why is he wearing makeup?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiGp7PRt3I/AAAAAAAABBk/fqMf7htoAds/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240086221280098162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiGp7PRt3I/AAAAAAAABBk/fqMf7htoAds/s320/DSC01135.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And no its not the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PMS MONSTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiFkZv0V7I/AAAAAAAABBM/qKSk05f6ca0/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240085026878805938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiFkZv0V7I/AAAAAAAABBM/qKSk05f6ca0/s320/DSC00031.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Also known as.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiF-l19WzI/AAAAAAAABBc/R7dRgO7T8Bo/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240085476802386738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="272" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiF-l19WzI/AAAAAAAABBc/R7dRgO7T8Bo/s320/Picture1.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Especially in maternity clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-------------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can be bigger monsters especially during that time of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now, what happens when you put 2 monsters of the different sex together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, there are a few possible outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Innocence VS Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: You (pulls a face) suck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: How much money do you want?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Looks VS Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: Do I?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: No I dont think you look fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Truth VS Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: You suck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: In the bed room or personality wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Truth VS Sports&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: You suck bigtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Truth VS Ego...again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: With or without clothes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Truth VS Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: I can't believe we're having this conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Truth VS Ego...again.....again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: You suck bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: I told you to leave the licking to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. Alone VS Piss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: You're never there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: Where? Sorry I had to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. I want VS I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: Can you buy me that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: Of course Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Girl: Please. (pulls face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boy: What now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. The point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As you can see, BIG Monsters have BIG Egos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PMS monsters just dont talk straight enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There, are however, good monsters. Ones who understand each other. Those who can provide each other with love. Happiness. Security. As such....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiLzaFHVtI/AAAAAAAABBs/lLpELFhrnwE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240091881735935698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiLzaFHVtI/AAAAAAAABBs/lLpELFhrnwE/s320/Image003.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiMQcU9GDI/AAAAAAAABB0/q9vjY4OdHu0/s1600-h/DSCF3957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240092380555450418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiMQcU9GDI/AAAAAAAABB0/q9vjY4OdHu0/s320/DSCF3957.JPG" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiQG9Bw2dI/AAAAAAAABCE/x_61xIqwM6U/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240096615581145554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiQG9Bw2dI/AAAAAAAABCE/x_61xIqwM6U/s320/DSC00106.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3174264808875026918?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3174264808875026918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3174264808875026918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3174264808875026918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3174264808875026918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys-vs-girls.html' title='Boys VS Girls'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SLiEHoycIBI/AAAAAAAABA8/975FiIRTrZ8/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6932768797736334184</id><published>2008-08-15T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:28:20.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHY ITALIANS LIKE NAKED PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE FOR YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeoXtZp7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSeRPz9H8RA/s1600-h/naked+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeoXtZp7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSeRPz9H8RA/s400/naked+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764558284466098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeop9AvFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/bOlBQ3caBXI/s1600-h/naked+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeop9AvFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/bOlBQ3caBXI/s400/naked+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764563181780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeo8MunaI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8yiyjgtOcA0/s1600-h/naked+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeo8MunaI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8yiyjgtOcA0/s400/naked+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764568079539618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWepOYvUOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ftl-yPjubt0/s1600-h/naked+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWepOYvUOI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ftl-yPjubt0/s400/naked+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234764572961755362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND WHEN YOU COMBINE ALL OF THEM TOGETHER...&lt;br /&gt;TA DA! YOU HAVE THE St MARK'S SQUARE.&lt;br /&gt;A SIGHT OF BEAUTY AND AWE.&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD HAVE TAKEN MORE PICTURE BUT MY F^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;COLLEAGUES WERE MORE INTERESTED IN LOOKING FOR LOUIE VITTON AND PRADA BECAUSE TO THIS ARROGANT f&amp;amp;*(ERS, WHAT MAKES A BAG IS MORE IMPORTANT THE WHAT MAKES THE WORLD SO BEAUTIFUL.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN, PLEASE ENJOY THE WORLD AS IT IS RATHER THAN THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT ROTTEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWfCmydNmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Cg_088NouNY/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWfCmydNmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Cg_088NouNY/s400/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234765009008801378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6932768797736334184?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6932768797736334184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6932768797736334184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6932768797736334184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6932768797736334184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-italians-like-naked-people-see-for.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKWeoXtZp7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/kSeRPz9H8RA/s72-c/naked+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8441941696432084831</id><published>2008-08-14T09:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:13:37.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;NEXT UPCOMING POST:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ITALIANS LIKE EM NAKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKOURXbO7iI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XtvBy22IZMY/s1600-h/naked+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKOURXbO7iI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XtvBy22IZMY/s400/naked+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234190218001575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Love Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8441941696432084831?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8441941696432084831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8441941696432084831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8441941696432084831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8441941696432084831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-upcoming-post-italians-like-em.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SKOURXbO7iI/AAAAAAAAA_M/XtvBy22IZMY/s72-c/naked+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7703473781935069835</id><published>2008-08-11T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:44:12.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MAKE-UP DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day I went out and put make up on. All by myself.  Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;But actually i didnt like it. Cause everytime i touch i put, the make up smudges and oh man, this make up thing requires alot of discipline. I dunno how you girls do it. Teach me?&lt;br /&gt;I will to pay in the form of hugs, kisses and awareness. Breast cancer awareness included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loves,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7703473781935069835?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7703473781935069835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7703473781935069835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7703473781935069835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7703473781935069835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-up-day-today-was-first-day-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6756009087552772982</id><published>2008-07-28T04:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:48.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUBBER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I always wanted to this do and i hope i get it right. But do you remember the Dove soap advertisement with all the inner beauty chicks of voluptuous beauty. Well, why not have a beauty pageant on them. Right? Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here are my contestants....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And each of  them all asked the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO I LOOK FAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SIzWcN1R4fI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NMECPBw6fgw/s1600-h/1239191441_d83d1626b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SIzWcN1R4fI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NMECPBw6fgw/s400/1239191441_d83d1626b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227789047708115442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;JUDGE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This judge took the Championship medal for the most nice commenting pick up line for the 4 models up above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI2bh1MsVPI/AAAAAAAAA80/8pi0eyvGdqY/s1600-h/old+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI2bh1MsVPI/AAAAAAAAA80/8pi0eyvGdqY/s400/old+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228005747965318386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you for who you are. No matter how fat you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;JUDGE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI31qTxPGcI/AAAAAAAAA88/Y4Qw2y4gh1w/s1600-h/40+year+old+virgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI31qTxPGcI/AAAAAAAAA88/Y4Qw2y4gh1w/s400/40+year+old+virgin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228104849657108930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm interested in your heart more than your body."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Virgins usually ask this question hoping to get some action. You know like using reverse psychology. But sometimes girls are with so high self esteem, as you can see from the contestants and take this as an insult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"What you're not happy with my body now." Yeah, sometimes girls are just bitching. But come on,  they might really flatten you. Really. So you as a virgin end up getting no action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So like Judge 2 you're still a 40 year old virgin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Judge 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4AP8DifcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-s0U1zYxsaA/s1600-h/small+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4AP8DifcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-s0U1zYxsaA/s400/small+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228116491242732994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Tell me something i dunno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know this child is underage to be looking at this picture but i figured that the judges should be of a variety. Then its fair right? And the innocence of a child to answers. Yes, innocence of a child. What beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Judge 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4BzTwj9dI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Wi7AX_x_tOk/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4BzTwj9dI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Wi7AX_x_tOk/s400/yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228118198412637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mehmet Gunsur. A turkish yummy actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't be humble. I love you for who you are, my love. I'll take you to pizza outlets you've never been before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah if only delightful rich and actors would do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Reality Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;They might probably say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"Talk to my assistant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4EudJqmGI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-rLg5VhKjSs/s1600-h/hot+secretary+off+duty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SI4EudJqmGI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-rLg5VhKjSs/s400/hot+secretary+off+duty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228121413569386594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah. Thats the assistant. Off duty of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now you be the judge and decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is beauty really in the eye of the be holder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&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/24811800-6756009087552772982?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6756009087552772982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6756009087552772982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6756009087552772982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6756009087552772982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/07/blubber.html' title='BLUBBER!'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SIzWcN1R4fI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NMECPBw6fgw/s72-c/1239191441_d83d1626b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8882695507976103451</id><published>2008-07-28T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:08:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good Evening Sunshines and Vampires,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We would like to apologise if the blog as been inactive but have our excuses and yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hafez is a soldier now in NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha is down with a mental illness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I, natasha will try to keep the blog effective. Try my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loves and cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hafez and Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8882695507976103451?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8882695507976103451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8882695507976103451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8882695507976103451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8882695507976103451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-evening-sunshines-and-vampires-we.html' title=''/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7817933546019247560</id><published>2008-07-08T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHe MRT</title><content type='html'>You've got to love the Singaporean Government. They do take care of us and make sure we reach our next destination as fast as we can, and I'm talking about public transportation here. We won't go to roads now cause then it will be a total mess in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I believe that people living in Singapore have at least taken the public transport once in their lives, regardless trains or buses. But once is good enough. If you compare transportation back then and now, you will see that indeed there is a drastic change. From a 2 hour long journey to God knows where to only 30 minutes flat. So let's focus on the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRT here has been going on for years now and might be the favourite for commuters going around Singapore. Oh, and don't get me started on how comfortable it is. If you have been reading the blog, you must have seen how people sleep in the trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, the MRT line was simple. Yes, it was. It had a decent start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220489431789747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLnepeCO_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/wl8QCHGlrMA/s400/300px-Singapore_old_mrt_map.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple right? Realised that there wasn't ant trains in Woodlands? It was really really simple. So the people were thinking, hey, the people in the North shouldn't be deprived of the MRT. So they continued the line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLkbXK24qI/AAAAAAAAA70/jsbr2zKc87M/s1600-h/mrt_route.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486076802982562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLkbXK24qI/AAAAAAAAA70/jsbr2zKc87M/s400/mrt_route.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the swamps were cleared and forest destroyed, they decided to give the people in the east some ease so they placed the purple line. But you see, Singaporeans are very jealous people, if one Singaporean has an access to the MRT, the other must have access too. So trying to avoid any silent protest from Singaporeans, they decided to make the Circle line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLkdKUwhFI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MaYc8en26KM/s1600-h/singapore.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486107714585682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLkdKUwhFI/AAAAAAAAA8E/MaYc8en26KM/s400/singapore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So a little yellow won't really do much harm to the already complicated MRT line. But now comes in the Kiasu part. See, being jealous is one thing, Kiasu is another. Now this clearly shows that ALL Singaporens are Kiasu.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486104746072978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLkc_RAm5I/AAAAAAAAA78/6j_4L8mzWS0/s400/Singapore_mrt_lrt_system_map_future.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pity the school kids in 10 years time. I wonder how they are ever gonna draw this in their notebooks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: WeirD :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/24811800-7817933546019247560?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7817933546019247560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7817933546019247560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7817933546019247560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7817933546019247560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/07/mrt.html' title='tHe MRT'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SHLnepeCO_I/AAAAAAAAA8M/wl8QCHGlrMA/s72-c/300px-Singapore_old_mrt_map.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4481964550624128025</id><published>2008-07-01T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:50.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoMetHinGs aRe BeTTeR NoT NaKeD...</title><content type='html'>If you leave a naked woman with a man, shit happens. Don't ask me how I know. Its common sense unless of course the woman happens to be her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpQybdPoMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bdZmm8nMHu4/s1600-h/fat-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218071945556238530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpQybdPoMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bdZmm8nMHu4/s400/fat-woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, here in BraandBoxers, we don't talk about the S word. Yes, we try not to Swear, unless it is that necessary, but when it comes to sex, we make sure its safe for the kids as well. So its time to drool on a bike. Yes. A Superbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218067672769951346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpM5uFm9nI/AAAAAAAAA7k/C31123zUFZI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Ducati 1098, for the benefit of people who don't know what it is. I'll tell you why this is the hottest picture you can find of a Ducati. Cause even with a dent the size of my waist, its still standing pretty. Don't you agree? I could come up with two pages of specs for this bike but we shall save it for another day but wait, there's something else you've got to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpM5ITMvaI/AAAAAAAAA7U/lsx6Al1pmKg/s1600-h/madasssilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218067662626405794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpM5ITMvaI/AAAAAAAAA7U/lsx6Al1pmKg/s400/madasssilver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call a motorbike. It's in Singapore. If you've seen a speeding bicycle on the roads going about 60km/hr, you might have mistaken it to be a bicycle. In fact, its a road legal bike.&lt;br /&gt;And it's no joke, this bike comes in either 50cc or 150cc (or was it 125cc) I've seen it a few times and I think its mad. Oh wait, it is called Mad. MadAss to be exact. Designed by the company called Sachs, this bike is indeed the most stupiest bike I've ever seen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to visit this site to see more information on the bike. &lt;a href="http://www.sachsbikes.com.au/"&gt;http://www.sachsbikes.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218067668913761154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpM5fuOK4I/AAAAAAAAA7c/cqKZ09a-byM/s400/ducati.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the Ducati looks sexier..... naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: IsH :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4481964550624128025?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4481964550624128025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4481964550624128025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4481964550624128025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4481964550624128025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/07/somethings-are-better-not-naked.html' title='SoMetHinGs aRe BeTTeR NoT NaKeD...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGpQybdPoMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/bdZmm8nMHu4/s72-c/fat-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6121586160172599490</id><published>2008-07-01T12:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:42:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of flirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Do as follows and you might find yourself that special someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Note: someone special and special someone are 2 different things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This art will only work if you want a quickie relationship or friends with…ahem….money, cars, credit cards and not forget benefits.But if you do it right. Who knows..it might flourish. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Start as friends. Play it cool. Find some common ground to talk about. Ask for his or her number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Do it smoothly. Try this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;“What’s wrong with you? How come you don’t have my number? Give me your handphone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Start talking…..slowly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forget all those forwarded messages. Go straight to the point. But, I repeat, BUT, DO IT  BLUNTLY. Like if you were thinking about you’re special someone, let him/her know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“I was thinking about you earlier today. Don’t ask why”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now humans being creatures of curiosity would definitely ask why. So keep the ball rolling….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;“Oh you wouldn’t want to know. Trust me. But if you must, I’m feeling really sick and I blame it all on you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Once again, humans being defensive would ask why. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continue rolling the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“K fine, I was thinking about your eyes cause I think they’re super nice and walked right into a lamp post. Now I have a terrible headache.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you’re humane special someone is caring, they would ask if you’re alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the peak point of the conversation. Keep the ball rolling at a controllable speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;“Well yeah, I guess. Are you alright? Cause when I knocked in to the lamp post, your eyes become rather bloody. I hope they’re still nice though. Can you see alright? How many fingers am I holding up?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Find out his/her status.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Is he/she single? Available? Going through a divorce? Looking for husband or looking for someone to fling?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;These things are essential to find out. I’m sure you don’t want to entangle yourself into a love web or where her boyfriend hunts you down for not knowing that she was taken. Or when she calls you telling you that her boy is for hers only and she’ll call her gang to come slaughter you and your family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Girls these days can be really feisty. Just ask the Minahs and Ah lians.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Don’t know how to find out her/his status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Try this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;“What do you think about relationships?” OR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“What’s your take on marriage?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course your special someone would ask why you asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Keep it simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“Oh I dunno. I use to have this girl/boyfriend who proposed to me when we were only like 3 months into the relationship. I thought I was mad but well yeah, she is more and…..