<?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-9715931</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:36:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons of the Night</title><subtitle type='html'>You run from a sinister enemy under the cover of night. A horrible demon you cant elude. When he catches you, he stabs and rips you to shreds. And you realise, he is you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-2556426213277475668</id><published>2007-02-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:35:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Moon</title><content type='html'>Welp, i'm moving to Livejournal for good. I'm still keeping this place tho, for nostalgic purposes, to read my old posts and to post the more private ones. Cause face it, this place is dead. Hehe. How apt. So yeah, see you on the other side. And dont forget to re-link me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RdHizFgjM8I/AAAAAAAAACo/p7pdymjdW_E/s1600-h/11022007711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RdHizFgjM8I/AAAAAAAAACo/p7pdymjdW_E/s320/11022007711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031051626029462466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-2556426213277475668?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/2556426213277475668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=2556426213277475668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/2556426213277475668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/2556426213277475668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-moon.html' title='To the Moon'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RdHizFgjM8I/AAAAAAAAACo/p7pdymjdW_E/s72-c/11022007711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-901691565944985191</id><published>2007-02-07T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:36:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Two O O</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is my 200th blogpost(not including those on lj of course) whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so sunday school(islamic classes) seems to be better than my 1st presumption. Its less conventional and more casual than i expected. And the people there are pretty alright. We usually have presentations, like opinions and points we have on a certain topic and stuff. Then for the quran reading class, the few of us who totally suck at it go to this elementary class to play with the kindergerteners and the lower primary kids. Honestly i am definitely past that stage... in reading i mean. I mean its like learning the alphabet but i can already read words and easy sentences... which is like level 2 where my 10 yr old sister is. Yes i know i suck but i've been put in the wrong class. But i'm not complaining cause a couple of my normal classmates are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The 100 chair designs for project 1 plus the 4 for showing was such a bitch. So far i've only done 84 and i wasted 7 hours on one of the final ones and realised i wouldnt have time to finish so i just lef it alone and did a whole different one. Then i wanted to consult with jeremy(since he's in pid) but we went to street 85 1st. It was a pretty cool place for a photoshoot. I expected more animals but everything was so dry and dead. So after a rather long consultation with him, turns out the class didnt choose my wood one(which i hinted stronly that i wanted to do that one) and chose this soft one which would be so much more difficult to make. Haiz. And whats more, peggy wants us to do this postbox designing competition thing which is such a major waste of time and robs me of sleep for nothing. Double haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcoZ12fRqmI/AAAAAAAAABI/km1jyJRyg0M/s1600-h/06022007677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcoZ12fRqmI/AAAAAAAAABI/km1jyJRyg0M/s320/06022007677.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028860346863037026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcoaiWfRqnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RoksicqBRx8/s1600-h/06022007681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcoaiWfRqnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RoksicqBRx8/s320/06022007681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028861111367215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/Rcoa9GfRqoI/AAAAAAAAABY/0oXOuCCYDfQ/s1600-h/06022007685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/Rcoa9GfRqoI/AAAAAAAAABY/0oXOuCCYDfQ/s320/06022007685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028861570928716418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcobeWfRqpI/AAAAAAAAABg/smqc8qQRGHM/s1600-h/06022007684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcobeWfRqpI/AAAAAAAAABg/smqc8qQRGHM/s320/06022007684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028862142159366802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcocamfRqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/hf6jfL0UsHA/s1600-h/06022007680b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcocamfRqqI/AAAAAAAAABo/hf6jfL0UsHA/s320/06022007680b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028863177246485154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Haiz i'm in a dilemma. I dunno if i should stay here or move to livejournal. Cause i'm sick of looking at the blank blogskin and i'm very lazy to go and find a new one and put stuff in and whatnot cause html is so not my thing. And somehow i seem to get a lot more comments on lj. But then again this place has a sentimental value cause it has so many of my precious memories. And keeping two is kind of a pain in the butt too. Its like all my memories will be fragmented when in the future i wanna look back and see how i've grown. Aaah. Of course i could just burn al these 200 posts into cds so i can keep them for future sake. I need opinions. For now i'll hold out, but by the end of the month i've gotta decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whats wrong with this post of a measure of significance? Not enough pictures of me. Hahah. so here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RconBWfRqrI/AAAAAAAAABw/9yQQzHLxwz8/s1600-h/06022007638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RconBWfRqrI/AAAAAAAAABw/9yQQzHLxwz8/s320/06022007638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028874838082693810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcooM2fRqtI/AAAAAAAAACA/yds0QjP34NQ/s1600-h/060220076251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcooM2fRqtI/AAAAAAAAACA/yds0QjP34NQ/s320/060220076251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028876135162817234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RconPmfRqsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qb-J5tUFa08/s1600-h/06022007616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RconPmfRqsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qb-J5tUFa08/s320/06022007616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028875082895829698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll also be posting a different entry on lj. Quite scandal... haha no la, just kidding. its just um... well i dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-901691565944985191?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/901691565944985191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=901691565944985191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/901691565944985191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/901691565944985191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/02/big-two-o-o.html' title='The Big Two O O'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcoZ12fRqmI/AAAAAAAAABI/km1jyJRyg0M/s72-c/06022007677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-7764362419574030825</id><published>2007-02-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:36:01.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tapestry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNr42fRqlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dwMgOWaTzfk/s1600-h/01022007565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNr42fRqlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dwMgOWaTzfk/s320/01022007565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026980233519147602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The still night air is as cold as it is silent. Not a chirp nor rustle nor whisper. Its as if the darkness also meant death. But there in the corner, in a frame of silver moonlight, sits a solitary moth. I reach over and stroke its dusty crimson wings ever so slightly and it barely even notices; just quivering those feathery antennae. I look closely into it glittering black eyes and see not only the reflection of my face, but also the image of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNqx2fRqkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tmsuF9fYRk0/s1600-h/02022007571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNqx2fRqkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tmsuF9fYRk0/s320/02022007571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026979013748435522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNqYGfRqjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PNa8gA7y0Tg/s1600-h/30012007562P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNqYGfRqjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PNa8gA7y0Tg/s320/30012007562P.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026978571366804018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another red eye photo, and this time i made sure that it wouldnt be mistaken for brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and i'm putting up a photoset on my lj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-7764362419574030825?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/7764362419574030825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=7764362419574030825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/7764362419574030825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/7764362419574030825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/02/tapestry.html' title='Tapestry'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RcNr42fRqlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dwMgOWaTzfk/s72-c/01022007565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-8138446707644402055</id><published>2007-01-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:36:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlocking Death</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. God. I hate peggy. Ok i dont really hate her but i hate what she's making us do. See all the other vscP1 classes are doing like self promotion through name cards, posters... stuff to send to companies to make them wanna hire you. Even if that is boring, i dont mind one bit cause i can do it. But what this woman is making us do is simply preposterous for vsc. Might as well be pid. She wants us to make a fully functional chair solely out of wood(max 20% metal, for joints and stuff). So crazy la! I joined vsc to do 2D design, not 3D cause i bloody suck at it. Its gonna be so whorrible. Slogging day after day in school on sth i have no confidence i can pull off. Ok its supposed to like represent us then we market ourselves using the chair. Wow amazing. I HATE this. Y cant she be like nuisance nancy. Or killjoy kee jan. Argh. Pity me. The others in my class may find it exciting and stuff, but noo, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, i think at least this block i'll be able to sleep more after that extremely energy sucking diEss( i finally managed to finish my calendar although i'm not too happy with it cause the print colours were diff from how it looked on my screen. Darn). Class is from 3-6 everyday. But i guess we'll be there longer hours working on that damned crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok Pan's Labrinth is such a good movie. I cant say its nice because its plenty sad. But it was totally not what i expected. It was so mature and the storyline was really well thought out. Real good. You'll be surprised cause it'll not be what you're expecting... i know it was for me. The faun was really well done, pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;And that saggy monster is very disgusting. I shouldnt say too much and be a spoiler, ouh and its in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Woo, im happy! I got the nike shoes i wanted. Aaahhh so cool. Burnt a massive hole in my pocket tho... but i've been saving for it for over 2 months. $177.45. With the movie and dinner and desert, i spent over 200 buck in one day. Wow. Its very atypical tho... my usual daily spending is like 5 or 6 bucks. My aunt isnt happy with it, price and design wise. Well i fully love it. Its that new range of nike's wth the deeply scored soles so can bend a lot one you know? Yeah here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/Rb4nx2fRqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_lyR8bYOGL0/s1600-h/29012007556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/Rb4nx2fRqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_lyR8bYOGL0/s320/29012007556.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025497971585821218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-8138446707644402055?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/8138446707644402055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=8138446707644402055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/8138446707644402055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/8138446707644402055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/unlocking-death.html' title='Unlocking Death'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/Rb4nx2fRqiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_lyR8bYOGL0/s72-c/29012007556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-8272488403572602462</id><published>2007-01-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:36:02.