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Getting a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You’re friends now. So this is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try this….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“You free tomorrow? Meet me? There’s this place I want to go to but I’m scared people might stare at me. You know from the lamp post incident and all. How’s seven sound?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once you’ve got the above all done. Just keep going. Smile. Chat. Laugh. Kiss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Going in deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you want to go deeper into the relationship. You want to turn your special someone into someone special? Then treat every date like the first date. Smile. Chat. Laugh. Don’t kiss. Remind him/her of how you’ll got together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:16;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then Kiss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Love loves, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6121586160172599490?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6121586160172599490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6121586160172599490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6121586160172599490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6121586160172599490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-of-flirting.html' title='The art of flirting'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6504025780963678908</id><published>2008-06-29T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:45:50.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FoR OnCe...</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday afternoon. I'm suppose to be out but I'm home taking care of the family. For once I feel manly. Let me feed my ego for the next five minutes............. Okay times out. Now I just feel that I should talk about serious issues here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a copy of the Sunday Times and this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would you still take taxis if a fuel surcharge was imposed?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This demands an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. Yes if I'm forced to and no if there are other modes of transportation available for me to take. I think its ridiculous to have a fuel surcharge. It's already an expensive transportation and taxi drivers are having a big problem trying to make a living with a rise in their rental rates, petrol prices and if there was a surcharge imposed on passengers, probably 30% of their loyal customers would think twice about taking the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way, taxis are the most fastest mode of transport around Singapore. But with speed, of course there is a price. But we all think they make alot of money but in fact its really a hard job. Everyday, they need at least $95 to pay their rental. So let's assume a trip cost $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trip - $10&lt;br /&gt;they need 10 trips to make $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets assume it takes 15 minutes for each trip&lt;br /&gt;so 10 trip makes it 150 minutes which is equivalent to 2 hours plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now lets assume they take 20 minutes each time to find a passenger.&lt;br /&gt;so that's 200 minutes which is equivalent to 3 hours plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 6 hours plus plus is wasted making money for rental and getting customers.&lt;br /&gt;and put in 2 hours of break so in a day, that makes 8 hours of work. But you see, in order to get back that money they need to go back to formula one and clock in another 6 hours. Oh and let's not forget diesel which has also risen and ERP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all do taxi drivers a favour and not add in more to their misery. Get rid of a surcharge and just take a cab if you have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: CheeRs :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6504025780963678908?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6504025780963678908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6504025780963678908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6504025780963678908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6504025780963678908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-once.html' title='FoR OnCe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7856912471284806659</id><published>2008-06-28T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:50.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show has just Begun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To whom is reading this post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know i said i wouldnt blog anymore but yeah well i've got utterly nothing to do. So bear with me. Please and thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGZT3raFF5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/sc8sPMOw5WE/s1600-h/223.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216949434365319058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGZT3raFF5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/sc8sPMOw5WE/s400/223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; This ladies and gentlemen and those reading this post is my new house. I know that it may look like a shop but to some, especially those in the picture it is a 2 star hotel. This hotel or rather my home specializes is Chapati for breakfast and masalah tea for all occasions. The flies, stray dogs and sometimes cattle are frequent visitors of this place. They love walking in mud and licking off stones which appear to be scraps of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life here so far has been rather sweet. The people are nice although  they tend to forget to shower at times. Nonetheless, they smile and laugh it off with a big sip of masalah tea. The children play happily just like any of us, barefooted, rolling in the mud and once in awhile, they pat the stray dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sadly, I had to check out of my home as the my rent paid off. I wish I could come back some day though. Just to have a cup of tea with these people. To shake their coarse hands. To see how the men's beard's curl up with the smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And mostly importantly, to see how happy their are living in the middle of now where. With no proper water, sanitation and even a proper clothing.  And lastly, to thank them for making me stay worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Natasha&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/24811800-7856912471284806659?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7856912471284806659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7856912471284806659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7856912471284806659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7856912471284806659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-has-just-begun.html' title='The Show has just Begun....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGZT3raFF5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/sc8sPMOw5WE/s72-c/223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5520904947619860910</id><published>2008-06-28T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RanDoM PleaSe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bBQe1II/AAAAAAAAA60/Cs1uH6uDza8/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216847786944681090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bBQe1II/AAAAAAAAA60/Cs1uH6uDza8/s400/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This my friend is a silver man found in Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bcRcAcI/AAAAAAAAA68/FdXe2f1wEsA/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216847794196447682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bcRcAcI/AAAAAAAAA68/FdXe2f1wEsA/s400/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This in the other hand is not a silver man but a silver robot. This is found in school all thanks to Colin and JohnBoy. I'm not too sure who gave the idea but sure hell is freaky. That (please don't ask me what that is) by the way is suppose to be the robot's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bnsgOLI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GX26kUUZHfE/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216847797262760114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bnsgOLI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GX26kUUZHfE/s400/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sign was spotted at the Expo. So girls, next time throw whatever you need to throw in the proper bins. We don't need chokes happening during moments when other girls need the toilet urgently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: i'LL CoMe BaCk :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3MaHUyWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gY5FFttRVyw/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5520904947619860910?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5520904947619860910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5520904947619860910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5520904947619860910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5520904947619860910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-please.html' title='RanDoM PleaSe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SGX3bBQe1II/AAAAAAAAA60/Cs1uH6uDza8/s72-c/Image065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-845018662796134773</id><published>2008-06-25T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:05:13.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHiS iS aN aNgrY PoST...</title><content type='html'>Do you know what pisses me off the most?&lt;br /&gt;Idiotic underage girls who add me in MSN! And act like as if I was the one who added them!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if you freaking hell fall in this category STOP YOUR FUCKING CHILDISH DAUGHTER OF A WHORE SHIT THAT YOU'RE DOING! Oh wait, you are a child! FUCK! THATS WORSE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start swearing in Spanish, stop it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: CatChy :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-845018662796134773?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/845018662796134773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=845018662796134773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/845018662796134773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/845018662796134773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-angry-post.html' title='tHiS iS aN aNgrY PoST...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3984571278391579670</id><published>2008-06-23T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:34:04.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Hafez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Time: 2.52pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Country: New Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Place: Hotel Business Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Subject: There is no subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Dear Hafez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I am sitting here in front of the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've got nothing to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've got nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I dont want to crack my head cause I'll miss you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I've have, however, these thoughts on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Remember the time when I was really stress and ran away from home for a while and you stayed with me in "my home". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I was thinking on that last night. Before I when to bed of how you would be there in the morning with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It was a nice thought. And how you would kiss me good morning on my fore head and just hold my hand. Thats was an even nicer thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I didnt manage to get you anything cause I ran out of money but I do want something from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; If you read this in time, kiss my forehead and hold my hand when you see me the next time. On the lips would be much sweeter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3984571278391579670?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3984571278391579670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3984571278391579670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3984571278391579670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3984571278391579670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-hafez.html' title='Hi Hafez'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4712197278432378960</id><published>2008-06-23T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:54:33.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoMehoW LiFe GoT a LittLe MoRe iNterEstiNg...</title><content type='html'>Its already the 23rd and somehow I feel something amiss. Yes, I am bored and that's it. Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: GoiNG iN :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4712197278432378960?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4712197278432378960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4712197278432378960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4712197278432378960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4712197278432378960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/somehow-life-got-little-more.html' title='SoMehoW LiFe GoT a LittLe MoRe iNterEstiNg...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2883290357003228452</id><published>2008-06-15T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:35:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT's SuPPoSe to Be A JoKe RiGhT...</title><content type='html'>So before I go on, I would like to thank the people for their wishes for my 21st birthday and thanks to Sha for a beautiful birthday surprise. I got the best gift any boyfriend could wish for. What is it? Nah, it's a secret. But nevertheless, back to more crap here. Today we shall talk about the PERFECT GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The perfect girl. Why the perfect girl? Because I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to Google 'A perfect girl' you may stumble upon this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Perfect-Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not kidding. Yes, you are looking at a wiki page on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to be a perfect girl&lt;/span&gt;. Again, I am not lying and the link works. Please do try if you think you're not perfect and you wish to be perfect. I did look through it, its not the ultimate guide of course but it made me wonder if girls do feel that they need to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I found the perfect girl for me already. Why perfect? Simple answer. Cause I feel super comfortable with her and thats the most important to me. So now I shall grade my perfect girl and compare to see if she is really that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The points were taken from the wiki site. I did not make this up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile.&lt;/b&gt; Smile naturally; do not smile too much and remember to do it genuinely. When taking pictures, do not pout or make duck lips. It does not look cute and it's a big turn off for most guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10! Woohoo! She does smile ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practice good hygiene.&lt;/b&gt; Looking and smelling clean is obviously an important part of your image. Make sure you take good care of your body, your hair, your teeth and your nails. Trust me, nobody wants to see what you've had for breakfast or then incident of when your brother "spilled sugar" over your hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Yes she makes sure she eats sweets to keep the smell away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take good care of that skin.&lt;/b&gt; Remember to wash your face every night with a mild soap , dry with towel, and cleanse with a cotton pad and facial cleansing solution. And keep your hands off to avoid breakouts. Also, don't forget to moisturize, and NEVER go to sleep wearing makeup! It'll look like such a mess in the morning!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Money spent wisely to remove those oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not swear excessively.&lt;/b&gt; Cussing often will make others think that you're an unintelligent/immature person and would most likely ignore you. Besides, it's not very lady-like. Be nice and gentle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10 Hmm, but I still loves it when she gets mad at me! so 10/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you have a website, keep it simple.&lt;/b&gt; Do not put a lot of graphics and pictures which is another big turn off to a lot of people. Be yourself online; just because everyone writes in abbreviations doesn't mean that you have to do the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Yes she has a simple Friendster account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not wear a lot of jewelry.&lt;/b&gt; One necklace and a pair of earrings are fine, but more than that is too much. Try not to get any unnecessary piercing and tattoos. Keep it simple and fashionable - don't just follow trends. When in doubt, remove a piece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 The only jewelry on her is her necklace, sometimes ring and ear rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not be someone you're not.&lt;/b&gt; Be yourself and don't try to copy other people's styles. Sometimes people feel the need to experiment, but some things are best left the way they are. Instead, enhance your good personality traits and let yourself shine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Yup, totally herself. A big baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Study hard and go to school everyday.&lt;/b&gt; Everybody loves someone who knows her stuff. In the end, being successful is really important. Don't let your social life preoccupy your thoughts; work hard in class and be consistent. Value your intelligence and work your hardest. If you are having trouble in this area, don't be afraid to speak with your teacher or guidance counselor. Review what you went over in each class everyday. This will help you avoid having to cram all of the information the day before the test. If you're struggling in a specific area, hire a tutor to help you get back on track.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10 Sometimes she gets lazy but she ends up with me so 10/10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not be a show-off.&lt;/b&gt; Show-offs makes a person be disliked and/or hated. Be proud of your accomplishments, but don't shove it in people's faces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Never does, never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember the 3 S's&lt;/b&gt; Protect your skin from the sun by remembering to: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slip&lt;/b&gt; clothing on over your bathing suit when you're not in the water to block sun rays from your skin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slap&lt;/b&gt; on a shady hat that covers your face, neck, and ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slop&lt;/b&gt; on sunscreen before going outdoors and remember to reapply every two hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not be immature.&lt;/b&gt; Know how to handle situations maturely and reasonably. You don't need to whine or cry to get what you want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10 Alamak, shes a big baby but my Baby so 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not try too hard to be cute.&lt;/b&gt; It just doesn't work that way. It makes people feel sorry for you and shows them that you are not comfortable with who you are. You can put effort into your looks and behavior, but remember to let yourself enjoy moments being comfortable with yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Shes already cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do not compare yourself.&lt;/b&gt; It's not fair to you or your body. While it maybe tempting, just focusing on being the most wonderful you, and don't let anyone tell you who you should be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 No comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nourish your body.&lt;/b&gt; Maintain a healthy diet and only allow yourself to have junk food in moderation. Be sure to drink 8 cups of water(8 fl/oz= 1 cup) everyday. Also remember to take a multi-vitamin everyday to help maintain your health.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10 With junk food but still my Baby 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work it.&lt;/b&gt; You don't have to be an athlete to be fit! Doctors and experts recommend that the average girl gets at least 20 minutes of exercise 2-3 times a week. So find something you like. Join a team. What ever gets you moving and on your feet! And remember to stretch those muscles out before any activity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Yes with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your beauty sleep.&lt;/b&gt; Make sure that you're getting the recommended 8-10 hours of nightly sleep. Get yourself a bedtime routine and stick to it (even on the weekends). To get your body in sleep mode if you're feeling restless, try reading a book, writing in a journal, taking a warm bath, or listening to some gentle music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 When I'm around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just say No.&lt;/b&gt; There is absolutely no reason to experiment with drugs, whether due to pressure or curiosity. Hold yourself to a higher standard or risk completely compromising your image.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 She doesn't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dont rule the relationship.&lt;/b&gt; Don't tell your parnter what to do, this works both ways. You dont want to be known as the annoying girlfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Hahahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;On MSN...&lt;/b&gt; If you go on msn, don't use a very complicated name. Most people do anyway, just using your regular name will make you a little more unique.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 She keeps it to her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Work on your image.&lt;/i&gt; Not that it's not good. You just wanna boost your self confidence higher. By looking great, you'll feel great too! Remember to eat healthily, sleep right, excercise, shower, get a hair cut/trim every 3-6 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 She's working on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep your posture "ladylike"&lt;/i&gt; DOn't slump. Keep a straight back. It may sound corny but you'll find out why as you get older and wiser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10 Definitely true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes it 100/100. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.: Yes we Are AttaChed :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-2883290357003228452?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2883290357003228452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2883290357003228452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2883290357003228452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2883290357003228452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-suppose-to-be-joke-right.html' title='iT&apos;s SuPPoSe to Be A JoKe RiGhT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7512531191483542840</id><published>2008-06-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adVenTurE PaRt 2</title><content type='html'>So like I said another day, so here is what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain died down and so the group headed on to the bicycle shop to rent bicycles of course. Now, don't think its Ubin means you get low quality bikes. Indeed there was a sign which said new imported BIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jZDFR40I/AAAAAAAAA6E/qTI-m1yCLz0/s1600-h/Ubin+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209929625912861506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jZDFR40I/AAAAAAAAA6E/qTI-m1yCLz0/s200/Ubin+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A selection of fine bikes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209928454506753922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1iU3QTL4I/AAAAAAAAA58/FwnSVUWKQBg/s200/Ubin+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Jason looking stress cause it took us forever to get a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it continued but due to the bad weather, I never did get to take better pictures. We will just stick to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jZn1KM8I/AAAAAAAAA6M/2VhHZIqbRhE/s1600-h/Ubin+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209929635777360834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jZn1KM8I/AAAAAAAAA6M/2VhHZIqbRhE/s200/Ubin+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jaMbpg0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/d6v1vVU_-U0/s1600-h/Ubin+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209929645602472770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jaMbpg0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/d6v1vVU_-U0/s200/Ubin+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jaVEsl-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LeeZ6J9GtVY/s1600-h/Ubin+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209929647922124770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jaVEsl-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/LeeZ6J9GtVY/s200/Ubin+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1ja8QS3-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/L1981kzkyNY/s1600-h/Ubin+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209929658439753698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1ja8QS3-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/L1981kzkyNY/s200/Ubin+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: Eh :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7512531191483542840?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7512531191483542840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7512531191483542840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7512531191483542840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7512531191483542840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventure-part-2.html' title='adVenTurE PaRt 2'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SE1jZDFR40I/AAAAAAAAA6E/qTI-m1yCLz0/s72-c/Ubin+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6823916444123797322</id><published>2008-06-08T22:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:55.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aDvenTuRe...</title><content type='html'>Mum asked &lt;em&gt;"eh want to go Ubin with the parent volunteers?"&lt;/em&gt;. I thought twice about it but ended up going cause I wanted to accompany my mum. So here is my picture journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534038782964962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv7m2L29OI/AAAAAAAAA3s/SqNuMcQvnQs/s200/Ubin+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The time was 6 am. I had to wake up at 5 am just to pack my stuff which I was suppose to pack the day before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209535380284458610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv807qvRnI/AAAAAAAAA30/erpVyKlivQI/s200/Ubin+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum slept in the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209535386967158050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv81UkBLSI/AAAAAAAAA38/NgcDaO_te_M/s200/Ubin+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached around 7 am only to find out that the bum boat towards Ubin will reach only in about an hour's time. So pictures are the best remedy for a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536730789073538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv-DisIUoI/AAAAAAAAA4c/yTtoBa_xFiY/s200/Ubin+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Fuad and Syafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536717240454130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv-CwN4y_I/AAAAAAAAA4U/_ZgUWKPXxGQ/s200/Ubin+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536700251127154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv-Bw7UPXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7UtiXfiDa5Y/s200/Ubin+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the newly renovated jetty. Where you go to for Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536708682006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv-CQVZQMI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AylyuMdHjDo/s200/Ubin+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the selection of super high speed.... sampans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the bum boats came along and I swore I was super afraid. Why? Cause I have super bad motion sickness. Turned out that the trip to Ubin via boat was super fine. Amazing indeed. So I took pictures while I was on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538288763134786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv_eOmF40I/AAAAAAAAA4k/Zl0ttRD0_tg/s200/Ubin+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is half the team. Yes, we were seperated into teams for the games later on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538289858343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv_eSrNc9I/AAAAAAAAA4s/KvllgfLivz0/s200/Ubin+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huge waves. But it was cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538298435657794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv_eyoM4EI/AAAAAAAAA40/_3CtcGfAgYg/s200/Ubin+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boat approaching close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209538307713214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv_fVMJKYI/AAAAAAAAA48/dn-NkZzJtLM/s200/Ubin+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the weather man was an idiot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it started to rain heavily when we reached so the raincoats came in handy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539976215376066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwBAc2DsMI/AAAAAAAAA5E/J66wwQv-zgM/s200/Ubin+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids in the group.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539982529599986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwBA0XfGfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/nsGYz5a4X0E/s200/Ubin+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our group leader was Jason, he's the dude on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539993109772706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwBBbx_uaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/3O6e7wyMyR8/s200/Ubin+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dog who was guarding the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209539999083591122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwBByCQ9dI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lciypZCuL8Q/s200/Ubin+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was telling everyone that this is the island Singapore was fighting for, Pedra Branca but of course its not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540005441888386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwBCJuM4II/AAAAAAAAA5k/nF10bV6Ugx8/s200/Ubin+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It rained pretty much the whole day but smiles could still be seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542819457589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwDl8v04qI/AAAAAAAAA5s/kVeiCwgrw5s/s200/Ubin+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542834355140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEwDm0PrdfI/AAAAAAAAA50/zkVQYsxmNKk/s200/Ubin+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's part one. I'm tired. So wait for part 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: LoVes MuM :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6823916444123797322?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6823916444123797322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6823916444123797322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6823916444123797322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6823916444123797322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventure.html' title='aDvenTuRe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SEv7m2L29OI/AAAAAAAAA3s/SqNuMcQvnQs/s72-c/Ubin+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-843675501229115645</id><published>2008-06-04T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:43:00.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHaT DaTe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The following has been tested. &lt;em&gt;Results may vary &lt;/em&gt;so do your own research first before heading out.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going on a date with that special someone but WAIT, you don't have enough money on you to spend for both yourself and your date. So what can you do? GO DUTCH. See, going Dutch is the best solution to this. And if he or she argues, simple, then don't go out. So this is what you can do. And I'll try to be as exact as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE $20 DATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makan time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer to that would be Mcdonalds. Yes, the all time favourite fast food joint that no one can resist if they're on a tight budget. Just equipped yourself with a student card and bam! Choose between McChicken, McNuggets or Fillet O Fish. And the PRICE? $5.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Activity time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little trickier. You need to get the timing right. If you head down to Marina Square before 6pm and you're still a student who is below 21 years old, you can play a game of bowling for just $3 per game! So play 2 solid laughing games and that would be just nice for a darling couple. And the PRICE? $7.00 including the shoe rental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantic time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're left with $8.00 left. You're probably hungry and you need to head on somewhere else but before you do, grab a McFlurry each and take a slow walk to nowhere. Get yourselves tired and find the nearest 7-11 around you. Grab a big gulp, sit down and just talk about anything and everything. By the time the big gulp finishes, you both probably need to head home to have dinner with the family. So that my friend ends your date. You still can bring back about $4.00 and next time, I'll tell you a $10 date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: DaTiNg :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-843675501229115645?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/843675501229115645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=843675501229115645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/843675501229115645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/843675501229115645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-date.html' title='tHaT DaTe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-47996793039578027</id><published>2008-06-03T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:30:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going going gone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My name is Natasha. I am about so tall with about so brown eyes and I use to blog right here in the page full of colour of the top and black down below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, if you read my post i thank you. If you didnt, you didnt miss out on much. I hardly blocked anyway. It was just a bunch of words that i thought of and wanted to say and wished that one fine day someone would pay me a $100 bucks for saying it. Guess thats not happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'll get straight to the point. I'm not going to blog anymore. This blog will only have one author from now on instead of two. I'm leaving to well.....somewhere....honestly i dunno. I'm just going. I just hope that its some place nice. Not with flowers or a plain padi or rice field or soccer but just some place nice. Cause when the spines on your back start to sting....you just want to run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Any the ways, I love you for reading my posts. And if you're my friend, I love you more for supporting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well, lets keep  is short and sweet k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And keep reading k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-47996793039578027?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/47996793039578027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=47996793039578027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/47996793039578027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/47996793039578027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-going-gone.html' title='Going going gone....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-361901842586181807</id><published>2008-05-30T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:55.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itS saD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think some people can't cope with the rising living cost in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7hXKnkp-I/AAAAAAAAA1c/xHNI91f4a6A/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205846007390447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7hXKnkp-I/AAAAAAAAA1c/xHNI91f4a6A/s400/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7hY6nkp_I/AAAAAAAAA1k/sA86-A3Atr0/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205846037455218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7hY6nkp_I/AAAAAAAAA1k/sA86-A3Atr0/s400/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not an insult nor am I boasting that I'm way richer than them but I think we should really learn to appreciate what we have now. Cause you may never know, what's going to happen next..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yes, Sha's away for business. 4 days in Dubai. Want to know what I found out about Dubai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205847983075403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7jKKnkqAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/SUQhplslze8/s400/dubai-air-conditioned-bus-stop-seats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how super rich they are! Their bus stops are air conditioned! The people sleeping under the blocks would have loved the comfort here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: MisS HeR :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24811800-361901842586181807?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/361901842586181807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=361901842586181807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/361901842586181807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/361901842586181807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-sad.html' title='itS saD...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD7hXKnkp-I/AAAAAAAAA1c/xHNI91f4a6A/s72-c/Image061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7363718416677735442</id><published>2008-05-28T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:56.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>mR RaNdOm...</title><content type='html'>Here at &lt;strong&gt;Bra&amp;amp;Boxers&lt;/strong&gt;, we believe in &lt;em&gt;randomness&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, absolute &lt;em&gt;randomness&lt;/em&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; I have to do this &lt;strong&gt;$%^&amp;amp;**&lt;/strong&gt; just for the sake of showing you how random I can be. And I wonder where the hell is Mas Selamat. The dude has been away for two months now. Oh yeah, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say if we had a hundred lines, &lt;strong&gt;67&lt;/strong&gt; out of the &lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt; would have been utter nonsense that should have never been there in the first place. But its there just for the sake of filling up the spaces to make the entry look super cool. Other than that, it serves no purpose at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you had obediently read every &lt;strong&gt;SINGLE WORD&lt;/strong&gt; to this point &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;---&lt;/strong&gt; I must admit you're indeed a true reader. So I would like to thank you for your loyal readership which has made this blog a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, let's just stress on the randomness. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is way more superly cooler than here. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicgodfather.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://musicgodfather.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, if you don't want to get arrested then don't enter the site. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days have been tiring. Been travelling from one end to the other end of Singapore. And yes we have found White Sands new mascot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2a36nkp6I/AAAAAAAAA08/z6ApWc9_coo/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205487029728880546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2a36nkp6I/AAAAAAAAA08/z6ApWc9_coo/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I just felt like taking a picture with the mascot. I could have just stick to a over sized purple gay dinosaur but he wasn't around. Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205505343469430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2rh6nkp9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/0T4tOT-Cpm8/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was spotted at Chua Chu Kang. Pretty old but if I had to make one improvement on it to promote the 'keep Singapore clean' campaign, I would have done this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2a56nkp7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Agin-Xt5IsA/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205487064088618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2a56nkp7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Agin-Xt5IsA/s400/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205493880201717698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2hGqnkp8I/AAAAAAAAA1M/GKKmPBgW06g/s400/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bet you even the kids would love throwing their rubbish in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: SleeP :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7363718416677735442?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7363718416677735442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7363718416677735442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7363718416677735442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7363718416677735442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-random.html' title='mR RaNdOm...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SD2a36nkp6I/AAAAAAAAA08/z6ApWc9_coo/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7495181295948589691</id><published>2008-05-27T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:35:43.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Scoop....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~This entry was written by an author who just ate to cups of cookies and cream ice cream.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I Natasha am stress. Again. Why? Well because I have been thinking and then I just begun thinking too much and now, not quite yet but almost there...I am freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I am going to break it down into a systematic order so that I can prevent further breaking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;First, my boyfriend told me a whole lot of stuff. I freaked out. Well not really. Cause he was there and I had to keep a straight face and pretend that all was calm and cool. But inside I was thinking, "You love me alot? Oh my cheese and crackers, Sha what in the world of chocolates, what have you gotten yourself into?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So there I was at Redhill MRT station reasoning with my beloved boyfriend about why I think so negatively of our relationship and how I am perpetually keep jumping into conclusions of him running away from me or cheating on me or leaving me or.....oh crap. I'm starting to sound desperate now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Moving on, we talked and I listened and I smiled and I held his hand and he let go and I go scared and then it got late and he took the train and I took the train home and then he messaged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Bla bla bla bla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There I was, Natasha sitting in the MRT beside a passenger bouncing his bald head to some hip hop song, looking at the SMS, reading it thrice. When suddenly.....KABOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Do you know what happened? Do you? Do you? That's right you don't. Cause I haven't told you. Well I tell you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There I was, Natasha sitting in the MRT beside a passenger bouncing his bald head to some hip hop song, looking at the SMS, reading it thrice when suddenly........I had a moment of self realization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My boyfriend was so intensely committed to me and all I could think about was when he was leaving me. You know if I could look myself in the mirror I would tell myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"You ungrateful Euralay. The nerve of you downgrading your boyfriend to such a level. He loves you and here you are wasting your time thinking of whether you should have two cups of ice cream instead of three when he leaves you. Outrageous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Natasha, you should be appreciating all the things he did for you. Inclusive of combing your hair all the times you asked him too. And what about that time he held your hand when...........well there you go, Natasha, he doesn't even need a reason to hold you hand. Now where can you find another boy like that? Where damn it? Where?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Alright going overboard. But you know, I think I look better when I scold myself in the mirror. It brings out my eyes. You should try it sometime. Helps with mouth exercise too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, the moment of self realization. I was not as committed to my boyfriend as he is to me. All this while, as I was traveling around the world, my boyfriend was worried if I was safe or not and me....Little old mean me what thinking if he was cheating on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, Natasha, things are going to change. And its going to start with the ice cream. No more cookies and cream. From now on, its going to be strawberry. Its sweeter and more healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And Natasha, trust your boyfriend. You owe it to him. He loves you. All the more reason you should love him more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So as of this day, 27 MAY 2008, 2:26am, I declare that I Natasha Francisca Hamid am really tired and am going to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And that I trust my boyfriend, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Stay tuned for Part Two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7495181295948589691?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7495181295948589691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7495181295948589691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7495181295948589691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7495181295948589691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-scoop.html' title='Here&apos;s the Scoop....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4257434443070620914</id><published>2008-05-22T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gLaD tO kNow YoU FeeL tHe SaMe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blogger was arrested for making racist remarks on blog.&lt;/strong&gt; I think that was what the story which made head lines news yesterday. I don't really know what the hell happened but I browsed through the newspaper &lt;em&gt;(illegally of course)&lt;/em&gt; and read things like &lt;em&gt;'I didn't know people read my blog'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'he was smelly'&lt;/em&gt; or maybe &lt;em&gt;'never changed his clothes for a long time'&lt;/em&gt; or somewhere along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not here to add on to whatever nonsense he left behind but this story has struck me to blog about this. This is actual evidence that Singaporeans &lt;em&gt;(maybe not all but majority)&lt;/em&gt; are indeed too pampered. And when I say Singaporeans I mean myself too. Okay, maybe saying pampered isn't the right word but maybe the word should be &lt;em&gt;'blessed'&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, we Singaporeans are really &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Let me tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently he was making a remark of someone in the train, maybe someone who sat or stood beside him, who cares. Here is my point. We all hate crowded trains, who loves them (unless of course, all you want to do is grind the old woman in front of you, then I shall rest my case) but its hard to avoid the crowd when everything has gone up and public transportation is the best most cheapest mode around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the crowd here ain't as bad as this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiXPQb6u354&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aiXPQb6u354&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can't see the video, let me tell you what's in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; We see commuters waiting to board the train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; They have to literally shove themselves in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Train staff actually help this commuters shove themselves in by pushing them in like sardines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what else to say. Just wait for it to load and watch it for yourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least here in Singapore, we don't have to really push ourselves in and we don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; staff pushing us in. In fact we do have staffs telling us that the next train arrives in 4 minutes. And if you realize, there is still space in the train but people just don't put in the effort to move in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my dear fellow Singaporeans, we are blessed with good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;signages&lt;/span&gt; unlike this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203053187726354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDT1Tqnkp2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/7zxrdSjALJM/s400/fire.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even on crowded days it ain't as bad as this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203053192021321586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDT1T6nkp3I/AAAAAAAAA0k/iF-TkA_JuBM/s400/77799378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And help is always close by unlike this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203053192021321602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDT1T6nkp4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/bFZ7PHT6ySI/s400/sign-emergencyphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the next time you want to complain, think. And maybe you won't get yourself arrested by your friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; policeman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: Sha'S iN MiLaN :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4257434443070620914?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4257434443070620914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4257434443070620914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4257434443070620914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4257434443070620914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/glad-to-know-you-feel-same.html' title='gLaD tO kNow YoU FeeL tHe SaMe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDT1Tqnkp2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/7zxrdSjALJM/s72-c/fire.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4317476988853754024</id><published>2008-05-20T09:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:57.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last spoke here so now let me start complaining. Everything is going up up up. Yes, prices of rice is going up, petrol is a killer and now even electricity is going up. There's this ongoing campaign to save electricity but thing is, its shown on Television. Why not save more electricity and start printing out fliers and posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people have gone through great extends to save electricity. Let us see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202273797392144210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDIwdLXhl1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/sxazdubdvKY/s400/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you don't know what it is, its actually a girl using her laptop under the block. That's okay of course but she's plugged the adaptor to the socket under the block too. Talk about saving electricity and promoting it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And next we shall see how people or might I say a group of people save even more electricity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202273853226719074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDIwgbXhl2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/hB-iFGKq1Os/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't know how to comment on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: DOwN PleaSe :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24811800-4317476988853754024?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4317476988853754024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4317476988853754024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4317476988853754024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4317476988853754024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/up.html' title='Up...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SDIwdLXhl1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/sxazdubdvKY/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1381400362295917548</id><published>2008-05-07T13:22:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha Vs Tengku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just met Osama Bin Laden's best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Let me introduce him. Just call him Tengku&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(chief)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCE9v-5uWUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/DO6iLXGndUY/s1600-h/profile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCE9v-5uWUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/DO6iLXGndUY/s400/profile.