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unintended Migration</title><content type='html'>WAT THE HELL!? Jadis has been restarting on her own recently. Its very pissy. And if i want to send it in to get fixed, how am i supposed to do my schoolwork? Argh dilemma! Ef la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so something weird happened yesterday. A girl from morocco called me on skype yesterday(if you dunno wat that is, its like messenger except its free internet voice calls). I think the reason is cause her name is Sara Hanifi (see the resemblance?). Firstly she didnt know where singapore was. Forgiveable. SO i tell her its in asia. "Wat is that?" How could she not know the largest continent on earth? So i had to say "You know china? OK? sg is far down" She knew china. Anyways, it was the most torturous conversation i've had in a long time. Besides the many awkward silences, the occasional bad connection did not help her stunted english. Its as bad as my malay(and let me tell you i speak malay horrendously). Ok here's an instance where she just added me and showed her dp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Wat-e do you theenk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you are pretty(she is indeed quite hot. this is her photo blog, some look weird but some are awesome. http://sara-belle01.skyblog.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: I dont understand wat-e you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pretty? (i thought it was bad connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: wat is-e prr... Nice? Beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i then put up my dp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Mmm, yes-e, you are olso nice, er, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, the beautiful boy, had to be the one asking all the questions trying not to sound like a dao bitch. Apparently her hobby is listening to music(i always tell ppl mine is television... which is true) and she let me hear some- mostly turkish instrumental which was pretty chic but some were these cheesy 90s english instrumentals that totally spoiled it. On the upside, she did play some beyonce. Thank god for the music that filled many an awkward silence. It was really exhausting trying to listen and decipher her oddly formed sentences or wrong use of words. I mean i would have thoroughly enjoyed myself if she was englishy, learning about the lifestyle there and the education system and stuff. Sad. It lasted for over an hour, after which she was going to talk to her friends(god thank you for giving her friends). Cause i'm a very polite person to strangers and didnt want to be the one to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, she called me again today. Asked me bout muslim stuff, whether i pray and fast and know how to say the um, i dunno the term in english, and stuff. And yet i was thoroughly surprised to see in one of her pics that she held a shaggy dog(in her photo blog) and if you dont know, we arent supposed to have dogs(we cant touch their nose or any part of them thats wet, i think. But we can keep guard dogs... if you live in some mansion or sth la.). But i didnt want to question her bout it cause religious practices are a touchy subject. And guess wat, on the second page of her pb, there is an image split into 4, thats her future husband. If it werent for the marriage at 18 law in morocco, i bet she'd be wearing a wedding dress(or whatever these people wear) right now... she's 16 and he's 23. Bet its matchmade. Sad. It was a short convo tg, cause her mom called her or something... and she said she'll talk to me later but i just put my status to offline. *sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok enough bitching. Today was the final presentation for comDi and our group totally rocked it although i felt i could have done better. But who cares, desmond said we were the best. Haha. Woo! Yea, The Liquid Salvation rules! (arches eyebrows, opens eyes big, raise hands in a questioning manner saying "you know?"). And I've finally saved enough to get those pair of nike's i've been eyeing, Yay! Haha. And another reason to celebrate, i collected my 2 gig memory card already so now my travelling will be more exciting with loads more songs. Whee. On the downside, i still have 2 calendar vectors to do by monday morning, each taking about 7 hours to do. But after that i wanna watch Pan's Labrinth... any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RboslWfRqhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UK1VfHb8sjM/s1600-h/25012007549.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RboslWfRqhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UK1VfHb8sjM/s1600-h/25012007549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024377354488752658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RboslWfRqhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UK1VfHb8sjM/s320/25012007549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing group members. The most organized and smooth-running group project i've been in so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-8272488403572602462?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/8272488403572602462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=8272488403572602462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/8272488403572602462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/8272488403572602462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/unintended-migration.html' title='The Unintended Migration'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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/_CsCNhNCn_oQ/RboslWfRqhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UK1VfHb8sjM/s72-c/25012007549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9715931.post-116962303054229976</id><published>2007-01-24T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:20:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen Tree</title><content type='html'>When i saw this it looked to me like some trees had gathered at a dead tree's funeral. I had to take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/561365/15012007477%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/531713/15012007477%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish i lived in a terrace house or something so that the neighbors cant hear me when i sing loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is on LJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116962303054229976?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116962303054229976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116962303054229976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116962303054229976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116962303054229976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/fallen-tree.html' title='The Fallen Tree'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116939743593322183</id><published>2007-01-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:37:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Consequences of Vanity</title><content type='html'>Ok, comDi has made me sick of lookin at words, so here's a little photoset i did, taking advantage of the nice afternoon sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/598747/13012007461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/780591/13012007461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/118676/13012007454%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/33867/13012007454%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/266630/13012007439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/761083/13012007439.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/697353/13012007460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/670278/13012007460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/305582/13012007475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/680611/13012007475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/800306/13012007453%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/847021/13012007453%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/684176/130120074651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/616686/130120074651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/556971/1301200744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/953294/1301200744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116939743593322183?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116939743593322183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116939743593322183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116939743593322183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116939743593322183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/consequences-of-vanity.html' title='The Consequences of Vanity'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116921013078096936</id><published>2007-01-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:35:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Academically Declined</title><content type='html'>Well, i've made a livejournal so i'll be sometimes here and sometimes there. Dont ask me why, i just felt like it... well actually there are two primary reasons but i'm not gonna tell. Its chocvampire.livejournal.com ... ok i'll put it together with the 'friend links' so its easily reachable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116921013078096936?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116921013078096936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116921013078096936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116921013078096936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116921013078096936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/academically-declined.html' title='Academically Declined'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116897632822501927</id><published>2007-01-17T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:47:25.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Hole Revelation</title><content type='html'>Ok so today was ComDi presentation for the individual project and it went quite well. There were some really good ones. Sy was very debate-ish at some parts, margaret accidentally said that the artist did household chores instead of household items and yk was as exciting as a mole at the back of an old man's neck. Some had great content but bad english. That over, after lunch, i left to go and meet luqman and his friend at dhoby ghaut to go for the Muse concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/467470/16012007522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/504153/16012007522.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I arrived there like an hour early so i shopped around a bit; spotlight, barang barang, times - very boring i know. So luqman came at 5.30 with this guy named rick so after getting take-out from subway we walked to fort canning... i never knew it was so near to ps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was 6 when we got there and already the line was so freakin long la. Like super ultra long. So we go all the way to the back and spot yk with his friend and we joined him. Then later after we finished our sandwiches, i saw asanul with his friend. He's bigger now... and he smokes, which tarnishes much his image. So he asked if he could join us cause by that time there were a lot of ppl behind us so yeah. Then a while more, jocelyn, wanqi and stephanie came and joined her friend just in front of us so we were like one big group or sth. Well it took a long time to get to the entrance and like there was bag check and stuff and the guy confiscated my pen-knife. Haha. I mean its like i have it in my pencilbox everyday la so haiz...gotta buy a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We wanted to get like t-shirts or something but thought that getting a good place in the mass of people was more important 1st, plus we could buy stuff later. So We gathered around one side, yk, his friends and asanul went dunno wher. So it was me luqman and rick as well as wanqi, joce and steph. It was damn squeezy la. My back so pain already stand so long, sumore in that cramped area cannot move also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/626671/Red-Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/33802/Red-Blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting damn long for it to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok So when Muse came onstage, started with Knights of Cydonia. Everyone went wild. A few times there was like this push ripple from somewhere in the middle(my cuz said it was the idiot ang mohs) and every one like almost fell down. At first luqman disappeared somewhere in front, then the 3 girls too. Luckily got rick la if not i down there all alone surrounded by heaps of morons and lunatics... and idiot smokers killing our lungs. The sound was just utterly deafening; so loud i couldnt even hear myself shout and i could feel it vibrating in my chest. I was so worried my hearing would be permanently impaired or that my phone screen will crack or something. And once, while other idiots were flinging mineral water, this guy decided to fling red bull and i got a faceful of it. I felt like shoving a guitar up his ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But otherwise it was totally awesome... jumping and headbanging(well more bobbing than banging) to the amazing music and singing(or rather screaming) along. Flashing lights, enthu atmosphere and giant confetti-filled balloons that we had to pop. Great songs, spectacular skills. Absolutely loved it, well worth the 85 bucks. Muse owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/879256/16012007509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/798804/16012007509.