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197503339510520130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku, bless his name, who's got no balls to use his own name is from Ipoh, Perak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;From his profile picture, I presume he is Final fantasy fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku has painstakingly sat down, viewed my friendster pictures and has commented on half one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He even took the time to give me some advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Of which does not appeal to me for I am not  a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rumour has it, Tengku has already commented on several other people from Friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This got me to thinking that he must be a very very free man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And since, I have a lot of free time now, I shall comment on Tengku too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;For I believe one good deed deserves another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry about the bad cropping of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, my Malay is not all that good so if I happen to translate whatever Tengku said wrongly, please feel free to correct me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFD-O5uWVI/AAAAAAAAAzE/G2IK-VUTyAM/s1600-h/comment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFD-O5uWVI/AAAAAAAAAzE/G2IK-VUTyAM/s400/comment1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197510181393422674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku commented: owh my2....cover ur aurat plizzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(aurat= parts of the girl's body that should be covered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha comments: I dunno if you're referring to me or my Hafez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;                   Either ways. It just sounds like you're jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFN8u5uWWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Vy7ri2Hs1gk/s1600-h/comment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFN8u5uWWI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Vy7ri2Hs1gk/s400/comment2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197521150739896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: umah kata blah laaaaaa.....kubo kata mail lahhh....apa kau sanggup mnghadapi panas nya api d nraka apabila ia mambakar bhgian tubuh yg kau dedah kan?,,,,,sebaik2 wanita dalah wanita yg th bgaimna dan d mana ptut nya d litakkan maruah nya sbgaia seorg wanita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: If  any of you happen to know what he is talking about, please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;  I think Tengku hates the letters a, e, i, o, u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFQ7e5uWXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/qSXJOW0Bvmo/s1600-h/comment+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFQ7e5uWXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/qSXJOW0Bvmo/s400/comment+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197524427799943538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: kehidupan remaja zaman kini...buta dgn apa itu halal dan apa itu haram...... sesngguh nya kau bersedih apabila mlihat saudara seislam ku cuba mnjadi barat lebih dari barat itu sndiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(teenagers today are blinded by what is allowed and what is not allowed....it is very sad to see a Muslim more westernized that a westerner himself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I think thats what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: I'm not a Muslim girl. I am who I am. I know I'm fat. I'm happy. If you're so confident, how come you have final fantasy picture as your friendster primary photo? Are you really that good looking and really own such a bike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFUJO5uWYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mfwbUglSHO0/s1600-h/comment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFUJO5uWYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mfwbUglSHO0/s400/comment4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197527962558028162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: u should not miss them...should b thankfull to Allah if u r stayin far from them..at least u can avoid from stupid mistake...cover ur aurat plizzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: You're judging my friends too. That's really sad. Especially when they're more covered up than me. I dunno, but maybe you dont have that many friends? I hope that's not the case. That would be all the more sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFa5-5uWZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/mLB2Fmk9AoY/s1600-h/comment5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFa5-5uWZI/AAAAAAAAAzk/mLB2Fmk9AoY/s400/comment5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197535397146417554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: smiling like a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: For someone who uses the name of God, you sure are vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFeEO5uWaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xrDOUN39Ib0/s1600-h/comment6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFeEO5uWaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/xrDOUN39Ib0/s400/comment6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197538871774960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: yg belah kanan bj hitam, tu cam pondan ja aku tgk ish2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;              :  astagfirullahhhh... mngucap pjg aku di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(the girl on the right in black looks like a tranny. I think thats what pondan means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once again, if someone can help me figure out what he is saying in the 2nd comment, feel free to let me know. Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: For you to actually be calling my girlfriend a pondan, doesnt it mean in some way or the other you were checking her out? Or maybe, I dunno, but just maybe, you've  never  been kissed before. Oh wait, do people from Ipoh know such words like pondan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFi5u5uWbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1oeVrJIPEps/s1600-h/comment7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFi5u5uWbI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1oeVrJIPEps/s400/comment7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197544188944472498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: cover ur aurat plizzz...apa kau x malu jantan2 ni meratah tgk badan kau...apa kau dh x de maruah...sekurang2 nya tolong lah malu dgn diri sndiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(cover the parts of which should be covered please....you're inviting guys to come have a "meal" with you....i dunno what the third sentence means....you yourself should know your limits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I think thats what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: I'm sorry for showing off my chubby arms and hair. I meant to do it. It was a really hot day. Couldn't you tell from the light outside the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Comment 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFm0-5uWdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vzQt69Z5YRs/s1600-h/comment+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCFm0-5uWdI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vzQt69Z5YRs/s400/comment+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197548505386605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tengku: ya allah...apa nih...aku malu tgk apa kau diri sndiri x malu ker....hmmmmm kau x de masa dh nk taubat kalu tetiba kau mati...mnjerit lah nant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(oh my god...what is this...i feel embarrassed for you for embarrassing yourself...hmm...when the time comes and you dont repent death will come upon you....that's when you'll be calling for help)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Natasha: I do admit that my top is rather low in the front. When the dooms day comes, maybe we can have a cup of coffee and chat about how innocent you are. And i sure wont be calling tengku for help, if that is your real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There you have it folks. Natasha Vs Tengku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As much as I would like to block Tengku from my profile, I think he was just voicing out what he beliefs in and I don’t blame him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I may not know much about Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I do know that it is a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And  that it has something to do with the knowledge you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, if you judge someone by only knowing their name, doesn’t sound like you very knowledgeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Don’t you agree Tengku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-1381400362295917548?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1381400362295917548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1381400362295917548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1381400362295917548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1381400362295917548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/natasha-vs-tengku.html' title='Natasha Vs Tengku'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCE9v-5uWUI/AAAAAAAAAy8/DO6iLXGndUY/s72-c/profile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-9005144911199421134</id><published>2008-05-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:33:58.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhO eveR CaMe oUt wiTh ThaT...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why roses are called roses and why the opium plant is called opium. Like, there must be a group of people out there somewhere who sat down together over a cup of coffee and decided the names for such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me, they usual name them after some scientific name which came from some Latin name. So which one exactly is the source? Did you know that the scientific name for a rose is actually &lt;strong&gt;Rosa multiflora&lt;/strong&gt;? I'm not kidding. Google it and you'll probably find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why have scientific names? Or just imagine if they didn't simplified it, the guys would be going, &lt;em&gt;"Honey, would you like a bouquet of Rosa multiflora for Valentine's day?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be so hard to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'll show you an unedited picture which I got from Mustafa Centre. And I swear I didn't even touch it. It's a pure picture. Have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ9-5uWQI/AAAAAAAAAyc/6WKrNpDWms0/s1600-h/Mustafa+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197305667935688962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ9-5uWQI/AAAAAAAAAyc/6WKrNpDWms0/s400/Mustafa+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HORNY GOAT WEED, SATISFACTION ASSURED???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever came up with that name? What were they thinking?! Alright, so this is what I found out from this website, &lt;a href="http://anrvitamins.com/glossary/hornyg.html"&gt;http://anrvitamins.com/glossary/hornyg.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its a form of vitamin. I'll quote from site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Used as an aphrodisiac; increases blood flow to the genital area, which improves sexual energy and pleasure to both men and women; lowers blood pressure by dilating capillaries and blood vessels; slows adrenal production that can hinder blood flow to the sex organs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why HORNY GOAT WEED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking maybe they named it after looking at the characteristics of a goat. Why not call it HORNY MONKEYS WEED? Or maybe cause Goats lick the area first before going down to business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it sure is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dude, what's that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's my vitamins"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's in it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Horny Goat Weed" Try it! Makes you horny!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please guys, if you've eaten it, please please please don't go to Mustafa Center to get condoms. Why? Cause they ran out of it....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ-u5uWRI/AAAAAAAAAyk/_XjZDg5WL0A/s1600-h/Mustafa+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ_O5uWSI/AAAAAAAAAys/uAeNCKabFLI/s1600-h/Mustafa+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197305689410525474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ_O5uWSI/AAAAAAAAAys/uAeNCKabFLI/s400/Mustafa+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ_O5uWTI/AAAAAAAAAy0/PyAB2abGCAk/s1600-h/Mustafa+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: WhO CaMe uP wiTH ThaT :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-9005144911199421134?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/9005144911199421134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=9005144911199421134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/9005144911199421134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/9005144911199421134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-ever-came-out-with-that.html' title='WhO eveR CaMe oUt wiTh ThaT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SCCJ9-5uWQI/AAAAAAAAAyc/6WKrNpDWms0/s72-c/Mustafa+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1791558875742836528</id><published>2008-05-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:02.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTs BeeN awhiLe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here's the plan, we meet at 12 noon at Clementi to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we had a plan. It didn't work out cause some had other commitments while others were sleeping soundly at home. Too bad for them cause firstly the price we had to pay for 5 games was pretty affordable and secondly we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it ended up with Zul and me again, the 2 idiots who have been competing against each other since year 2. Lost our 'striking' and 'sparing' skills so to speak but it was the fun of it that made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vo-5uV8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_FM2WqG8HzM/s1600-h/Mustafa+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135982367758274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vo-5uV8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_FM2WqG8HzM/s320/Mustafa+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpO5uV9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/rg2eHkszlag/s1600-h/Mustafa+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135986662725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpO5uV9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/rg2eHkszlag/s320/Mustafa+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpO5uV-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/5pL4F48RD4w/s1600-h/Mustafa+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135986662725602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpO5uV-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/5pL4F48RD4w/s320/Mustafa+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpe5uV_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/jkjOFwp-BSE/s1600-h/Mustafa+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135990957692914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpe5uV_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/jkjOFwp-BSE/s320/Mustafa+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpe5uWAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fHHoiEG56m4/s1600-h/Mustafa+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197135990957692930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vpe5uWAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/fHHoiEG56m4/s320/Mustafa+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a woman's mood, it was pretty obvious the scores improved and had her frequent swings. But I think the scores we produced were pretty alright. Not that bad. Maybe we should pick up a few bowling lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were things there that made us laugh pretty hard too. Firstly we had &lt;strong&gt;Mat Chicken&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137640225134610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_xJe5uWBI/AAAAAAAAAwk/dIhvJH-adr4/s320/Mustafa+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you zoom in to the boy in the blue shirt, you would see a significant head gear. I don't what the hell it is for but he was using it the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137644520101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_xJu5uWCI/AAAAAAAAAws/YBLTqWnESAY/s320/Mustafa+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had this. The &lt;strong&gt;killer SPLIT&lt;/strong&gt; or also known as the &lt;strong&gt;GOAL POST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137653110036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_xKO5uWDI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Wruh3YOAkyE/s320/Mustafa+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then followed by another &lt;strong&gt;KILLER SPLIT&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GOAL POST&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes there are people who can spare this shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fr2LKHr21X8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it made me wonder how the hell they did it. But nevertheless I don't have the money and time to bowl so much so we shall stick to amateur playing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137653110036546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_xKO5uWEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/AaSTyFYdViw/s320/Mustafa+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197137653110036562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_xKO5uWFI/AAAAAAAAAxE/KwVjh2MRQW8/s320/Mustafa+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138718261925986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_yIO5uWGI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BdGrTYAqI0Q/s320/Mustafa+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138718261926002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_yIO5uWHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/vcmegUQD_Tg/s320/Mustafa+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It ain't that bad. At least the stats here showed us something to smile about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Mustafa Center at night and yes we had more fun there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138722556893314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_yIe5uWII/AAAAAAAAAxc/ngSLrAjKhCM/s320/Mustafa+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizal Hawk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138722556893330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_yIe5uWJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/BD6FsFhHSKA/s320/Mustafa+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cowboys Sesat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197138722556893346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_yIe5uWKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qCD0SSD9e84/s320/Mustafa+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The salesperson was pretty friendly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139667449698482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_y_e5uWLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QzXR0ny7c6w/s320/Mustafa+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Contenders Mustafa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139671744665794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_y_u5uWMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/rROwE8m63RM/s320/Mustafa+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flying Ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139671744665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_y_u5uWNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bPbEpnwMQSs/s320/Mustafa+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kickers Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139676039633122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_y_-5uWOI/AAAAAAAAAyM/U2ciq8lEw6w/s320/Mustafa+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197139676039633138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_y_-5uWPI/AAAAAAAAAyU/AeRdtNUDTJw/s320/Mustafa+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mat Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cl7QgdOccs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And so we decided to play with TOYS..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: MiSS Sha :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-1791558875742836528?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1791558875742836528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1791558875742836528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1791558875742836528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1791558875742836528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='iTs BeeN awhiLe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB_vo-5uV8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/_FM2WqG8HzM/s72-c/Mustafa+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5595090897240374454</id><published>2008-05-05T07:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:03.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May i HaVe YoUr aTTenTioN PLeaSe...</title><content type='html'>Before we head on down to the agenda of the day, there are certain things I would like to bring up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're obediently reading point number 1, you're doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if you're here just to see the pictures and then quickly assume that we're talking shit about the person &lt;strong&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/strong&gt; even reading the words that are accompanying it means you're just plain &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lazy&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; This blog is meant to entertain people our opinions and not a place to criticise anyone. That is why you should read and not just judge it by looking at the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I have more than 400 entries in this blog as I carried some over from my previous blog in here. So if you want to know how it evolved along the way, &lt;strong&gt;READ&lt;/strong&gt; damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; If you've reached this point and you feel like you know what the blogger is trying to say then continue reading, if not &lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF!&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for something TOTALLY UNRELATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196666353463744386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB5Eg-5uV4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Tkdc6rjWINk/s400/donotspit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I don't have to translate it cause it's already in 3 different languages unless of course you need me to translate it in Tamil for you which I obviously can't. This is probably found in Malaysia but wherever it came from, I hope the people there follow the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196670051430586258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB5H4O5uV5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ITRM-8D6DR0/s400/IMAG0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now this is found in Singapore. If you take the public transport, you would have probably seen it in the trains. Now this is the part that really made me think, a lot. Instead of the &lt;strong&gt;No durians&lt;/strong&gt; rule (which I find very weird), why not make it &lt;strong&gt;No smelly people&lt;/strong&gt; rule. Come on, let's all admit it that people with body odour kills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understand that Durians are smelly but if I were a tourist, I would be thinking that indeed Singapore is a FINE city. It would have been crazier if this were to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196673715037689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB5LNe5uV6I/AAAAAAAAAvs/ASjzcxF_JJk/s400/IMAG0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I thought to myself, why fine someone so much. And where does the money go to? I shall research on this and get back to you as soon as I get some answers from SMRT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196679676452296626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB5Qoe5uV7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/MUvdQF42U0Q/s400/IMAG0069+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: HaPPy :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5595090897240374454?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5595090897240374454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5595090897240374454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5595090897240374454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5595090897240374454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-i-have-your-attention-please.html' title='May i HaVe YoUr aTTenTioN PLeaSe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SB5Eg-5uV4I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Tkdc6rjWINk/s72-c/donotspit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5017114733465411361</id><published>2008-05-04T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:11:25.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaT ThE $%^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION READERS (whoever you may be)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're here for the first time, read the other post and not only the recent one. Damn it. This blog is shared by two authors with DIFFERENT views! So instead of making assumptions that this is the next place where we critic people, think again. There's more than just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back later at night. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: aPiZ :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5017114733465411361?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5017114733465411361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5017114733465411361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5017114733465411361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5017114733465411361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='WhaT ThE $%^&amp;*'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-863128596462983539</id><published>2008-05-03T22:54:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching the name to the Face.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ladies and girls…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to Natasha’s Fashion Post….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always wanted to do this and I might probably get into trouble but who cares…..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Special thanks to all below and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;www.friendster.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lets begin with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;The Young Chickas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;or so they claim…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Introducing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;ADEK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByKrO5uVtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rqocICIuc5c/s1600-h/adek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByKrO5uVtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rqocICIuc5c/s400/adek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196180545417926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Notice her talent for making her face a different colour tone from she skin.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bra strap was well chosen to match her earrings. She has neatly placed a hair clip of which does not match to bring out her eyes. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the eyes are fake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Next we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Baby Cine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;**Please do not admire the people on the left.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByMyu5uVwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uDBAMzxvoBI/s1600-h/baby+cine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByMyu5uVwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/uDBAMzxvoBI/s400/baby+cine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196182873290200834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByMOu5uVuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VVur0KEFwE4/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByMOu5uVuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/VVur0KEFwE4/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196182254814910178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is  absolutely perfect for those before and after under 19 make-up test. Not for animals but for humans.