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/119653/16012007510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/963728/16012007510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/144836/16012007513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/340530/16012007513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt on the piano for Feeling Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/637416/16012007520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/758192/16012007520.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smoky ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ly8mb3QFZ-0&lt;br /&gt;(short clip of starting of starlight. Kinda bad quality tho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so after that, me, rick and the 3 girls met near the entrance to wait for luqman, wherever he was, and his phone was either switched off or dead. After a while the 3 girls left and the both of us waited sumore. I was so super shagged la. And my ears were like numb(they're still ringing now). Anyways we decided to go look for him and found him in front of the stage. Apparently, he lost his phone; when he was recording, someone bumped into him and he dropped it and i guess someone else took it la... or it got trampled into the ground. (Sy, i know you're smiling). So we walked back to ps and got drinks from 7-11 where one of the cashiers was like... a drag without female clothes. As in a guy with lotsa make-up and super-skinny eyebrows. Scary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/897408/16012007526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/324006/16012007526.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the both of them were totally drenched in sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/231698/16012007523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/458576/16012007523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116897632822501927?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116897632822501927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116897632822501927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116897632822501927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116897632822501927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-hole-revelation.html' title='The Black Hole Revelation'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116888167635184515</id><published>2007-01-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:44:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/501503/130120074651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/929606/130120074651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A fat woman fell on me today. Seriously. See i was standing at the front corner of the standing area in 853 and i felt like shoving a durian up his ass cause he had this jerky style of driving. So anyway, it jerked real bad and the back of my hip hit the rail reall hard(still hurts a bit) and the fat woman beside me just squished me... sandwiched beween the seat back and probably 80 kilos of reinforced jello. And after she apologised, she started laughing like it was the most amusing thing ever. Thank god i was in a good mood or i'd probably have shouted 'bitch' when she pancaked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so saturday mornin like real early my aunt woke me up cause my dad was asking about enrolling me in some religious class thing... cause i could choose between going for the Sat or Sun one(the choice couldnt be whether i want to or dont want to go).  But i was so pissed cause it was like 7+ am and i had slept at like 4+ earlier on(i usually have just as little sleep normally but gimme a break, its the weekend). So i just grumbled sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah so sunday mornin woke up got ready and my dad sent us(my sis wasnt spared either) to the place. I thought that it was gonna be like nice and new like the Muslim Converts place but it was this dingy little building in yishun... The Arab Association. Well the class is in english, and there's no exams so i didnt like fight my dad too much... plus i had sold my soul for another night at jon's house the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, i just wrote an extremely critical paragraph about my 11 new classmates but i figured that if somehow i become friends with any of them and they read this blog, i'm a gonner. So yeah 12 people including me- 2 girls, 10 guys. The teacher is a pretty nice guy but i wouldnt have guessed he's young(27) cause of his rather saggy boobs. But otherwise he's really knowledgable and stuff so yeah. We got assesed on how well we read arabic and i got catagorised into the lowest class-1. Which is not that demoralising cause i knew it myself anyway. There were some who were damn good tho. Ouh and did i mention it was supposed to be ages 15-17? and i turn 18 this year which makes me feel like the delinquent who got held back or something. My dad could have found me a class for older noobs but no, he insisted. Luckily there's another 18-er, but then again, he knows his stuff pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well my dad picked us up after class(its 4 bloody hours... 9-1) and we went to eat &lt;br /&gt;at city plaza and it was like little phillipines or sth. Ouh then while eating i spotted this pigtail-wearing tranny in the salon opposite the restaurant. My sis didnt believe me at first so she like walked all the way to the front of the shop to take a look. Haha. Then later on at night my cousin came back from turkey with stuff like turkish delights, some super sweet pastry thing and corn chips that had like poppy seeds. Yay opium. Ouh and she got me that blue eye thing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116888167635184515?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116888167635184515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116888167635184515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116888167635184515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116888167635184515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-gold.html' title='White Gold'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116861707395810634</id><published>2007-01-12T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:55:05.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Into Wakefulness</title><content type='html'>OH. MY. GOD. There's a Nokia N93i and it looks soo good. Man it has me all fired up about mobile phones again. AAAHHHH! There's also this very aesthetically pleasing N76 but it only has a 2 mp camera and looks a bit like a RAZR. I have to work during the holidays... which is somewhere around march or april i think. I soo have to get either one of them. okok, so here's a comparison with the original N93. Its like guy and girl, one is more rugged-looking and robust and the other is elegant and refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/135341/nokia-n93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/31120/nokia-n93.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/226804/nokia-n93i-open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/756988/nokia-n93i-open.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see its more chic, the camera face is a bit diff and the keypad is RAZR-ish(but i prefer the older one in this area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/822187/nokia_n93_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/130876/nokia_n93_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/226658/nokia-n93i-camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/839107/nokia-n93i-camera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly the new screen can display much more colours. Its shorter, and looks fatter even tho the thickness is the same(as in the base part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/178032/01_n93_lowres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/935252/01_n93_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/501936/nokia-n93i-closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/278432/nokia-n93i-closed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most noticeable and the biggest improvement is this. So sexy. And it makes cam whoring a lot easier. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So please someone, if you got a job lobang for the holidays, please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116861707395810634?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116861707395810634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116861707395810634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116861707395810634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116861707395810634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/rocket-into-wakefulness.html' title='Rocket Into Wakefulness'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116852289376077616</id><published>2007-01-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:41:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapely Shapes Gone Soft</title><content type='html'>Well school has been a bitch. Well not really its just that comDi has a shitload of work and its keeping me up really night and depriving me of much wanted sleep. So i'm like doing 3 essays. 1st one is gonna be like 1200 words about Dali and Rene, the 2nd one is like 600 words about how surrealism has a place in modern design and the last one, my personal favourite, a narrative/descriptive about a boy in his dreamworld... which i'm supposed to be writing now but i'm obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of Dali, I'm damn happy that i found Un chien andalou on youtube. Its a short film Dali made in freakin 1929! And yet some damn power guy managed to get it and put it up. *applause*. Its super nonsansical and pretty demented but thats why i like Dali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haiz, then tomoro i've gotta edit my 2nd and 1st essay and the latter will take freakin long. Not to mention i have to make a powerpoint slideshow(i havent used it in ages so it'll turn out pretty crappy) for presentation on tuesday. Moreover i havent started on my calendar at all...while ppl like darren have already done 2 of the 6 months. Wah so nice sumore. Raah. Busy busy. And my eyes so sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116852289376077616?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116852289376077616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116852289376077616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116852289376077616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116852289376077616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/shapely-shapes-gone-soft.html' title='Shapely Shapes Gone Soft'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116827911845042182</id><published>2007-01-09T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:58:38.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unwielded Paradox</title><content type='html'>Went to watch night at the museum on sunday at ps with sy and jon, free for me and sy(thanks a lot pepper). It was a rather good movie. Better than eragon at least. I love the t-rex, soo cute. Damn bitch la when we were going in we forgot to hide the drinks we bought at carrefour this guy came up to me and ask if he could look inside my plastic bag. Then he said its not allowed so he gave me a redemption ticket and took it away. So thirsty la the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways after that we met up with aaron, qiang and jeremy at carls jr. Too bad its not halal, the burgers look good... so i went up to bk to grab a burger then jem lend me his burger box so it looks like i'm eating from there one. Haha. Then after bc came we went outside then hung around in front of tcc there contemplating what to do. Then like aaron was 'fighting' with sy and with one hand, pulled down sy's shorts in a quick movement. Luckily sy was like bending over so his shirt covered his underwear. Haha. Damn man, should have caught it on video... but too spontaneous. Supposedly the waitress at tcc was staring at him after that. Heheh. Ok so we decided to go to chill at ben &amp; jerry's but like only me and jem bought stuff la. Went home pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then today went to jon's house to watch movie. Wen i arrived, sy, qiang and aaron were already there. We slacked till bc came, then jeremy and he got 'raped' again. Haha poor boy. Then later we went to play soccer for a while till the guard told us it was getting too noisy... but this guy was kinda nice la... he let us play for quite a while... not like that lastime one. So while the others ate dinner made by jon's mom, i went to novena square to get my own dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i got back we got hooper to search his own room fora hidden present, cause his b'day was the next day(we all shared to get him an i-pod nano. Walao lucky sia he... aaron's idea la). But he couldnt so we sorta locked him out, retrieved it then went outside to giv it to him. Of course the b'day boy wouldnt get away so easily so he got 'raped' too. Then we forced him to jump for joy for our generous gift and he just acted crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well after watching like the 1st part of Front(damn funny la kumar) we put dry ice into a bottle then went downstairs to the pool to see if it explodes. So we threw it in but nothing happened but when jon bent over and tried to retrieve it, aaron and sy pushed him in. Ahahah. Then after he got out he started sprayin the two with the bottle and as we were going back upstairs, somehow jon and i think aaron pushed sy into the pool as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/978781/08012007420%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/295989/08012007420%20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unfortunate wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got up and sy borrowed some of jon' clothes. And we were like looking at our sec 1 or 2 pics on aaron's com and a lot of us looked damn funny last time la. We were like remeniscing and stuff. Sad, it almost seems like all that is comin to an end. Aaron goin army, the jc people are racing for the a'levels. Haiz. I will surely miss these good times. And all we have left are photographs and memories. And videos. here they are. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nP1MHuVX08s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfg-et_HI5Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9fzeu5RxdU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/639052/08012007421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/461704/08012007421.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and this is jeremy's back where sy slapped it. That mean bitch. haha kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116827911845042182?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116827911845042182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116827911845042182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116827911845042182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116827911845042182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/unwielded-paradox.html' title='The Unwielded Paradox'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116800543388189320</id><published>2007-01-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:57:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebuilt Memories</title><content type='html'>Ok so school has started and we're back in the rapid river. I'm having digital essentials(diEss) at 9 and communicating design ideas(comDi) at 12. Waking up at 6.45 is a bitch. diEss isnt to bad; so far i've been able to cope even tho its a computery module and i'm a tech-bimbo. The lecturer, yong kin, is nice too so yay. We have to do like a calendar, 6 months. BUt like each month's design will be used twice to make a whole 12 mth thing. I thought of doing horoscope but it'll be weird to repeat the design since well, it has 12 characters. So i might just do elements instead... cause like the bionicle version has 6 so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for comDi... its ok besides the fact that we have to write 2000-2500 words worth of essays by next friday plus a collage on our fav design icons. That is seriously bitchy. And the lecturer, kim jin, is kinda annoyin... nothing he particularly does but its just his demeanor. Ouh and he loves raising his eyebrows obsessively. Okok so we went for an excursion to the art museum to pick out an exhibition and present it in groups today right. And there was this rather quiet and reserved guy who, the first time i heard speak, had this really weird kinda way of speaking like a mild indonesian and in a slow deliberate manner. So when he started presenting, he did this accurate yet slightly exaggerated imitation of kim jin's speech and flashed high-raised eyebrows. It was damn hilarious i tell you and everyone was cracking up. I wonder if kim jin got it. Hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ouh and after my group presented, kim jin opened the floor for comments and guess who had to say something? Yk. He said that the cap i was wearing was distracting and it covered my eyes and stuff. Funny that kim jin said it didnt bother him at all since i managed to be engaging enough with my speech(which is more than i can say for yk). And chun yeung was like 'i think its just you'. Haha. Ouh and kim jin said mine and sy's group was the best wohoo. Sy was really good tho, he gave like a very long and thorough explanation off the top of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well after that, sy and i were supposed to go to the ex-cemetary at potong pasir to take photos but jon called to say that he'd been caught for long hair(he's in jc see, but it was all alright except for the back) and he was going to cut it. So we followed him but the barber(the shop name is called Donald Duck Barber) he intended to go to was closed so he just chose another one and it turned out pretty blah. Then we went j8 for a movie but the showtime was too late so we just hung around, got ice-cream and slacked at the playground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/514218/Photo%20231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/364254/Photo%20231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playin around with sy's mac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116800543388189320?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116800543388189320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116800543388189320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116800543388189320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116800543388189320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/rebuilt-memories.html' title='Rebuilt Memories'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116784125453266697</id><published>2007-01-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:28:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Things to Do with the Sun</title><content type='html'>On new year's day we were supposed to watch a night at the museum. Before that i went to sy's house to do his hair cause he had a wedding dinner to do later that night. So i used, in  his words, an 'ungodly amount' of hair wax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/524692/01012007340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/681575/01012007340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once his hair was higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO anyway because he took so much time gathering all his stuff, we were late and decided to go Minds instead... with jon, qiang, ivan and jeremy. We had loads of fun with taboo, then some stick grabbing thing, then as we were gonna start a vampire-thingie game sy left for his dinner, then we played this thing that i sucked at that involved farm animals and lastly got owned by jon at ugly doll. Actually it seems that he wins almost every single game. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that we ate at subway at PS and went to carrefour to, get this, play with toys. We were behaving like 7 year olds la. So deprived. Teddy bears, miniature cars, toy guns, sweets with those chattery novelty things on the top and styrofoamy-ish swords( i pulled a bangkai with one... haha). I think we spent like an hour there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/54841/01012007341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/464261/01012007341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the next day we(day before's ppl + daniel) were supposed to meet up with aaron for dinner at Carl's Jr... but he was running late and guess wat? We went to to carrefour to play again. This time sy was bullied by this bespectacled 6 year old girl. Cause at 1st he was playing this tv game then we all asked her to turn of the tv... and she really did leh... in the middle of sy's game. Hahah. Then later while i was 'fighting jeremy and sy with the swords she come up and wanna fight me... so i entertain her la. Then when sy wanna team up with her against me, she say she wanna fight him, and totally whooped his ass la... Figuratively speaking. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so while the rest ate their burgers and chilli cheese fries, i slowly slurped up the best milkshake i've ever tried. Wow. Damn thick and creamy. I was full just drinking that. We talked about sec school days, classmates and teachers and after aaron came, we stalked around for like an hour before headin home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/577920/01012007346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/398748/01012007346.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver balls that jingle when shaken, given by sy from hk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116784125453266697?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116784125453266697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116784125453266697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116784125453266697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116784125453266697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-things-to-do-with-sun.html' title='Of Things to Do with the Sun'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116757678777205714</id><published>2006-12-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:58:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence of the Lambs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/943791/31122006336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/632318/31122006336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the time till year's end draws near i reflect on past deeds and experiences and i ask myself: Have i made a better person of my self in even the slightest way? Have i made a difference in the world... or smaller, in the lives of the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mmm 2006. &lt;br /&gt;3 Nseries phones. &lt;br /&gt;1 ice cream cake by 3 wonderful... well one not so wonderful, people but all is forgiven, haha. &lt;br /&gt;4 shrieks of joy for my O'level results.&lt;br /&gt;10 days of crappy bedsheet-sellling.&lt;br /&gt;2 weddings(not my own of course).&lt;br /&gt;1 laptop.&lt;br /&gt;0 broken bones.&lt;br /&gt;3 sleepover nights at Jon's house.&lt;br /&gt;1 lovebird lost.&lt;br /&gt;3 albums bought.&lt;br /&gt;13 christmas smses.&lt;br /&gt;Inches of hair chopped.&lt;br /&gt;Several good movies.&lt;br /&gt;Shitloads of money spent.&lt;br /&gt;Countless bars of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Too many nights that lacked sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Many months of tiring modules.&lt;br /&gt;Over 120 sheets of expensive photo paper.&lt;br /&gt;Numerous bitchy comments.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the many friends i've made, and the older ones that i've gotten to know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There were so many mistakes i wish i could take back but i cant. I can only try to prevent myself from repeating them. No doubt i'll be making a whole new set of mistakes but lets hope they arent too devastating. Hmm so new year's resolutions... 1st, start excercising... i think i made this last year and didnt keep to it. BUt i really gotta do it. I wanna pass the finess test so i dont have to do 2 extra months of NS. And also at least i wont have to struggle so much in there if i'm fitter. No wait... just fit. Cause i'm so far from that now. 2nd, i also wanna try be more religious. I dunno how but i better start improving... little steps at a time. See, i'm not afraid of death, but i'm afraid of what comes after that. 3rd, i'm not gonna vow to be less bitchy cause thats just who i am. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haiz. So little people online means so many are out there partying. I'm jealous. Hahah. Well happy new year to you you all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116757678777205714?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116757678777205714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116757678777205714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116757678777205714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116757678777205714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/silence-of-lambs.html' title='Silence of the Lambs'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116737864541336603</id><published>2006-12-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:50:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay-Masked Fox Heads</title><content type='html'>Ok i just had a pretty bad haircut and sch is comin. Haiz. At first it was ok then the woman just went thinning crazy. So yeah its kinda whorrible. Would like to put the pic up here but its more of a surprise if you see it yourself. Maybe i should dye it to make it somewhat nicer. I think i wanna do grey or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116737864541336603?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116737864541336603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116737864541336603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116737864541336603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116737864541336603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/clay-masked-fox-heads.html' title='Clay-Masked Fox Heads'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116730750384795711</id><published>2006-12-28T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:51:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majestic Banana</title><content type='html'>Got invited to joel's house for some get-together on  christmas day and unfortunately nobody else i knew came. His room was pretty crowded at first and i had my first try at poker. We used this load of 5cent coins joel had as chips and it was pretty fun. When most of the people left, we played some other card game i forgot the name then watched a lot of episodes of robot chicken on youtube... super funny. Ouh and its the 1st time someone said i sound like a chinese. Wats with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways i just got back from a 2-day sleep-over at jon's house. Although sleep-over is inappropriate cause we didnt really sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got there in the evening on tues and we pretty much slacked the whole night. We being me, aaron, qiang, jeremy, daniel, john, bc and ivan. Aaron was addicted to fifa on jeremy's xbox and whoopin ivan's ass over and over. There was this really fun game called Kungfu Chaos. Lazy to go out to eat so we ordered macs but i didnt eat much cause i was full with a really huge chunk of aaron's bro's wedding cake. Tons of icing. The consistency of the cake was almost like brownie. Absolutely heavenly i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/111926/26122006289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/771637/26122006289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone into sugar shock man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so jeremy came late but he told aaron he wasnt gonna show. So we all hid in the storeroom while jon told him we all went home and stuff. Of course we burst out and attacked him la. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/16401/27122006297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/385709/27122006297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting raped. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we went to play soccer in the carpark at 3am after everyone tried pumping the ball... wanking the pump aggressively. Haha. We played till the guard came and told us to keep it down. Went up and slacked a lot till about 6 then went to sleep. Jeremy fell asleep earlier so aaron put shaving cream on his face(ring a bell sy?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Woke up at like 9, ate fish snacks for breakfast cause it felt like gastric was sinkin in. Watched some oprah. And jon's mom was around with her head wrapped in plastic askin me stuff. I find her kinda intimidating. So do the others. Haha. Then went back to sleep till like 12+. Jeremy, john, bc and daniel had other stuff to do so they left. The rest of us went to eat lunch at like 4 at ttsh foodcourt. Came back in the rain then fifa most of the time for aaron and ivan, the latter left before dinner cause he wasnt sleepin there that night. John wasnt either. The others had sushi for dinner cause jeremy brought this whole set that he got for free. Too bad i couldnt eat cause there was ham on one of them. Since when sushi places got ham sushi one? Well anyways i totally forgot about the project runway finals when we went to macdonalds at 10 for my dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to swim later at 12 and it was freakishly cold. What with the rain and all. Jeremy was exaggerating about almost getting hypothermia on some previous incident... absolutely false. Qiang and i were the most affected cause of our lack of insulation. It was a pretty fun time tho... throwing and pushing ppl into the water, dragging the deck chairs into the pool. We were actually supposed to play soccer 1st but the guard this time was diff, damn grumpy and er... i dunno how to spell that chinese term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/276544/27122006310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/566521/27122006310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/360740/27122006311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/449855/27122006311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after that we went up and started cooking stuff, can soups, maggi mee and corned beef. The soup was the most whorrible thing ever. It was this pasta in tomato sauce thing and it all tasted synthetic. Bleh. Then i watched the Bewitched movie on hbo and it was pretty interestin the way they chose to portray it. By the time that was done at 4, dan, jeremy and jon were asleep. I went to wash almost all the dishes and utensils(i can tell the parents are kinda pissed at the way we've been treating the place). Then aaron, qiang, bc and i started talking about sec school and stuff and how people have changed and it was all pretty funny. Went to sleep at 6 again and woke up at 11 but i rolled around untill like 12. Went to novena square at like 3.45 cause i had to get food and jon had to get a christmas card which was impossible to find so he improvised. Ooh and i got a scoop of haagen dazs and they had a 1 for 1 thing so i had 2 lovely helpings of macadamia nut ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its so sad cause like this might be our last sleepover ever, our group of wackos. Cause aaron will be goin for ns in jan and like this whole coming year will be damn stressful and no fooling around for the jc ppl. Haiz. Moving on is so bad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/530127/28122006322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/906432/28122006322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, aaron and jeremy being gay and daniel being horny. Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116730750384795711?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116730750384795711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116730750384795711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116730750384795711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116730750384795711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/majestic-banana.html' title='Majestic Banana'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116697203288639604</id><published>2006-12-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:56:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the Aurora</title><content type='html'>Little Sarah sat at the street corner huddled all together in her black cotton dress with dirty lace trimmings, She rocked slowly back and forth and shivering from the cold, her bare feet teetering on the wet sidewalk. Her breath passing thinly through cracked lips as the streetlight cast pale rays that carried no warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unexpectedly, she heard footsteps striking sharply on the ice-crusted cobblestone, coming ever closer and finally halting a foot away from her. She looked up at a tall man with shadowed eyes and an emaciated face. His hat slung low over his brow. A maroon scarf swathed his neck above his long black cloak that seemed to flap and billow even though the air was still. From its depths, he extracted a pocket watch and popped it open. Satisfied with what he saw, he replaced it and removed his scarf wrapping it tightly around little Sarah. She blinked with bewilderment but smiled ever so slightly in gratitude. The stranger then stooped over, took out a chunk of bread from his pocked and waved it temptingly in front of her. Her hesitation was momentary and pinched it out of his hand with nearly frozen fingers. Little Sarah opened her mouth wide and welcomed the crusty morsel of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He then offered his hand which she took immediately and he pulled her to her feet. He brushed her unkept hair away from her face and held it gently in his hands. "You shan't feel any hunger nor cold nor pain from this moment on. Come with me." he said with a raspy voice in low undertones. Little Sarah couldn't do anything but to nod in acceptance. So he gathered her at his side and with a great leap, soared into the night sky. His cloak whipped around like wings propelling them higher and higer, away from the citylights and into the abyss of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the early morning just as the sun's was beginning to caress the frozen pines, the town's minister clattered down the street chuckling merrily with his assistant. As he came round the corner, he stopped in mid-step and sighed. His brows furrowed as he told to his assistant "Call the hospital to bring around the ambulance would you Harold? And tell them the siren won't be necessary". As he stepped closer he whispered, "Peaceful Christmas, little girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And a happy Christmas to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116697203288639604?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116697203288639604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116697203288639604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116697203288639604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116697203288639604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-of-aurora.html' title='Night of the Aurora'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116689706568621457</id><published>2006-12-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:04:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gina Tomato</title><content type='html'>Wat. The. Hell. FFAAAAAARRRRKKKK ZZIIIIIIIITTTT! I cant believe it. I havent had a visible pimple in months. I blame that bloody fag doctor who didnt upp the dosage for my isoretinoin. See, i've been with the same doc at the skin centre for quite some time... and well i postponed my appointment cause it clashes with SCHOOL and the pp'd one falls on the coincidental time that the doc is ON VACATION. And i cant postpone till he gets back cause it might relapse so i thought it would be fine with someone else. Ok the last visit, the original doc said he would probably increase the dosage to totally strike while the evil is weak... but this new guy said it wouldnt be necessary since it was already working well. Trust me i tried to push it. He and his cheery disposition can go to HELL. Argh. And i thought he was nice. Phheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116689706568621457?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116689706568621457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116689706568621457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116689706568621457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116689706568621457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/gina-tomato.html' title='Gina Tomato'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116676042106250874</id><published>2006-12-22T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:07:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsters and Cobras</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday i went for this church event Dilys invited me to at the DBS building. Ok so as i went in everybody at the door was super friendly and stuff and tho they told me their names i dont remember. Well after waiting inside for about half an hour cause i was early, the thing started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The male host reminded me of gyanju from Bleach(yes its totally awesome) and he kept makin fun of the female presenter's small eyes. There was this band performace and they were pretty alright then was this drama thing about ppl who tried to find love and stuff... and let me tell you, drama it was. Sometimes it was too much that it was funny and there was this group of malay guys(they won some sports competition or something) being typical, shouting snide comments occasionally. Haiz... shame me only... not that i'm malay but i look it. After that there were these testimonies(like how crappy their life was until they found god) by some people and i thing it was really brave of them to speak their life sufferings to a big audience. There was this girl who actually drank detergent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so after that there was this speech by the pastor. Ok i know to me riveting, a speaker must have a certain level of enthusiasm and spontenaiety but well he was nearly reaching raving mad; shouting half the time with hoarse-ish(its not horse misspelled) voice. Reminds me a bit of moses(the design director, not the prophet) but this guy was actually funny. Then there was this quiet time thing where he said some stuff and asked who will accept jesus and stuff so afterwards when they were playin this song, those people would go up on stage. And during that time too, the youth counsellors went about the audience. One came to me and asked 'do you wanna come on stage? Did you feel anything in your heart a while ago?' Here's something about me... no matter how bitchy i am with friends, i'm almost always nice to other people. So instead of just saying a dead 'no' i said 'i dont think so'. And he continued, reiterating the previous testimonies and asked the previous questions again and started trying to lead me to the stage. So i was all 'i dunno' and 'not right now'. Then when he realised i wasnt gonna budge he asked &lt;br /&gt;"can i pray for you?"&lt;br /&gt;(me)"Nah its ok"&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything in your life you want me to pray for?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing i can think of at the moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See thing is, even tho i'm a very unreligious person i wouldnt accept any other religion no matter how fun it seems cause i firmly believe in Islam. And they make it seem like its all up to God, i mean if He wanted to, he would love to accept us all in heaven but what about that wager with satan? And why should hell be so miserable... i mean if we follow in satan's footsteps he should be happy and welcome us with open arms right?(not that i would want to). See here i'm open to any objection so feel free to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the thing was over, went outside and met clara and waited for dilys to appear. The latter is shorter than i remember(maybe its cause of my high hair). Ok so the free food was pretty good and thank god(here its just an expression ok) it was halal. Woo. I loved it that the meat was sliced thinly and still pink in the centre. Yes, its the closest to raw i can get without falling ill. Ouh then we met Jerrold, same as ever and he was surprised to see me ther. When i was done everyone asked me to have seconds but i was too lazy to go line up again. And unfortunately there were these guys from sec sch who, when they got my attention, laughed. People like these shouldnt be invited to events that require manners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After sayin goodbye, i left for novena cause i was meetin up with jon to go pick aaron up from the airport. More people came than i expected; daniel, jeremy, john, qiang and ivan. With the exception of me, john and ivan, everyone was gonna sleepover at jon's place that night... so they all followed jeremy to serangoon to go get his stuff cause he had to go for his BB(not that he's in it anymore... just kaypo kaypoh with the juniors) again early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/420961/21122006268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/347695/21122006268.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent done my hair this high in a long time... and it felt gooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/895841/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/57581/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gay couple woo! haha kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116676042106250874?