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although Chinese claimed, she is blessed with rather alright sized eyes and double eyelids. Her eyes are further accentuated with gold dust as you can observe on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now lets put our hands together for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Eerah Manje&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Definition of Manje&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;According to Dr Dian Farini, The all time Chicka and Sir Muhd Hilmi Bin Othman, a Model Scout, Manje means pampered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByOZu5uVxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/64frnD-Pcqo/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByOZu5uVxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/64frnD-Pcqo/s400/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196184642816726802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Eerah, has adorably pampered herself with the sense of touch. Some people try to get it from their boyfriends or loved ones. But she has daintily used her hands as her own solace. Especially the finger tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Moving on is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;BayBie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByO3O5uVyI/AAAAAAAAAus/bUHHA0epkoI/s1600-h/baybie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByO3O5uVyI/AAAAAAAAAus/bUHHA0epkoI/s400/baybie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196185149622867746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Her eye brows have been specially designed to suit the exact opposite of a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The slight use of blusher is used to potray the rosy cheeks of that of a baby. Together with the use of foundation and concealer and highlight, she has achieved the baby bottoms smooth complexion. &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\natasha\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="baybie"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Just like babies, she likes to suck on her fingers too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Next we have the delicious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chocoholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByPT-5uVzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/H8GIrjbdIng/s1600-h/chocoholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByPT-5uVzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/H8GIrjbdIng/s400/chocoholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196185643544106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is white chocolate coated topped of with green minty eyes, I think, and a chain of rotten berries. Thanks to her tidy combed hair, she has brought out the new white chocolate with extra spicy yet scary but most likely crunchy hazelnuts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lets move on shall we to the next and my favourite category.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Naturals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;These young set of girls are not pretty but certainly bring a smile to your face with their natural beauty. No make-up, no accessories, no anything. Just one percent pure naturalness. They come in all shape and sizes too.  NO  NICKNAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByP9-5uV0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/-6sKWIV_c_E/s1600-h/faten+hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rst up we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Faten Hannah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByP9-5uV0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/-6sKWIV_c_E/s400/faten+hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196186365098612546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;As she holds the hat securely on, she flashes us a white smile. Her pearly white teeth draws all attention from the puffy eyes and messy hair. Nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Joining her is…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ms Tumbuck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I hope i spelt her name right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByQc-5uV1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/9EV8IKxH-aY/s1600-h/pasti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByQc-5uV1I/AAAAAAAAAvE/9EV8IKxH-aY/s400/pasti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196186897674557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just as seen, eats, sleeps, smokes. Wearing a tank tops adds to the comfort of doing such daily duties. Sometimes, not wearing a bra helps too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And tonight we are closing with the one with the sharp object&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByQ3O5uV2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/nDw7nYXUWs0/s1600-h/aishah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByQ3O5uV2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/nDw7nYXUWs0/s400/aishah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196187348646123362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;She is, I presume of mixed bred. The brunette is dressed casual, smiling and just plain sweet. Although the scissors makes her hand appear gigantically inproportionate her features still stand out shying away from the sharpness of the scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;For our grand finale, we shall close with the following beauties. Those of whom had me staring at them countless number of times in all the wrong places for all the right reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBySnu5uV3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/eUKdWkhSyKg/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBySnu5uV3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/eUKdWkhSyKg/s400/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196189281381406578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;No, they are not sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is Natasha, thanking all the girls who have obliviously participated in the above post. I would like to extend my outmost gratitude to you for posting your pictures on Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-863128596462983539?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/863128596462983539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=863128596462983539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/863128596462983539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/863128596462983539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/matching-name-to-face.html' title='Matching the name to the Face.....'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SByKrO5uVtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rqocICIuc5c/s72-c/adek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2822932984678375162</id><published>2008-05-01T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ThouGht TheY weRe WeiRd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBq4he5uVpI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2muMSISFSrQ/s1600-h/IMAG0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. This is from Wikipedia. I did my &lt;s&gt;copy paste&lt;/s&gt; research and this is what they say it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Labour Day is an annual holiday celebrated all over the world that resulted from efforts of the labour union movement, to celebrate the economic and social achievements of workers. The majority of countries celebrate Labour Day on May 1 and it is popularly known as May Day and International Worker's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're celebrating it, remember what you're celebrating. I was working my ass off. They should have F&amp;amp;B day where all F&amp;amp;B related shops close for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, see, we all know that Singapore is very small. How small? Very small and the best thing is that we have millions of people living in it but do you know where is the most congested place in Singapore. Well, believe it or not, its Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so congested they even have to put up signs and there are so many humans there that it becomes traffic. I'm not kidding you. Its true. If you don't believe me, see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBq4hu5uVqI/AAAAAAAAAts/Y3GNpPvV7c4/s1600-h/IMAG0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195668009790625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBq4hu5uVqI/AAAAAAAAAts/Y3GNpPvV7c4/s400/IMAG0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See! No photoshop no nothing! Its really there. So when you're in Pasir Ris watch out! You may get hit by a group of crossing humans!&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/24811800-2822932984678375162?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2822932984678375162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2822932984678375162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2822932984678375162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2822932984678375162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-they-were-weird.html' title='i ThouGht TheY weRe WeiRd...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBq4hu5uVqI/AAAAAAAAAts/Y3GNpPvV7c4/s72-c/IMAG0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1129168881729771934</id><published>2008-04-30T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:05.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i LoVe mY friEnDs...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you why I love my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBiz-e5uVnI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Lt2zFHwCYwk/s1600-h/aisyah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195100056200304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBiz-e5uVnI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Lt2zFHwCYwk/s400/aisyah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing was.... it continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBiz_e5uVoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VpB2RfgcVxE/s1600-h/aisyah+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195100073380173442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBiz_e5uVoI/AAAAAAAAAtc/VpB2RfgcVxE/s400/aisyah+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: ThAnk yoU :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-1129168881729771934?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1129168881729771934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1129168881729771934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1129168881729771934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1129168881729771934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-love-my-friends.html' title='Why i LoVe mY friEnDs...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBiz-e5uVnI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Lt2zFHwCYwk/s72-c/aisyah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-671838224028303032</id><published>2008-04-28T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:06.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinions'/><title type='text'>LoSt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think it's called Monday Blues cause I couldn't think of anything interesting to blog about. I even had to go to the extend of asking people around for ideas on what to blog about when I came to this conclusion, 'I'm going to blog about survival' Yes! That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I go on, something that is TOTALLY UNRELATED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194520927105078882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBalQu5uVmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/75dDDgkGm1A/s320/120605860550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that was something random. Got it off the net and the remarks below the picture aren't words of mine. But anyways, back to topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, we feel like running away from home and till now I don't get this 'missing people' thing happening in Singapore. How can someone go missing in Singapore and not get found? Okay, Mas Selamat aside but I'm talking about people who ran away from home. I have two theories about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. They're no longer in Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. They're in Singapore but probably living with their friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was thinking, IF you do want to run away from home, how do you go about doing that. Somethings you need to have and need to know. So I'll break it down for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things you need to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Singapore is freaking small (unless of course you don't have many friends around)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. If you do get stopped by the Police, that's it. Home is where you're going to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. A missing person is considered missing only after 24 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. You're sure to get screwed when they find you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things you need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Toothbrush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Perfume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sets (please note the S in the Set, the second S) of clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Places to stay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Toilet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. A master plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I still don't know how people can get missing but this are things you need which are very very essential. I can go on forever about why you need it but I'll leave it up to your own intepretation. Now now, cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: Go HoMe :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-671838224028303032?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/671838224028303032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=671838224028303032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/671838224028303032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/671838224028303032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='LoSt...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBalQu5uVmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/75dDDgkGm1A/s72-c/120605860550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1397771294657171361</id><published>2008-04-25T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:07.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny crap'/><title type='text'>YoU mAkE mE FuNNy FeeLinG</title><content type='html'>Before I go on, let me introduce a random site to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;a href="http://www.subservientchicken.com/"&gt;http://www.subservientchicken.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to call the site. Don't worry boys, its safe for work and girls, its nothing naughty so let your kids play it. It's a pretty interesting site for bored people like myself. Tag me about what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this site the other day &lt;a href="http://engrish.com/"&gt;http://engrish.com/&lt;/a&gt; and I thought to myself it's a site you should go to when you're feeling crappy and you need a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a collection of pictures &lt;em&gt;(from signage to billboards)&lt;/em&gt; of funny use of English taken from many parts of the world. &lt;em&gt;(that's a hell load of 'ofs' in that line)&lt;/em&gt; So I'm not sure where this came from but it would probably be either from Japan or China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of making fun of this people (which I don't intend to cause I'm still using 'made in China' products) I shall try my best to explain to people what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5Ue5uVlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-rnVPNlcD48/s1600-h/please-keep-cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346713111123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5Ue5uVlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-rnVPNlcD48/s320/please-keep-cleaning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go easy on this one. Simple, they just want us to shut the hell up and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5M-5uVgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PMm332qqUko/s1600-h/handle-with-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346584262104578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5M-5uVgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PMm332qqUko/s320/handle-with-cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its something fragile and explosive inside so you should use cakes to help reduce loss and never smoke near crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5M-5uVhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uB3CpqQRAo4/s1600-h/healthy-pleasure-juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346584262104594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5M-5uVhI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uB3CpqQRAo4/s320/healthy-pleasure-juice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is way better than sex, trust me on this one guys. Firstly, it promotes nutrients cause they are losing popularity amongst men and then further go against science to tell you that oranges, apples, pears and honey are indeed beans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5NO5uViI/AAAAAAAAAss/rHawF5qHgF4/s1600-h/kids-swear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346588557071906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5NO5uViI/AAAAAAAAAss/rHawF5qHgF4/s320/kids-swear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's either you buy it of F*ck off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5NO5uVjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ktPnVyCfkZk/s1600-h/overp-ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346588557071922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5NO5uVjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ktPnVyCfkZk/s320/overp-ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to go to Platform 2, go via the ass please. Ass here means humps. Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5Ne5uVkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/In6gF2FXiwQ/s1600-h/passed-by-our-manager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346592852039234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5Ne5uVkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/In6gF2FXiwQ/s320/passed-by-our-manager.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This only shows that if you need water, demand that the manager serve it to you. Just tell him to zip up after serving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ44u5uVbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WcNWioJAWUE/s1600-h/be-careful-the-safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346236369753522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ44u5uVbI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WcNWioJAWUE/s320/be-careful-the-safe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountainous regions are considered 'safes' because you go in and never come out. Simple. Like any other safe, the only way out is to get cash out which means paramedics. So don't jump cause they don't know what paramedics are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45O5uVcI/AAAAAAAAAr8/W1-BAWAv2SE/s1600-h/buy-used-tissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346244959688130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45O5uVcI/AAAAAAAAAr8/W1-BAWAv2SE/s320/buy-used-tissue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They believe in the Save Earth campaign so why not? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45O5uVdI/AAAAAAAAAsE/m3JYGraxD1w/s1600-h/club-the-celebrity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346244959688146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45O5uVdI/AAAAAAAAAsE/m3JYGraxD1w/s320/club-the-celebrity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a place where you get to hit celebrities. Its pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45e5uVeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZUU82LCu4Aw/s1600-h/coleslaw-wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346249254655458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45e5uVeI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZUU82LCu4Aw/s320/coleslaw-wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order to meet qualifications of clean, you need to soak in coleslaw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45e5uVfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1ogKklQztLk/s1600-h/dairy-comfort-bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193346249254655474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ45e5uVfI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1ogKklQztLk/s320/dairy-comfort-bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now we know where milk comes from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: I neeD to LaughiNg mySeLf :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-1397771294657171361?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1397771294657171361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1397771294657171361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1397771294657171361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1397771294657171361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-make-me-funny-feeling.html' title='YoU mAkE mE FuNNy FeeLinG'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBJ5Ue5uVlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-rnVPNlcD48/s72-c/please-keep-cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-263159172347989205</id><published>2008-04-24T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:09.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FaKe TaSte GooD...</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming Beijing Olympics games coming in a few months time, Beijing is putting in a lot of effort to reduce the air pollution in their country and making sure everything is safe in their country &lt;em&gt;(I'm talking about security after all the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; ha about raging monks)&lt;/em&gt; So people from the &lt;strong&gt;Save Earth&lt;/strong&gt; campaign &lt;em&gt;(if you do exist)&lt;/em&gt; don't worry, our Chinese friends are doing their part to save the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Earth aside, they have other issues to settle to cause loads of foreigners from all around the world are coming in. And what is it? English you think? Oh no. That will be my topic for tomorrow, but instead they will need to look into their black market for &lt;em&gt;'original goods'&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, its products that are made in China. See, I don't call them imitation cause some are really products of their own. Then again, they made the originals for the real companies, why make so much noise when they make their own 'original' products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016223967630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMve5uVUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/74RMZenxxZk/s400/fuma2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon? Yes, this is the official tee shirt for the movie Flying Puma Smoking Weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016215377696018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMu-5uVRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/8P39R9LhT5Y/s400/chinesefakebrand06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on, say it with me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nes&lt;/span&gt; a mi G. Okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nes&lt;/span&gt; a mi G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNF-5uVYI/AAAAAAAAArc/0FpBkH4cUZQ/s1600-h/sqny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016610514687362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNF-5uVYI/AAAAAAAAArc/0FpBkH4cUZQ/s400/sqny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I swear I don't know how to pronounce this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt; can I get a SQ NY batteries? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNGO5uVZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Z7T049DXYsc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016614809654674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNGO5uVZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Z7T049DXYsc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Change the B with a F and swap the R next to it and you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frikin&lt;/span&gt; Stick.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNGO5uVaI/AAAAAAAAArs/_19MtzM8RbI/s1600-h/window3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016614809654690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNGO5uVaI/AAAAAAAAArs/_19MtzM8RbI/s400/window3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016219672663346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMvO5uVTI/AAAAAAAAAq0/L44wetoYPow/s400/fake_counterfeit_lg_chocolate_phone_problems_detect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call this cheaper no contract phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMvO5uVSI/AAAAAAAAAqs/onKXdB9PBY4/s1600-h/DSC05493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016219672663330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMvO5uVSI/AAAAAAAAAqs/onKXdB9PBY4/s400/DSC05493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCP. Portable China Player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMvu5uVVI/AAAAAAAAArE/Vi_KSEEEmJM/s1600-h/polystation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016228262597970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMvu5uVVI/AAAAAAAAArE/Vi_KSEEEmJM/s400/polystation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man I miss my childhood games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016606219720050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNFu5uVXI/AAAAAAAAArU/HB09gLCCzek/s400/smartfortwovsbubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This came out in the news a long time ago. But I think China's car (on the left) looks cuter.&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;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the best product would go to.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193016606219720034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFNFu5uVWI/AAAAAAAAArM/x-7I6Qf2fXk/s400/realfakew1k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rolex. Every child's dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OuGht&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LoVe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TheM&lt;/span&gt; :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-263159172347989205?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/263159172347989205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=263159172347989205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/263159172347989205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/263159172347989205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/fake-taste-good.html' title='FaKe TaSte GooD...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SBFMve5uVUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/74RMZenxxZk/s72-c/fuma2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5749677800890723542</id><published>2008-04-23T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:10.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i LoVe theM KiDs...