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116676042106250874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116676042106250874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116676042106250874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116676042106250874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/gangsters-and-cobras.html' title='Gangsters and Cobras'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116655334630286680</id><published>2006-12-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:58:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrological Paperweights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/946949/19122006252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/49963/19122006252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The sky is havin an emotional breakdown. Its been crying and crying with very little breaks in between. Who knew she had so much tears. I wonder what upset her. Was the sun mean to her that she's blocking him out so completely? Did all the dust and smoke from the recent haze agitate her beautiful blue eyes? And now she has started, its hard for her to stop. Someone please tell her she's flooding the streets knee high in tears. And scaring the children with her booming voice. Someone try to comfort her so she doesnt kill anymore trees or tumble anymore walls. We need one darn good psychiatrist. One of those who charges $500 an hour. Tell him to give her some anti-depressants and some sleeping pills. Let her rest those soggy eyes of hers. Ask him to tell her to take a deep breath and relax so if she stops crying, she can see all the happy faces below with their arms laden with gifts. She too deserves some joy this Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116655334630286680?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116655334630286680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116655334630286680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116655334630286680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116655334630286680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/astrological-paperweights.html' title='Astrological Paperweights'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116637650868360537</id><published>2006-12-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T01:33:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcoleptic</title><content type='html'>Well met up with jon and sy to go mind cafe. Woo its quite cool. So we played a few games. Jon was Master of Reflexes. Sy was King of Agression. And i was Lord of Deception. Hahah. So anyways we saw this little sign at the bus stop and decided to take photos. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/26230/17122006241%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/405400/17122006241%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fartsy the White Ranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/641895/17122006239%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/829246/17122006239%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmut the Gummy Biker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/785214/17122006242%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/334946/17122006242%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashean Beautee the Goggled Mantis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dont ask me why Ashean Beautee... we chose each other's alter-ego names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116637650868360537?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116637650868360537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116637650868360537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116637650868360537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116637650868360537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/narcoleptic.html' title='Narcoleptic'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116626990791984947</id><published>2006-12-16T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:51:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unearthly Reflections</title><content type='html'>Just a little mini-photoshoot with Javon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/198820/Hear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/963932/Hear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/289988/Speak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/80502/Speak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/745793/Scent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/539531/Scent.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/565565/Look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/437440/Look.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116626990791984947?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116626990791984947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116626990791984947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116626990791984947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116626990791984947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/unearthly-reflections.html' title='Unearthly Reflections'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116608270644126972</id><published>2006-12-14T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:51:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osthato Chetowa</title><content type='html'>Went to buy tix for Eragon at 2.30 yesterday. Even tho sy only finished his course at 4 and he and jon were only meeting me at 5. The kiasu me. Then i went to swensens, got myself 2 scoops of macadamia nut ice-cream and watched Bleach on Jadis. Then i went out to the benches and watched sumore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the other 2 came we settled ourselves at the balcony part facing the sea and started window shopping when it started to drizzle. We ate at banquet then more window shoppin... cause the movie was at 9.45. Ooh, now there's a new brand i like besides topman and zara, Pull and Bear. Weird name but nice clothes. The stuff from GAP is pretty nice too but expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/288724/131220061801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/400915/131220061801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee i'm flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/367645/13122006183%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/194359/13122006183%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I. Was. So. Effing. Disappointed. With Eragon. Not only did they cut out so much of the events even certain visual elements were compromised. Like the unbelievable height of Tronjheim and the Beor mountains, the supposed-to-be-hooded Razacs, The fact that Urgals have huge horns on their heads. Certain things were so screwed up. Like where was Angela's werecat and why wasnt she at the battle in Tronjheim? And why didnt they visit Teirm or see Jeod... who would be needed in the next book. And how in the world could they have killed a Razac? It also seemed like Eragon didnt learn much from Brom nor did he suffer physically at all like in the book. ARGH! Its worse than the adaptation of the 3rd Harry Potter. I mean if you watched the movie alone its not too bad(say 3/5) and Saphira(the dragon) was totally awesome. But Haiz. All my anticipation for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/297885/13122006191%20cop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/770843/13122006191%20cop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/649608/14122006195%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/90252/14122006195%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116608270644126972?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116608270644126972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116608270644126972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116608270644126972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116608270644126972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/osthato-chetowa.html' title='Osthato Chetowa'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116592199297500647</id><published>2006-12-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:04:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menos Grande</title><content type='html'>Phew. Finally finished the portrait of my aunt. And since i cant find a job, i'll be doing portraits for $10. Considering it takes me about 5 hours to do(dont worry i do it from a photo). If you're interested, just tag or e-mail or msg me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/441409/Maja%20Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/574205/Maja%20Portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116592199297500647?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116592199297500647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116592199297500647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116592199297500647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116592199297500647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/menos-grande.html' title='Menos Grande'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116573831535687949</id><published>2006-12-10T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:29:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sleeping In On</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my cousin's wedding. As in the groom. They used the same wedding planner as my other cousin but that one was considerably more tasteful. 1st of all, a lot of the decor was green even the cake...not sexay. The music was whorrible; 95% malay dangdut stuff, thn the hindi songs were the really old ones and the english ones were just plain tacky. The food was ok but the desert table smelled disgusting cause of the rojak gravy. The apple crumble was decent tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most of my cousins had their hair curled, tho one's was a little overdone and looked like a wig with glitter on top. Then, to my awe, i saw this guy with the N93! Turns out he's the bride's brother. Lucky bastard. Then later when there was the karaoke part, he totally lost his pitch(sy, ala dominic's 'when you believe') so many times that he gave up halfway. But hey, i'd rather be humiliated in a hall full of relatives and have the N93 than not. Yes, i'm obsessed if you must know. Ouh and two of my cousin's sang too and they were pretty good. My cousins were forcing me to go but i didnt. I'm not as thick skin as they think i am. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/159885/09122006132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/380609/09122006132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took over an hour to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/650430/09122006135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/177404/09122006135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my niece, nephew, sis then the wedding couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/271741/09122006146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/982029/09122006146.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok so last time when i blogged about my other cousin's wedding i didnt put up any photos. So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/706266/04022006272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/819639/04022006272.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicer dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/12898/04022006278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/764694/04022006278.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better make-up. and the music was leagues more pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116573831535687949?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116573831535687949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116573831535687949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116573831535687949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116573831535687949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-sleeping-in-on.html' title='Not Sleeping In On'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116558666205982880</id><published>2006-12-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:08:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/412769/08122006052%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/574157/08122006052%20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I have been rotting at home doing nothing for so many days along with that whorrible neck ache for quite a few days so thank god sy called me out to go cristmas shoppin today. Actually i only found out las night(more like 12.58 this morning) that zhi wen and bang lun were going cycling at ubin today but since he was already asleep, i couldnt ask him the details. Of course i could have left him a message to call me as soon as he got up but then i shouldnt be pangseh-ing sy and hooper so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways we met at 11 and stalked around centrepoint and found these really nice horoscope paperweights so i got one for myself, one for er... and sy got one hoop but didnt get his own cause he said the libra one was ugly. Ooh and i saw this really nice white leather shoe at robinsons but darn it was 179 bucks. Haiz. Then at heeren i say these really cool nike ones from the new edition with the very bendy sole, $177. My goodness. So ex. Hmm, maybe i can ask my dad to pay for half. Of course it's not as high end as the one alexander mcqueen did for puma or by some other famous designer that was over 400+. Awsomely nice of course. Then we went to have the lunch buffet at sakae sushi but for some reason it only started at 3, and it was only 1.30. I mean since when was a normal lunch at 3? thats almost tea time already la. So we ordered drinks and played bingo for 1 and a half hours then ate for another 1 and a half hours till we were totally stuffed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to paragon for sy to draw cash then to far east plaza cause he wanted to get fake specs. Seriously. He wears contacts. And wants to wear fake glasses. So anyways we all were half-hearted about whether to buy a certain pair of sunglasses, all a bit ourtrageous. And even tho it was only 10 bucks... its still cash. Then sy left for his retreat and me and hoop went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116558666205982880?