</title><content type='html'>Do you love kids? Well, I do. I love them alot actually. I think kids are the most adorable beings on Earth and they make people turn their heads around just to say "aww, what a lovely child"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453252539372802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9MuO5uVQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EL5rvfevRts/s400/pyzamdrunkbabes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they're at a young age, they always aspire to be like their parents. Which make them much more adorable than before. They always look up to their parents and believe that their parents are their heroes in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453248244405474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9Mt-5uVOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Bm6grz6oNt4/s400/when-i-grow-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always always support their parents in one way or another. But sometimes they can be mean with their words and blame their parents for something they did but at the end of the day, they still say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9Mtu5uVNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W6SvXlrqnv0/s1600-h/pyzambitchymom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453243949438162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9Mtu5uVNI/AAAAAAAAAqE/W6SvXlrqnv0/s400/pyzambitchymom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that whereever they go, they will always be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9Mt-5uVPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jpCjmqkU6iw/s1600-h/Slow_Children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192453248244405490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9Mt-5uVPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jpCjmqkU6iw/s400/Slow_Children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, they are.... that's why I love kids...&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;Thanks for the pictures whoever you are..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: KiDs :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24811800-5749677800890723542?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5749677800890723542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5749677800890723542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5749677800890723542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5749677800890723542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-them-kids.html' title='i LoVe theM KiDs...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SA9MuO5uVQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EL5rvfevRts/s72-c/pyzamdrunkbabes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8064886307315911246</id><published>2008-04-23T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:37:58.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iN LoVe wiTh...</title><content type='html'>This is what I'm currently in love with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mars bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cause shes super nice&lt;br /&gt;2. Cause she bought it for me which so happens to be my favourite chocolate bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend got me Mars cause I was telling her how grumpy I was with endless queues. See this is what happened. And I think its ridiculous for me to bitch about it cause nothing's going to change but hell, let's just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; My brother came out late from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot to bring my EZ link card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to queue to withdraw money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to queue to buy concession for my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to wait for two trains till it finally said 'NEXT TRAIN OUT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so day aside,&lt;em&gt; honestly its a rarity for me to do this nowadays but hell again&lt;/em&gt;, I have issues that I have to bring up. Issues about the damn train. Yes, the &lt;strong&gt;MRT&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh no, not cause they travel at 70km/hr or cause they are always sparkling clean, its people who board them that make me wonder why throw in more trains on the track when it's not going to change people's mindset on how to board the bloody train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is why people crowd the entrance/exit of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Shit I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Shit there's no train after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Shit I need to shit so let's just fight for a bloody seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That all. I think SMRT should have a new rule. Well, its ridiculous again but hell, I should run SMRT and give this people a spanking on the asses so they deserve seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're given a seat if you're 4 months &lt;em&gt;(and above)&lt;/em&gt; pregnant, old and ready to die soon or a child who cannot keep still in the damn train.&lt;br /&gt;2. You're given a seat if you're destination is more than 8 stops away.&lt;br /&gt;3. You're given a seat if you've worked more than 10 hours the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how do we go around doing this? Damnit. We do screens for everyone and people who take the trains everyday get reserved seats and stickers on their ass which says 'I'm getting this ass down on a seat'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now seriously, crowding at the entrance/exit of the train is not a really good suggestion. See, we all want to get home in one piece but I believe we all want to go back home comfortably which I think is the one thing that is on everyone's bloody want list but how can we achieve that if everyone's constantly pushing and shoving armpits around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting people alight first may be troublesome but it saves energy from constantly asking people to excuse you when you know the train ain't that big enough for everyone to give you that space you need to excuse yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think of the places that I have been to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;. Boon Lay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are spoilt for choice. They have both trains that are heading towards Pasir Ris so being the Singaporeans they are, they just run to whichever that comes in first to the station. And the winner who can bid the woman's voice and beeping sound &lt;em&gt;(door's closing)&lt;/em&gt; wins the award for &lt;em&gt;'I did it like Jackie Chan!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people in Boon Lay have never seen escalators in their lifes before therefore they MUST run towards the moving staircase just in case the SMRT staff decides to switch it off before actual closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can go out but then again, I'm Singaporean and I'm proud to say that we want the best for ourselves. How? We fight for it. Not by shoving and pushing and kicking and punching, we do it with a basic courtesy of &lt;em&gt;"Hello, damnit can't you see the bloody yellow lines"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: ShOw YoUr FaCe :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8064886307315911246?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8064886307315911246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8064886307315911246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8064886307315911246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8064886307315911246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-love-with.html' title='iN LoVe wiTh...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-1897359913363630421</id><published>2008-04-21T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:30:49.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i FoUnD tHiS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihhNIFJ-qMA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihhNIFJ-qMA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/24811800-1897359913363630421?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/1897359913363630421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=1897359913363630421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1897359913363630421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/1897359913363630421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-found-this.html' title='i FoUnD tHiS...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-913119915674691455</id><published>2008-04-20T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:14:11.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinions'/><title type='text'>tHiS iS wHaT i ThiNk...</title><content type='html'>Alright. For the following entry, I advise you seek professional help &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; you do encounter such a problem. Why? Cause you're actually suffering from a disorder. Yes yes, I don't mean to scare you but its true. What is this so called disorder called? It's called &lt;strong&gt;HCICR&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, that's what its called. &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ot &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hicks &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;an't &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;esist. So if you think you may be suffering from this, read on, if not, go to www.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it all about? See, if guys see girls, there's only one thing in their heads, their looks. That's all. A more crude way of saying it is, when guys see girls there's only one thing in their heads, sex. Yes, that's the more harsh way of putting it. See, not all guys are like that so woman please don't get scared now. Some guys are like that. If not a few, most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is my point. Object if you must but this is what I think. If a guy looks at a girl at first glance and thinks shes hot, then their relationship won't be that long. Why? Cause once she gets 'cold' so to speak, she just doesn't turns him on. But if a guys looks at a girl at first glance and says, "I want to get to know more about her" than maybe that works out better. I don't know what the hell I'm trying to say but let's just take a vote now. How many times have you been ditched a ditch someone cause you're sick of the person? Hmm, maybe out of 10, 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the point is, there is no point to whatever this entry is talking about. So yeah, go figure this one yourself, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: mAn :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-913119915674691455?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/913119915674691455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=913119915674691455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/913119915674691455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/913119915674691455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-i-think.html' title='tHiS iS wHaT i ThiNk...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7094508803599719344</id><published>2008-04-19T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:10.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aFro dUDeS aNd taNNeD skiNNed giRLs...</title><content type='html'>Okay. Before I go on with burning issues I have, I would like to give a big shout out to the &lt;strong&gt;man of the night&lt;/strong&gt;. Shit, now I sound gay but I think this guy ought to be mentioned cause I owe it to to him. For his kind &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;generosity&lt;/strong&gt; and especially for &lt;em&gt;saving my ass from the cops for illegal downloading&lt;/em&gt;, this dude is the man who saved me from shitty old shit ass crap my god its smelly damn irritating wakrak wakcheng cockadamnit songs that have been playing in my MP3 for ages. &lt;em&gt;(see, its so shitty i had to use words Encarta doesn't even recognize)&lt;/em&gt; Give it up for the man of the night, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JohnBoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SAoOLGJqjWI/AAAAAAAAApU/S4NYwwwzZzc/s1600-h/1_862244102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190977104290418018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SAoOLGJqjWI/AAAAAAAAApU/S4NYwwwzZzc/s400/1_862244102l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, that's all for him cause the more I talk about him, the more I may sound gay. But either ways.. I was thinking about it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190980351285693810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SAoRIGJqjXI/AAAAAAAAApc/STpktWuJml8/s400/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I'll stick to shorter hair and leave the attention to JohnBoy. Now back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got issues with the world. Yes, you see, I may be a joker and all but when a problem arises, and when I see that there is a need to bitch about it, I shall do it. Okay, I'm using codes and underlying meanings for the next few lines so bare with me as I don't want to get into unwanted attention from the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to Marina Square over the weekends, you would have realized by now how many &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carpets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mynah birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; would gather to nest there. See, its okay to flock the place and patronize the mall but &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NESTING AT THE BLOODY STAIRS TO JUST SMOKE, SHOUT, SIT DOWN TO DRINK BIG GULPS AND DANCE LIKE ITS A FREAKING STUDIO&lt;/strong&gt;. Like I said, its cool. I do the same but what I don't get is, why must every single one of them hang out in a place where EVERYONE else is hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, let's hang out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where dude?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where everyone is hanging out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have probably be the same old conversation they had over the past 2 months of their nesting life. Okay, now now. Don't get me wrong, its cool its cool but its the stairs, I mean, what is so cool about sitting at the stairs. It's not like there's 10 of this &lt;strong&gt;carpets&lt;/strong&gt;, there's like 50 of them there doing the same thing and I can bet you, half of them are below the age of 18. How do I know? Just check out the dress code. Super obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's one of the issues that I wanted to raise, but there's another which I wanted to talk about but I'll save it for tomorow. It's about chicks. Yes, chicks.... Now to tell JohnBoy he's in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: GeT a LiFe :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7094508803599719344?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7094508803599719344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7094508803599719344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7094508803599719344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7094508803599719344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/afro-dudes-and-tanned-skinned-girls.html' title='aFro dUDeS aNd taNNeD skiNNed giRLs...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/SAoOLGJqjWI/AAAAAAAAApU/S4NYwwwzZzc/s72-c/1_862244102l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5875686579022759413</id><published>2008-04-16T13:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:54:50.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeS Let'S aLL AgreE tO ThaT...</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what I do when I'm bored. I like to read. Oh yes. I do read and I do read blogs. Not cause I want to know what the person is up to &lt;em&gt;(cause I think that thoughts like that should be written in a diary)&lt;/em&gt; but instead I try to pick out personal opinions and thoughts about a certain subject. Okay, maybe I'm not making any sense to you right now but hear me out. &lt;em&gt;(in this case, read me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Boys will be BOYS' and 'Men are ALL THE SAME'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets just admit it, this are famous lines said by women all around the world when they can't seem to get the right man. Right? Isn't that agreeable. Or when they go through hell with one man and put the blame on all the other men &lt;em&gt;(mind you they don't know who the hell you are but they get the blame for it)&lt;/em&gt; who has done nothing wrong to that particular woman. Right? Then we men counter that line by saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'all woman are hard to please'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which is somewhat true &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; not all woman share the same trait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a very debatable subject which if brought forward to the UN will cause headaches to all the powers of the world but in actual fact, its one of the easiest things to go through. What? You don't believe me? Let me tell you how people&lt;em&gt; (mind you I said people cause I'm trying my best to fit my feet into a woman's heals)&lt;/em&gt; derive to the conclusion that one person is the same as all his or her other counterpart genders. I don't understand that line but lets just go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets make up a simple story &lt;em&gt;(which to now sounds so damn cliche but Hollywood is still making money out of it)&lt;/em&gt; so that everyone understands the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman meets man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Falls in love with man&lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then man leaves woman for another woman &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then BAM! MEN ARE ALL THE SAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman meets man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Falls in love with man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then man leaves woman cause he's bored of her &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then BAM! MEN ARE ALL THE SAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman meets man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Falls in love with man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Falls madly deeply in love with man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finds out man is actually a married man &lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! MEN ARE ALL THE SAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah yes yes yes, there are more but then again, I don't know everyone in the world. So you get my point. No? Neither do I but this is my stand,&lt;strong&gt; in every story that is portrayed here, there are things in between the points that are not filled up.&lt;/strong&gt; Just because one idiot screws up doesn't mean all men are the same. You can't simply put the blame on other people just because of what happened. So instead of pushing the blame, why not fill up the gaps first. Yes, we all know that man have a greater sex drive than woman but they too have feelings, not as much as woman but enough for them to think of their actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And men, simple theory. If you must leave for whatever nonsense there is, do come up with a good enough excuse to do so. Leaving them hanging is not a good thing. Okay, if we look at the global stats, which everyone knows I don't have them here so I shall smoke my way out of this, there is an increasing number of people who are actually either changing their gender or marrying the same gender. Why? Its because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woman decides to hate men and thus runs to woman for comfort. Man thinks that woman are hard to satisfy and then runs to satisfy man. So its a chain reaction thing. It has to work both ways. If woman don't give up easily, there wouldn't be a lot of lesbians roaming the streets and if man were man enough to admit that they can't handle it anymore, there would be enough straight girls left for man to date. Totally agreeable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here are ways to work things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Find a new man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Flirt with them to get to know them BUT don't sell yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Break their hearts if you know they are cheating on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Just don't turn to lesbians, man still needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Get the 'idiots guide to understanding woman'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Come up with better creative reasons for dumping the girl if you have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Don't commit if you know you can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Just try to understand them. They're good. You only have to entertain their nonsense once a month during the 'bleed it out' period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So are we all agreeable to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: LoVe mY ShA :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5875686579022759413?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5875686579022759413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5875686579022759413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5875686579022759413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5875686579022759413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-lets-all-agree-to-that.html' title='YeS Let&apos;S aLL AgreE tO ThaT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3972709940240337650</id><published>2008-04-12T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:50:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You see....I was really angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who just spit right in your face, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And as much as you want to get back at them, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who throw stones at you, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And as much as you want to throw them back, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who just hurt you, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And much as you want to do anything, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who burn you, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And as much as you want to throw them in hell, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who just use you, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And as much want to get back at them, you see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There are people in your life, you see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Who…..well… yeah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And as much as you try, wish or pray, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You just hold it in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;And oh yeah, these people really make life not worth living at all. You dont have to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F%^&amp;amp;* off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3972709940240337650?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3972709940240337650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3972709940240337650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3972709940240337650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3972709940240337650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-seei-was-really-angry.html' title='You see....I was really angry'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4806639360401052971</id><published>2008-04-08T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:53:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for you…….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For better understanding, we shall do this in a systematic order. Let’s begin….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had a strong craving for….uh oh…I cant remember. Too long ago. Oh no wait, I remember, oh yes, I had a craving to buy a new dress. And that’s exactly what I did NOT do. Why? Cause all the dresses I looked and tried on which was about 3 was down right….yuck! It was either too short, too transparent…too red and too expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It was a bright and early morning. I stretched, got out of bed, blink twice and went back to bed. I had a huge craving to dream. But dammit, I couldn’t cause I had to go to work. Work sucked. I think. So I had a craving to buy a new top. Something white, with a neat collar and a kick ass design. So I went to a FOX outlet and look at their new collection.. All the clothes I wanted to buy were not what I was initially looking for. So I walked out with absolutely nothing. So yeah. So sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I like Wednesdays. It means that its only 2 more days to the weekend. Wohoo.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, I woke up fresh and bright but not so early. I may have squeeze some tooth paste onto my palm thinking it was soap. I may have done it twice. But I was still bright. Why? Cause I already decided what I wanted to eat for the day. I wanted to eat cheese cheese cheese and more cheese. I had a cheese sandwich for breakfast. Noodles with cheese for lunch. And some chilli. For dinner, I had little veggies, with tons of melted cheese on top. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;This is was very strong craving day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Took a break froaving and just drank water. I was constipated too. Too much cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh my French Fries. I ate Swensons French fries. The one that comes in a striped cone with an array of sauces. I had extra money and ate the ice cream too. The cookies and cream one with extra cookies and lesser cream. To end it off, I ate steaming hot bowl of baked rice. With extra tobasco sauce and cheese. Oh yes, I ate in the that same sequence too. Fries-dessert-main course. Delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cant crave for anything. Suffering for double constipation. Damn it. You should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I crave to shit.&lt;br /&gt;No further cravings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craved out,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha&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/24811800-4806639360401052971?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4806639360401052971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4806639360401052971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4806639360401052971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4806639360401052971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/craving-for-you.html' title='Craving for you…….'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4013716325228092027</id><published>2008-04-07T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i NeeD a JoB...</title><content type='html'>I need a new job. Seriously. But anyways, I have a new layout for the blog. Very blue I know but what to do, I was damn bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking myself.. how would I look like if I was the following....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Chris Brown (Celebrity)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think I can cut out to be a dancer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTlbiprZI/AAAAAAAAApE/3C2NNE8H_co/s1600-h/0000042675_20070909221740+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186479454639730066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTlbiprZI/AAAAAAAAApE/3C2NNE8H_co/s400/0000042675_20070909221740+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Calvin Klein (Model)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Err.. I'll pass on this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTlripraI/AAAAAAAAApM/xjZHGaJJcNg/s1600-h/20041223calvinkle+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186479458934697378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTlripraI/AAAAAAAAApM/xjZHGaJJcNg/s400/20041223calvinkle+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Sumo (Wrestler)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need to eat loads more than what I'm eating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTELiprUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Jt2RBDlrOK8/s1600-h/sumo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186478883409079618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTELiprUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Jt2RBDlrOK8/s400/sumo+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Chef (in a restaurant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do have the experience but I always screw up my maggie mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEbiprVI/AAAAAAAAAok/uo69qow8nr4/s1600-h/chef_marc2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186478887704046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEbiprVI/AAAAAAAAAok/uo69qow8nr4/s400/chef_marc2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Mascot (Mcdonalds)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I thought brown was a cute colour. Now I'll be white yellow and red. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEbiprWI/AAAAAAAAAos/hwXyfSRQ8HE/s1600-h/1040366+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186478887704046946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEbiprWI/AAAAAAAAAos/hwXyfSRQ8HE/s400/1040366+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.  Army (Serving the nation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, I've not gotten my NS letter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEriprXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HPzbK83iT-k/s1600-h/0329soldier330+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186478891999014258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEriprXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HPzbK83iT-k/s400/0329soldier330+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. A teacher (a really fat one)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wished..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEriprYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gJzIvHwQaLI/s1600-h/04teacher-600+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186478891999014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTEriprYI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gJzIvHwQaLI/s400/04teacher-600+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really really need a job...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: CaLL Me :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4013716325228092027?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4013716325228092027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4013716325228092027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4013716325228092027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4013716325228092027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-job.html' title='i NeeD a JoB...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_oTlbiprZI/AAAAAAAAApE/3C2NNE8H_co/s72-c/0000042675_20070909221740+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3788998755582655809</id><published>2008-04-02T13:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaZy LeGs...</title><content type='html'>Tim had an idea to go night cycling the other day. So we went, the four of us Tim, MC, Angus and myself. Yes we travelled the whole of Singapore, for that is what we claim to do when we meet strangers but in actual fact, we only covered 1% of the entire Singapore and this area is called the East. Very complicated story but indeed fun to be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I was the only one without a bicycle. Many thanks to Zat for lending me his own bicycle but besides that point, I had to travel back home via MRT to go home. There ain't no way I can escape that. Taking the taxi is out of the question as we all know, taxi fares are sky rocket nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my way back home, I noticed something. Something I guess everyone knows or should know if you're taking the MRT home. If you don't know, then we all know why you don't know. Cause you're one of them. Who is them? People who sleep in the trains. See, there are many ways of sleeping in the train. Sit up straight, stretch your legs out till it reaches the pole, lean against the glass panel, sleeping on your partners lap. So many 1001 ways to do it but you see, here at bra and boxers, we prefer visuals. I don't know about Natasha but I do.. ALOT. So here are some examples of how people sleep in trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE. IF YOU FIND YOUR PICTURE HERE AND WOULD LIKE IT REMOVED, PLEASE DO INFORM ME. IM NOT HERE TO MOCK OR MAKE A JOKE OUT OF YOU. IM JUST PROVIDING ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE DEPRIVED OF HAPPINESS. LETS JUST PUT IT THAT IM FEEDING THAT HUNGER OF BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is the typical lady like way to sleep. Hands nicely placed on the lap (for this case the bag which is on the lap) with a good body posture and eyes closed. No bumping here and there cause you're not fully asleep but 85% aware of your surrounding. Good if you're sleeping beside a fat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184521550848175314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Me4biprNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MpKuO9GBrBU/s400/IMAG0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf6riprPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uMb-2NkRluo/s1600-h/IMAG0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184522689014508786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf6riprPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uMb-2NkRluo/s400/IMAG0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping while you're standing up. Simple. Just cover your eyes from the super bright lights of the train and doze of to dream land. Good during peak hours but may be quite a problem if you tend to go overboard and decide to put in 100% sleep mode. But please note, try to maintain hands gestures or how you place your hand. People might think you lost the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184521546553208002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Me4LiprMI/AAAAAAAAAnc/k8qcwJrH_yE/s400/IMAG0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf6riprQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LDc_fQBw8T4/s1600-h/IMAG0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184522689014508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf6riprQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LDc_fQBw8T4/s400/IMAG0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep on your partners shoulder. Very typical couple thing to do. But note, for guys, wear loads of perfume to make sure she can handle the perfume and for girls, its your partners shoulder not your room pillow. Try to cover the gap a little. Okay? And oh yeah, its nice to see a couple gesture like so, but guys, a little respect. Show some love. STOP PLAYING YOUR GOD DAMN PSP AND SHOW THE GIRL SOME LOVE WILL YA! Okay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184521542258240690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Me37iprLI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ByXXMrsvt3Y/s400/IMAG0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf67iprRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sqT98rXk1QM/s1600-h/IMAG0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184522693309476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf67iprRI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sqT98rXk1QM/s400/IMAG0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep like you just don't care. A little blur for this one, you probably have to zoom in yourself to the girl in blue. After which I have no further comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184521555143142626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Me4riprOI/AAAAAAAAAns/IqNeIYILzog/s400/sleeping+people+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf67iprSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oFCp60EbqtQ/s1600-h/sleeping+people+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184522693309476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf67iprSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oFCp60EbqtQ/s400/sleeping+people+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last but not least... If you sleep.... go ahead......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DON'T GET CAUGHT BY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf7LiprTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LTmDYYOwB-g/s1600-h/My%20Babies%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184522697604443442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Mf7LiprTI/AAAAAAAAAoU/LTmDYYOwB-g/s400/My%2520Babies%2520058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: LeGs :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24811800-3788998755582655809?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3788998755582655809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3788998755582655809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3788998755582655809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3788998755582655809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/04/lazy-legs.html' title='LaZy LeGs...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R_Me4biprNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MpKuO9GBrBU/s72-c/IMAG0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-6115070564370881222</id><published>2008-03-30T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:21:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wish......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If I had &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;one wish&lt;/span&gt;, I would want to fly all around the world on Superman’s back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use his ears as my steering wheel and his cape as my blanket when it gets cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one more wish, I would want to be filthy rich. So rich that I can hire people to wash the filth off my back for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had another wish, I would want those people washing my back to be blind so that I they wont see my fat naked body whilst washing the filth off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just one more wish, I would want to be a rock star. I would want to break televisions, sleep in big ass hotels, kiss my guitar goodnight and not get screwed a single cent for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one last wish, I would want my guitar to be my boyfriend. Then I can bring him, play him, tune him and love him even in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one final final final wish I would not want people not to wish for these things….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Universe always wishes for World Peace. She should work with George Bush. Then maybe we can have some peace. Forget about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies who wished for a Prince Charming. Ladies, I’m sorry but to me, he doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore girls wishing to be a Hollywood star. You’re Singaporean. Try to make it into Malaysia first. Then we’ll talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, what I really, truly, madly, deeply wish for is a have a refreshing cup ice tea, to be sitting under a bright red umbrella on the beaches of anywhere in the world but home. Where ever. I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now, I’ve got too many problems on my plate. And I to go on a huge diet and run away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No loves,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-6115070564370881222?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/6115070564370881222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=6115070564370881222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6115070564370881222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/6115070564370881222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-wish.html' title='One Wish......'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-865924931706128303</id><published>2008-03-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeN YoU'Re BoReD aGaiN...</title><content type='html'>I constantly tell myself that I should get a job. Thing is, it never happened.  So I resort to &lt;em&gt;'creative vandalism'&lt;/em&gt; in the comfort of my own room. Happened months ago when I realized how much paper I had lying around in my shelves. I couldn't afford stickers (though I heard its cheap if bought in a pile) so I went old school and stuck it up the wall using blue tacks. Results? Satisfactory. For me that is. Welcome to the gallery &lt;em&gt;(and I'm still constantly thinking of what to put up next in my room)&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;'creative vandalism'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--pCbiprJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/33kir5HLg60/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183547555344657554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--pCbiprJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/33kir5HLg60/s400/Room+Pictures+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of at the air con controller. I started putting up random doodles here and there. Believe it or not, the first doodle that I did was an image I thought I saw on the carpeted floor in the mosque. Crazy indeed. Its the diving mouse drawing in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--pCriprKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xJuhgClj1DQ/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183547559639624866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--pCriprKI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xJuhgClj1DQ/s400/Room+Pictures+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well in case you've not realized, the characters I draw have a similar trait to most of them. Them have popping ears. Go figure why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--oariprEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tGIUuEtkSco/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183546872444857410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--oariprEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/tGIUuEtkSco/s400/Room+Pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually my younger brother. Had him stand there while I trace an outline of him. I prefer to call this the mambo dance than 'who killed him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--oa7iprFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rWQbFixERpk/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183546876739824722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--oa7iprFI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rWQbFixERpk/s400/Room+Pictures+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually did this to try out my so called 'urban art' trait, guess I don't really have it. Aye?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obLiprGI/AAAAAAAAAms/gpeO9AUlOXc/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183546881034792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obLiprGI/AAAAAAAAAms/gpeO9AUlOXc/s400/Room+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My very first collection of random doodles in black and white. Placed next to my mirror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obbiprHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pRfjqheEHnY/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183546885329759346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obbiprHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pRfjqheEHnY/s400/Room+Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sudden urge for colour. Carfez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obriprII/AAAAAAAAAm8/P49vWnc1rX8/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183546889624726658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--obriprII/AAAAAAAAAm8/P49vWnc1rX8/s400/Room+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said, I was literally vandalizing my own room wall so I decided to have this up, in the middle of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mmripq_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/B7dSkNbIQVo/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183544879580031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mmripq_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/B7dSkNbIQVo/s400/Room+Pictures+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A welcome sign I did just using twine blue tack and random dashes of yellow acrylic paint. Pretty nice and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mm7iprAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/AYegO_IiO2k/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183544883874999298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mm7iprAI/AAAAAAAAAl8/AYegO_IiO2k/s400/Room+Pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This greats me each time I enter my room. I like it alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mnLiprBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/De2D2KpLXM0/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183544888169966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mnLiprBI/AAAAAAAAAmE/De2D2KpLXM0/s400/Room+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not what I did but I love to look at this part of the room when I'm feeling clingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mnriprCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ccRBz5ffEMM/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183544896759901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--mnriprCI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ccRBz5ffEMM/s400/Room+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Signs I've collected. Well, not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--moLiprDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V7IRB1sfRAU/s1600-h/Room+Pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183544905349835826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--moLiprDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/V7IRB1sfRAU/s400/Room+Pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And bikes I wish I have when I get the ka chings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: ThiNkiNg :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/24811800-865924931706128303?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/865924931706128303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=865924931706128303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/865924931706128303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/865924931706128303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-youre-bored-again.html' title='wHeN YoU&apos;Re BoReD aGaiN...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R--pCbiprJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/33kir5HLg60/s72-c/Room+Pictures+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3964837324234237787</id><published>2008-03-25T22:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:16.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes yes….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, hey, greetings and salutations. I have a dream. I want to share my dream with you. I hope this dream can come true in my fantasy world. And yes yes, I was bored in class whilst training. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kSHripq0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/CaDosIkNo5k/s1600-h/my+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kSHripq0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/CaDosIkNo5k/s200/my+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181692769422912322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my dream house. I want the walls to be lemon scented&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;with a cherry red roof top. I would retreat to it after a hard or lazy day’s of work. And take a hot steamy shower in the chocolate bath tub. And my dream house can talk too. Any aggressive, ignorant, ugly, pathetic sales man who comes round the bend, my Dream house would his purple pink lips and say, “You better now come here boy, I bite.” And if I’m showeing, “F**** off and get a real life.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes, that’s my dream house. Why are the windows blue? I dunno. I thought it went rather well with the yellow and red theme thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kSk7ipq1I/AAAAAAAAAko/VkdVnxNQOrc/s1600-h/my+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kSk7ipq1I/AAAAAAAAAko/VkdVnxNQOrc/s200/my+plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181693271934085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, here is my talking plant. I wouldn’t want to have a pet cause……..yeah…I just don’t want one. My dream plants not vulgar like my Dream House. Its nice. Really nice. It would always cheer me up when I’m down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;DreamPlant: How was work today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natasha: My boss was such a pain in the ass. He through all the paper work to me and just left the office. I don’t want to talk about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DreamPlant: Oh don’t worry about him. I was catching some sunlight from the light blue upper window and my goodness......I think my stem is longer than his. And have you seen how white his wife bottom is? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Natasha: How do you know her bottom is white?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DreamPlant: Oh Natasha, you didn’t give me big eyes for nothing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes, that’s my Dream Plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kTf7ipq2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IJNJrPtNlnQ/s1600-h/Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kTf7ipq2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IJNJrPtNlnQ/s200/Guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694285546367842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy. The neigbour next to Shy and me. Guy’s a nice young boy who me the paper every time. He tells me about &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the daily happenings in the neighbourhood. How the desperate house wives from across the streets are cheating on each other’s husband and stuff like that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, yes, Guy, my dream neighbour. Nothing like an man or a boy. Just the guy next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kT0bipq3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/FnD_NNkWmiw/s1600-h/Shy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kT0bipq3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/FnD_NNkWmiw/s200/Shy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181694637733686130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Shy. She’s a loveable huggable want to kiss all the time neighbour. I run to her when I run out of sugar. And because she’s so shy, she gives me extra sugar. Not the normal, white, brown type but the wholesome from the chest, I mean heart type. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yes yes, shy, my girl next door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kUR7ipq4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/gmzRopgY5Ic/s1600-h/my+prom+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kUR7ipq4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/gmzRopgY5Ic/s200/my+prom+date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181695144539827074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of my big dreams is not to live alone. Yes yes, I live with my Prom Date. His quirky, squirky and very much like sponge bob squarepants. Yes, yes, he can absorb all my crap and not throw it back at me. He’ll throw it at DreamPlant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, yes, that’s my Prom Date. Don’t want to say so much about him cause well, I don’t know much about him. All I know is that he looks better is a bow tie than a tie. It makes his hair stand out more too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yes, yes, yes, yes and yes, that is my dream world. Or the world I go into when I am bored in class. And you’re more than welcome to join me in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Goodies, candies, sleepies and nighties. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Love loves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-3964837324234237787?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/3964837324234237787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=3964837324234237787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3964837324234237787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/3964837324234237787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-yes_25.html' title='Yes yes….'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-kSHripq0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/CaDosIkNo5k/s72-c/my+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5058750748490992280</id><published>2008-03-24T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On HiS WaY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-elpLipquI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VHrNX0sPbEY/s1600-h/IMAGE_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-elpLipquI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VHrNX0sPbEY/s400/IMAGE_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181292023204391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I just find this picture very interesting. I took it while I was on my way to Sonny's shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.: My WaY :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5058750748490992280?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5058750748490992280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5058750748490992280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5058750748490992280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5058750748490992280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-his-way.html' title='On HiS WaY...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-elpLipquI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VHrNX0sPbEY/s72-c/IMAGE_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5403057713725364690</id><published>2008-03-23T22:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SignS...</title><content type='html'>Signs. It either kills us or saves us. Singapore is blessed with enough to make sure we walk/drive in the safest way. Signs are out there to make life easier&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or harder if you decide to throw y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our rubbish without reading the signs)&lt;/span&gt; There are more than an 1001 signs out there. But here is the one sign that I like. A lot. Yes. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZphripqoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hrmVSvnXWLY/s1600-h/IMAGE_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZphripqoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hrmVSvnXWLY/s400/IMAGE_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180944448680995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, I found this sign on my way to La'Salle. This is the thing I don't get. As you can see, its smacked right beside a traffic light. So why should we pedestrians use the overpass? Saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS WAY TO&lt;/span&gt; is two different instructions. And look at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Overpass'&lt;/span&gt; representation. It doesn't even look like an overpass to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZtSripqpI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rrvJhVLIyaU/s1600-h/IMAGE_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZtSripqpI/AAAAAAAAAjI/rrvJhVLIyaU/s400/IMAGE_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180948589029468818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I now I don't use the overpass like we should do BUT I do know how and what a overpass is and how it looks like. I don't get this sign, at all. To me, it looks like a.. I don't know. I don't get the 'hanging bars' above the 'car like' structure'. Now here is the BEST PART. I found this a few meters away from this sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZuybipqqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AC3uRXmz5rM/s1600-h/IMAGE_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZuybipqqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AC3uRXmz5rM/s400/IMAGE_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950234001943202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-Zu9bipqrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ujRaZq3PKXg/s1600-h/IMAGE_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-Zu9bipqrI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ujRaZq3PKXg/s400/IMAGE_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950422980504242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZvHripqsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z_qDSBGzRZc/s1600-h/IMAGE_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZvHripqsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z_qDSBGzRZc/s400/IMAGE_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180950599074163394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is which? Do we follow the 'car like structure' or do we follow this 'tupperware' looking structure? They are both showing to the same bloody overpass but they are both totally different Signs! Well, not really different signs but different representation of what an overpass is! But at least this one shows where the overpass is and not asking us to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say we should change the signs here! We should change it to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZvlripqtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qWHA3Nik0MU/s1600-h/Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZvlripqtI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qWHA3Nik0MU/s400/Edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180951114470238930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.: We LoVe You :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5403057713725364690?