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116558666205982880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116558666205982880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116558666205982880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116558666205982880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-is.html' title='Today Is'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116498261039046540</id><published>2006-12-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:43:35.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsettos</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Knights of cydonia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/jV1bRfLHA3A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/jV1bRfLHA3A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yay, new Muse video! Its weird but really cool. Soo different from the previous 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116498261039046540?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116498261039046540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116498261039046540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116498261039046540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116498261039046540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/falsettos.html' title='Falsettos'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116497259403984082</id><published>2006-12-01T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:31:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/367357/01122006024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/116425/01122006024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WOOOOOHOOOOO! I got my ticket for the Muse consert! Wow i am so psyched. If there was one band in the world i would want to see live, its Muse. Then Evanescence. Then MCR. Even though i like mcr's look most. It is gonna be soo awesome. I saw their performance at the mtv europe music awards and it was amazing. Its gonna be at fort canning on the 16th of Jan. I'm shivering in anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116497259403984082?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116497259403984082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116497259403984082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116497259403984082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116497259403984082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/12/waking-up.html' title='Waking Up'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116490060447587251</id><published>2006-11-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:30:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide From The Demoness</title><content type='html'>Went to hooper's house for a sleepover yesterday. Got there at like 2+ and the others(sy, qiang and benji) were already there. After playing monopoly and watching 'just my luck' on dvd(plus lots of slacking) we left for dinner at bk at ps. Then we went to the cathay for desert at ben&amp;jerry's(WOO! i love chocolate chip cookie dough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/21407/29112006007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/202236/29112006007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben, qiang and hoop formed an alliance and squashed me and sy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/130336/29112006005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/220148/29112006005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dice from this millenium edition are so cool la... not even cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/568159/29112006010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/862907/29112006010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this pic when the sun came in in the evening. I swear i didnt photoshop the rainbow in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/232498/29112006018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/145256/29112006018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the B&amp;J's was like a rockstar pad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after we waited for hooper to talk to a friend we walked all the way from ps back to novena. Woo. It was nice. Chatting. Dashing across roads. Singing. When we got back we slacked, watched celebrity deathmatch(man that was gory) then went down to the pool. I didnt get fully into the water cause it was freezing but it was pretty nice discussing about really personal stuff that otherwise we would keep under wraps. Went back up at like 4 then popped corn and watched 'the cave' which was ok but the creatures were a bit too strong. Then slept on the couch at 6+ woke up at 9.30, accidentally stepped on hoop's head, slept again till 11. Ate feta and olives for breakfast then it was a slack fest till we went down to swim again at 3+ till almost 6. Showered, packed and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being a penthouse, the place had a lot of balcony space so the views were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/542670/29112006015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/662460/29112006015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/345055/29112006003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/185643/29112006003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116490060447587251?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116490060447587251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116490060447587251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116490060447587251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116490060447587251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/hide-from-demoness.html' title='Hide From The Demoness'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116470961553075240</id><published>2006-11-28T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:48:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the person who doesn't win lucky draws...</title><content type='html'>I went to Nokia at wheelock to go change Javon's defective LCD screen. But it was till out of stock. But there were still other software problems and i had the choice to rectify them immediately or skali do when i get the screen changed. I opted the 1st since i was already there and i was supposed to watch a movie with karim and matt so i could just collect it after that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So while waiting for the kings of unpunctuality i saw a girl walk past. I thought... ooh she's so modelly with thise big shades, her hairsprayed, fine-curled black hair. Then i noticed her cheekbones and jaw. OMG, thats Jade. THE Jade. From ANTM. THat i envied other people for seeing. I so hate myself. I shouldnt have sent my phone in today. I SOO shouldnt have. Anways i took out the nokia form, turned it over, folded it then rushed up to her confident strides. "Hi, i'm such a big fan" and i shook her hand. she was like 'thank you' and i asked "can i have your autograph? and would you happen to have a pen?" So she digged throgh her sling bag and said "sorry, i dont. You wanna go inside and check?" So as we went into the isetan M.A.C, she asked, "so you watched the whole thing?". I said 'yeah' and she was all like 'its not really what it seems you know' or something to that effect. And though i was smirking inside i just said 'yeah i know' Got a pen from the M.A.C counter and she asked  my name and scribbled it all down. At this point i realised she was shorter than i expected... shorter than me. And her chin is incredibly sharp. When she was done I said thank you and she was all 'yeah sure' and more to herself than me, "i think i'm gonna stay here look around" and i left the diva to go wait for those two idiots sumore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/jade%27s%20autograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/jade%27s%20autograph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldnt even keep the original la... cause nokia has to keep the form but the girl was nice enough to make a photocopy for me. And you know what the worst part is? I still cant put the photoshopped images into my phone(cause that was the main reason i sent it in for servicing, cause my N90 was able to). I feel like tying a rope to my ceiling fan and hanging from it. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANTM Jade's Covergirl Commercial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/wT14V73mjr4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wT14V73mjr4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;jade as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Matt and karim came an hour later than the proposed meeting time, with habeebur and some other indian guy with no fashion sense. We went up, got tix then lined up for popcorn. Then matt said "isnt that dora lee?" and at the counter was this pudgy woman with her very young daughter and a maid. When she turned to talk to the girl, it was unmistakable. So when she turned back, i was like "hi maam!" and as she walked past she went "Hi...Hi...Hi." slowly and deliberately, each 'hi' in a lower pitch. She asked wat movie we were watching and when i replied, she said "see you inside..." Ooh gave me the heeby jeebies. Happy feet was a good movie. Nice storyline and the latino penguins were just so hilarious. Ouh and the CGI landscapes were simply breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt so crappy at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116470961553075240?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116470961553075240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116470961553075240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116470961553075240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116470961553075240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-person-who-doesnt-win-lucky-draws.html' title='I am the person who doesn&apos;t win lucky draws...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116445622312078303</id><published>2006-11-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:55:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw On the Black Dress</title><content type='html'>There were a couple of things i forgot to mention in the previous post... it was late and i was drowsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/568234/24112006116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/105742/24112006116.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! pepper's got no arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/873287/24112006123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/113846/24112006123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this band that played while the votes were tallied and they were pretty ok. There was a debate over whether the drummer was a guy or a girl... not that she was ugly but just had a rather pretty-boy kind of face. yes, we saw that it was a girl when she stood up and her torso wasnt covered by drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of votes, i had a very hard time choosing who to vote for. See like pepper ought to win but sy is my best friend. But like if i vote for sy and pepper loses by 1 vote then i would feel really bad. But 5 years of friendship trupms talent so i dropped my vote in the nearly empty box. And i was really happy that pepper won cause like i was relieved the best girl won and i had the chance to support my pal. And i know he would have done the same if he were in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, have you seen how beautiful the skies have been lately? In the morning i mean... it rains in the afternoon every single day now. But the clear blue skies and the puffy white clouds are just so serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/156827/20112006055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/605616/20112006055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/761570/23112006092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/252029/23112006092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamy aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/979768/23112006079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/402284/23112006079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this was unusual cause there were no clouds at all on this one moment. This was not photoshopped in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would just love to lie down in the field and just look up at them for hours but a, its too bright and it would hurt my eyes and b, by the time i'm done i'd be burnt black. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116445622312078303?