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5403057713725364690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5403057713725364690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5403057713725364690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5403057713725364690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/signs.html' title='SignS...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-ZphripqoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/hrmVSvnXWLY/s72-c/IMAGE_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2325952453513958959</id><published>2008-03-22T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:18.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pUt TheM DaNciNG ShoEs oN ShaWthY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-PoebipqnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/RKSaGWyLHT4/s1600-h/14stree600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180239605893016178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-PoebipqnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/RKSaGWyLHT4/s400/14stree600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Catching a movie this weekend? Why not watch Step Up 2? The second installation of the first movie Step Up, Step Up 2 to the streets has more out of this world dance moves and great music accompanying it. Ah, now this crap sounds so magazinish. Back to Apiz land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool movie. Got my dancing shoes on and I was dancing my way out of the theater after the movie. Pretty similar to the first movie but they've added more dance routines this time round and its way much more raw compared to the first. Explains the 'to the streets' title attached to it. Step Up 2 is about this girl who has to choose between what she wants to do and is told to do. She either has to stay in school or get kicked to Texas with her aunt for good. So being the girl, she choose to be in school and was posted to an arts school. Blah Blah Blah cut story short, she got kicked out of her street crew and formed a new one and blah blah blah... The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You don't expect me to tell you the whole story. I paid $9.50 to watch it. You ought too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 5 pop that corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: LoVeLy :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-2325952453513958959?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/2325952453513958959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=2325952453513958959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2325952453513958959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/2325952453513958959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/put-them-dancing-shoes-on-shawthy.html' title='pUt TheM DaNciNG ShoEs oN ShaWthY...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-PoebipqnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/RKSaGWyLHT4/s72-c/14stree600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5386183738321518450</id><published>2008-03-19T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:18.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW SeRieS oN TV...</title><content type='html'>Remember Prison Break? Yeah. The one with Scofield in it. Yup. Played by Wentworth Miller, if that's how you spell his name. Well, FOX was good enough to air it again after all the script writer's hu ha about their pay cheques. Well, they are going to continue with Season 3 and finish where they ended off from BUT at the same time they're going to do a spin off from the season too. Cherry Hill. Its the female version of Prison Break. And also Toilet break which will be shot and produced in Singapore. The series will feature Mas Selamat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-DqcpGWfVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/no1FEDCI_k8/s1600-h/Toilet+Break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397349265800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-DqcpGWfVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/no1FEDCI_k8/s320/Toilet+Break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw him? Yes! He's at FOX now. At Season 3, Scofiled dies and jeng jeng jeng, comes Mas Selamat. I'll be back at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: Me :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5386183738321518450?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5386183738321518450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5386183738321518450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5386183738321518450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5386183738321518450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-series-on-tv.html' title='NeW SeRieS oN TV...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-DqcpGWfVI/AAAAAAAAAiw/no1FEDCI_k8/s72-c/Toilet+Break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4674035199411784481</id><published>2008-03-18T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SpoT tHe NoT...</title><content type='html'>Months ago, I did a review of my own HTC phone and it came out pretty bad. Reason being I can't adapt to touching my screen without the presence of a visible and physical keypad. But now I'm starting to like it. Not enough to make me a huge HTC fan but enough for me to smile. Now, that's nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets play this game. Its called &lt;strong&gt;Spot the Not&lt;/strong&gt;. It's simple. Look at the pictures I took with my HTC phone and see what you think doesn't fit there. Ah.. It's easy. Trust me. But for people who can't tell for nuts, I've specially edited (well not really, I just cropped the picture) for you to see it. Ready? And oh yeah, all the performers were 18 during actual shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one was shot in the MRT. Now look closely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302301639539922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CUAJGWfNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B_0dSbj2DgE/s320/IMAG0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, all is well don't you agree. But look closer now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302894345026818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CUipGWfQI/AAAAAAAAAiI/DpBbcaLnnrg/s320/IMAG0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah. And now you see people sleeping...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179303040373914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CUrJGWfRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/FLWF8WsTrfg/s320/IMAG0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh but wait. Now, that my friend is what I call "You think MRT your father one ah?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now. I'll let you decide for yourself what this is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302469143264482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CUJ5GWfOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AQH7w4QCVtk/s320/IMAG0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179303362496462114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CU95GWfSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/z1QL89PDEPM/s320/IMAG0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CVRZGWfUI/AAAAAAAAAio/rdgdvpUq1_E/s1600-h/IMAG0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179303697503911234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CVRZGWfUI/AAAAAAAAAio/rdgdvpUq1_E/s320/IMAG0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CVN5GWfTI/AAAAAAAAAig/BXUGBPBy5y8/s1600-h/IMAG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've specially made a silhouette for you so you can have a clearer picture. Did you get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't get it its okay.. No worries..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for my favourite picture of all time. Found in the restaurant I was working for at Sentosa. Best thing was, it was at the cashier. IF you can't get this out.... Then I don't know what to say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CURZGWfPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DEU7HkIEiIg/s1600-h/IMAG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302597992283378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CURZGWfPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DEU7HkIEiIg/s320/IMAG0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done by ME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: HaPPy :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4674035199411784481?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4674035199411784481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4674035199411784481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4674035199411784481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4674035199411784481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/spot-not.html' title='SpoT tHe NoT...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R-CUAJGWfNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B_0dSbj2DgE/s72-c/IMAG0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7400277527282508337</id><published>2008-03-17T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:20.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW KiD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R96RhJGWfMI/AAAAAAAAAho/uTR8O_inlxg/s1600-h/Apiz+Test+One+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178736620086918338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R96RhJGWfMI/AAAAAAAAAho/uTR8O_inlxg/s400/Apiz+Test+One+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the new kid... Original drawing. Done using Photoshop. I should watermark my works aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: LoVe :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7400277527282508337?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7400277527282508337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7400277527282508337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7400277527282508337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7400277527282508337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-kid.html' title='NeW KiD...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R96RhJGWfMI/AAAAAAAAAho/uTR8O_inlxg/s72-c/Apiz+Test+One+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-5441430138741947734</id><published>2008-03-11T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:13:01.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WYeh HuHu Ha Ha...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to title the post so I went back to basics, err... I guess you can call it gibberish. I was cleaning up my stuff the other day when I came across really old stuff like old newspapers (when my family was featured in the papers) certificates, magazines, scripts and loads more stuff but the thing that I'm more interested in was the fact that I actually kept that. Logic would say that this things ought to be thrown but nooooo... I didn't. So let me tell you about keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. We call ourselves keepers. I think it runs in the family. Have you came across say a screw driver on the floor. Do you throw it away or keep it? Well, I keep it cause I tell myself "I may never know. Maybe one day I'll need it" So it will be kept in there (wherever there is) for say months and when the next time I clean up the mess again, it will still be there and will always be there when I come to a point of time when I say its time to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not only screws but anything and close to everything is being kept.. somewhere. Explains why I  have TOO many things in my small room which I adoringly share with my two other brothers. Keepers are actually very sentimental people. What? Now you don't trust me? Well, in fact they are very very very sensitive people. People like this are actually people you should treasure the most because even if you gave them a small note, which says "you've been missed" and even if its torn and burnt, they will still keep it. It's not that we're lazy to throw it away but it means alot to us and when we're bored, we usually take it and reflect on the good, sometimes bad, times. Yes, its lovely. And now I sound bloody gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides keepers, other people you should treasure too are people who say that they miss you and they want to meet you but they never end up meeting. You ought to love that kind of people. OI! Where ARE YOU?! IDIOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-5441430138741947734?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/5441430138741947734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=5441430138741947734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5441430138741947734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/5441430138741947734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/wyeh-huhu-ha-ha.html' title='WYeh HuHu Ha Ha...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-8712593634404783208</id><published>2008-03-09T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:50:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The clock had struck 12. Natasha was in her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;thinking, pondering hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock chimed the second time. Natasha was in front&lt;br /&gt;of the television, in her bedroom, thinking, pondering&lt;br /&gt;hard if it was time to get it out of her system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock chimed the third time. Natasha left her&lt;br /&gt;bedroom. She seated herself comfortably on to the&lt;br /&gt;toilet seat praying that her mind would be set at&lt;br /&gt;ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock went silent. Nothing. Natasha stayed seated&lt;br /&gt;on the toilet with her face cradled in her hands. With&lt;br /&gt;her panties down, she continued to wait. She wondered&lt;br /&gt;further if this was really the right time. Maybe it&lt;br /&gt;was a slight misjudgment of indications. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;everything was really alright and she just needed to hit the&lt;br /&gt;sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny gaseous whispers could be heard securing her to&lt;br /&gt;stay a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magazine of placed beside her. She picked it up,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that maybe reading the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; tabloids might&lt;br /&gt;make the time past by faster.&lt;br /&gt;Natasha flipped the page, water from the above&lt;br /&gt;toilet ran down the pipes. It made her twitch. Is this&lt;br /&gt;really so hard to do? She ignored the flowing water&lt;br /&gt;and turned the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that there are a lot of perfumes already in&lt;br /&gt;the market. And that there’ll be a lot of competition.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Jenifer Lopez is making good money from just&lt;br /&gt;her perfume collection alone. But I did have an idea&lt;br /&gt;of what kind of scent I wanted to create. I stuck to&lt;br /&gt;the idea and made it work for me,” Paris Hilton, Woman&lt;br /&gt;Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have an idea and make it work for you,” the words&lt;br /&gt;echoed in Natasha’s head. Natasha closed the magazine. She&lt;br /&gt;had made her decision and she was going to make it&lt;br /&gt;work for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a victorious flush and washing of hands, she&lt;br /&gt;dialed his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Hafez? I made my decision. I want to be with&lt;br /&gt;you. And I’m going to make it work for me and the both&lt;br /&gt;of us. Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, and how did you come up with that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I was peeing. I told you the toilet is the best&lt;br /&gt;place for thinking.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Needing to pee now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-8712593634404783208?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/8712593634404783208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=8712593634404783208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8712593634404783208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/8712593634404783208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-decisions.html' title='Making Decisions'/><author><name>Natasha Francsica Hamid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671230686629807808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-7972187889236157962</id><published>2008-03-07T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:15:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHinGs YoU ShouLdn'T Do...</title><content type='html'>This are my opinions of things you shouldn't do on Friendster. Well, I'm not saying that you should abide to the law and listen to my utter nonsense in the middle of the night but a word of advice would be nice to hear to once in a while. Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Don't spam the god damn bulletin board.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this right. Friendster is not closing down anytime soon cause people are still using it and I don't see how the hell they don't make money out of it. People who keep sending this chain bulletin notices are either straight up dumb asses or just doing it so they are 'featured' on the board. Please, be considerate to people trying to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's with the &lt;em&gt;"40 questions about myself"&lt;/em&gt; quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get this thing. You answer questions that were posted on the net and let everyone know about it. Say for example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What's your real name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, My name is Siti but they call me Vivy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay get this right. Its cool to have a name already but to give yourself a name from a different race is not cool. Say for example your name is Yousuf but people call you Bob. Heard of that one before? Now, you don't see people in America going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi I'm Bob, but you can call me Ahmad"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like a one in a million thing. So I don't really get this trade culture thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Post pictures of yourself and shut the hell up about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why there was such a function is so that people know who the hell you are. Yes, everyone wants to look good, even myself and we are all victims to vanity or the word wouldn't be invented if there wasn't such a trait BUT please don't post a picture than give a caption like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I look fat in this"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I don't understand. Then why post it in the first place. Its either your dumb or trying your best to be modest. The reason why you put it up is because you think its either cool, good or funny. I mean even emo pictures look good when taken from a certain angle but putting it up them shutting yourself down... I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Chain Reaction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume that if someone viewed your profile means you're hot. I sometimes get this "thanks for viewing my profile" Damnit. Its not that I wanted to see it, I had to go through you to get to someone else. I didn't even view it. The page wasn't done loading and I already had skipped the page by pressing on another link. Now, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Lastly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't want to accept you, move on damn it. Its not like shes the only one in friendster. I don't get this "She still wants to be your friend" message which pops out from no where. Deprived people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more. Its just that I'm too lazy to blog about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: FrieNd Me :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-7972187889236157962?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/7972187889236157962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=7972187889236157962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7972187889236157962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/7972187889236157962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-you-shouldnt-do.html' title='tHinGs YoU ShouLdn&apos;T Do...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4656368084979953469</id><published>2008-03-06T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:20:11.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeS YeS...</title><content type='html'>Well in case you didn't realized, this blog has now two, yes two and not one author. The other blogger is Natasha Francisca Hamid just in case you haven't noticed or never realized. But besides the point of who and what is on this page let me tell you how it goes here.Simple, I blogs she blogs. Done. Period. Finished. That's it. Get it? Good. Now lets go to point/s two. The next thing on the agenda are emo kids. I don't get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. They have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not a problem for me you see but I don't get the "don't look at my right eye damn it" look. I always wonder how the hell they actually see. At do you notice that they always do a "loreal" moment each time they talk. Well, if you thing thats cool, wait till you talk to them for one hour and count the number of times they do it. Just imagine Count Dracula from Sesame Street counting to it. "One Loreal moment. Two Loreal moment. And the number of the day is.. TWO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. They all dress the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either the sale where you buy 1 and get 9 free or they just think its cool to get the same things from the same shop. "Hey I like your tee shirt. Oh wait! I've got the same damn one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You can never tell which one is the guy and which one is the girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stand a distance from them, you can never tell. Sometimes the girls wear tees and jeans too like the guys and the guy already have the figure of the girls so you can't really tell. So say you call out to them. "Hi good evening Sir... oh I mean Madam. How are you today? Say what? Oh, a cheeseburger for you without cheese. Noted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the thing I don't get about them. Can someone please do fill me in about this "oh I hate myself" genre. I don't get it at all. Stay tune and I'll tell you more about what I've noticed about friendster.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: GOre :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4656368084979953469?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4656368084979953469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4656368084979953469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4656368084979953469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4656368084979953469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-yes.html' title='YeS YeS...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-4551943892315262390</id><published>2008-03-03T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:21.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WheN You'Re BoreD at HoMe...</title><content type='html'>This is what you do when you're bored at home. Actually not you... its me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R84vgHchJUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/piHsyyagJRc/s1600-h/Zoo+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174125250696258882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R84vgHchJUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/piHsyyagJRc/s400/Zoo+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I did a month ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R84vPHchJTI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O4ubzsB9M2Q/s1600-h/Zoo+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174124958638482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R84vPHchJTI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O4ubzsB9M2Q/s400/Zoo+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I watch everyday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZjMgbRUsZM" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm bored.. Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.: KiLL Me :.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24811800-4551943892315262390?l=braandboxers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/feeds/4551943892315262390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24811800&amp;postID=4551943892315262390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4551943892315262390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24811800/posts/default/4551943892315262390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braandboxers.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-youre-bored-at-home.html' title='WheN You&apos;Re BoreD at HoMe...'/><author><name>oOo.aPiZ.oOo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08762496473606454082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcxo4vTqFi8/R84vgHchJUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/piHsyyagJRc/s72-c/Zoo+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-2255819268121372645</id><published>2008-03-03T12:38:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:34:26.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PiCtureS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24811800.post-3382047469778705460</id><published>2008-03-02T18:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:40:03.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.C.K Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Note: Please take note of the dots between the letters and stop thinking dirty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone needs a good &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F.U.C.K.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember when I had my first &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F.U.C.K&lt;/b&gt;. He was not that tall. Not that short either and rather charming looking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember how he would share with me endless stories about how he sucked at being a primary 3. He would write suicide letters to himself and I would be the only privileged &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friend&lt;/b&gt; to read it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one else but me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ended up in the same secondary school and class too. We didn’t talk anymore or share snacks during recess. He just grew quiet. Did talk to anyone. Nobody liked him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teachers found it hard to talk to him. Found it harder just to ask him to get his homework done. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday, I would ask him, “hey you alright?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And all the five days he would reply me, “go away.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day, I asked him, “Hey you alright?” As usual, he told me to piss off. But before I did I told him, “&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/b&gt; could at least say please,” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" cla