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116445622312078303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116445622312078303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116445622312078303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116445622312078303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/throw-on-black-dress.html' title='Throw On the Black Dress'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116438888089695205</id><published>2006-11-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:21:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnian Witch</title><content type='html'>The TP talentquest finals were today and it was quite good. Jocelyn couldnt get in sho she sneaked in... very skillfully The 1st guy hit the high notes effortlessly but hit trasition from falsetto to normal was rough. Jared chose a bad song... or maybe he just doesnt sound that good on microphone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/520264/24112006113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/184972/24112006113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy was good, if you covered his face i wouldnt have known it were him. Unfortunately it wasnt enough to make him stand out from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/516471/24112006118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/836974/24112006118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozie. She looks like she's married with 5 children. Her singing was ok but her performance was awesome cause she was confident and really connected with the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/79513/24112006120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/45097/24112006120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy was confident too. He sang an elvis song, but somehow his whole performance(singing and movements) was very broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/705050/24112006122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/501611/24112006122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy sang a hindi song. Wow. Hahah. He had a good voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the winner of TP Talentquest 2006, drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/869679/24112006124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/625869/24112006124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PEPPER SEE! She was amazing. It was very clear from her performance that she was going to win. Second was rozie and third was this duo group that had quite good teamwork, clear voices and practiced choreography. The others werent bad... as it they were pleasant but they just didnt stand out. And i was bored with the fact that 12 of the 20 songs were chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, darkroom is finally over. I'm both happy cause the work was kinda tedious and cost a lot of money and sad cause it was such a great time spent with all my quirky classmates. Thank God i didnt drop it if not i would have missed out on such a great experience. And the holidays are here, WOHOO! Time to relax, and catch up on some sleep, and perhaps make some money as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant believe i forgot to say that i cut my hair again. Real short. I'll just let the pic talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/893273/23112006088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/396839/23112006088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the only reaction i've gotten is "you cut your hair again!?" so i dunno if its nice o not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116438888089695205?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116438888089695205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116438888089695205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116438888089695205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116438888089695205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/narnian-witch.html' title='Narnian Witch'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116430364603234836</id><published>2006-11-24T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:40:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botulinum Toxin</title><content type='html'>Ok here are 7 of the 19 photos for my final submission for darkroom process. Hope you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/435607/24112006095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/345938/24112006095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/776901/24112006096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/340597/24112006096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/954497/24112006100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/500361/24112006100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/230500/24112006098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/106278/24112006098.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/756621/24112006101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/304841/24112006101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/558501/24112006102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/861361/24112006102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/1600/580359/24112006103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/690/720/320/18576/24112006103.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116430364603234836?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116430364603234836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116430364603234836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116430364603234836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116430364603234836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/botulinum-toxin.html' title='Botulinum Toxin'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116421584250451881</id><published>2006-11-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:17:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izlaz</title><content type='html'>Wohoo! C&amp;E is over. I was up untill 4 last night(i'm still sleepy even tho i just had a nap before dinner) finishing up the final project, then met up with benji in sch to put it together and hand it up. Its seems like ours is one of the few that is hand drawn but hey, i'm useless otherwise. So now i have no homework to do. Yay. Tomoro i will be collecting my bound photo book and i'll put up some of the prints here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/22112006077-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/22112006077-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and ben at jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally luqman faced some hostilities from me. See, while ben and i were workin on our project yesterday(sy was there too) luqman came along and asked like why we didnt ask him to be in our group. So i said like he keeps not comin and he didnt bother to ask me if there was anything to do. When he asked if he could just put his name in ours i like dodged it, saying that he would be able to finish it in one night cause the workload wasnt that heavy. So it was, luqman making excuses and me and ben tossing them away. Sy said he was glad to have been able to witness the drama... hahah. But it didnt end there. Later on when eating at jupiter i was showing sy my mini prints(ben had left by then) luqman was like criticizing them so i bitchily asked "What did you get for your basic photo again?"(he failed see) so he replied like 'ouh cause i didnt pass up and blabla. Better than those people who pass up and still fail..." Then i was like "and what about marketing?"(cause his group failed as well even tho they did all the work). He like sorta mumbled something but it was as good as shutting up. Later we were askin bout his bad attendance then he said he easily gets sick cause his resistance is low but me and sy were not believing it then i said "maybe its because you used to smoke" then he was all "i never smoke wat" then i gladly reminded him of how he told me  and wen hao that he had quit and felt a whole lot fitter after that. That also sorta shut him up. Sy was so relieved when he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, after that we were to meet up with jon and jeremy to watch a movie at vivo. It was quite nice... gotta go back there one of these days. But lo and behold, the entire cinema was closed cause of some private event. Damn them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/21112006064%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/21112006064%20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So we had to go all the way to cine and meet jeremy there... not before i had a scoop of cookie dough from ben&amp;jerry's of course(i cant believe they have that, haagen daz and swensens on the same floor) We got the 9.25 show and ate at subway(sy's most hated food place on earth). The movie turned out better than i expected but i still dun like daniel craig as bond. The 1st chase scene was totally amazing. But it was pretty gross when he got hit in the balls over and over. Quite funny tho. And eva green looks just as pretty with and without make-up on. By the time the movie ended, it was like 12 and we cabbed back. Surprisingly it wasnt that ex even with midnight charge... 11 bucks to be divided among the 4 of us. I got nagged at for reaching home at about 1 a.m. cause i had schoolwork to do and an appointment the next morning(the blood test went smoothly this time tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/DSC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did that, say 2 hours earlier, i would have gotten run over by a bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116421584250451881?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116421584250451881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116421584250451881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116421584250451881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116421584250451881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/izlaz.html' title='Izlaz'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116386635818224445</id><published>2006-11-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:12:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheekbones</title><content type='html'>This block is expensive. The paper and film has costed about $100. And now another 60+ bucks is going into the book that i have to put my prints in. See, we have to go bind it at some place at defu lane and that costs 50, the paper i bought was 11. Haiz. At least i'm all done printing. Tomoro i just have to stick it down and monday send it for binding. C&amp;E sucks. The final assignment is 2 parts. One is about the biennale which i didnt take any notes on while i was there. And the second one is like coming up with a proposal thingie for the IR at sentosa. Even tho luqman was in our group in the previous one, he's not in it this time. Benji agrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean he barely comes to class and the percentage of times he actually hands up his work is even less. So no. And i'm kinda irritated with him nowadays. Its like before he was ok but after hanging out with him a lot, i see everything... except the gf he keeps talking about. Besides going over sometimes, he boasts. And like even if his work is so good(tho i've never seen it except for that one time he photoshopped some woman), what's the use if you dont actually do it? And he said like he was offered a job in dubai or something. Back then in the 1st block i actually believed him cause quite a few people are very accomplished already. Well, looks like you can add c&amp;e to your list of failed modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, went out with my sec sch ppl after school last night- sy, sh, ivan and daniel. And wow, ivan is big now... as in taller than me and all muscly. Captain of the waterpolo team which awed me(he's come a long way). Daniel is now taller than sy and its weird seeing him without braces. Went to eat at pastamania with the protests of the latter 3(they wanted subway) cause sometimes sy can be stubborn. Jie rong met up with us after dinner then we went to play pool at paradiz. Everyone was pretty good. And with sh's instruction, sy did awesome too. Went back at like 11+ shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went to taka art friend to buy the paper and glue and i stopped by at the opera gallery. I saw this really, wonderfully amazing painting. I just stared at it for so long. It made me wanna try oil painting cause the effects were so awesome. The rocky parts were very texturised(mixed with clay from what i read) Hyperrealism according to the opera gallery website. I didnt take a photo cause i think its prohibited. I didnt wanna get thrown out or anything. So i found it online but its superly low res. well here it is, La Mauresque Boniface by Boussignac Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/2006bcp027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/2006bcp027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its way more beautiful and impactful in real life. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are some others by Boussignac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/2003bcp013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/2003bcp013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/bou48_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/bou48_g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116386635818224445?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116386635818224445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116386635818224445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116386635818224445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116386635818224445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheekbones.html' title='Cheekbones'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116342605659928166</id><published>2006-11-13T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:09:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Politics</title><content type='html'>There have been light confrontations and some behind-the-back bitching in the darkroom, mostly about enlargers and stuff. Thank god i'm not involved in any cause i borrowed the lens from the store so i can use the enlarger without hindrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, after developing my film today i went town to get clothes for Javod(handphone pouch) and i got this really nice corduroy one... For $14.90. I know thats steep but well, i'm gonna be using it for a really long time. Then i went to nokia care centre cause i noticed that when my screen was completely white, like when i on and off Javod, there is a yellow blotch near the top of the screen and the lady there told me its a defect. So i've to go exchange it at starhub tomoro. So mah fan. And i'll be wasting the money i spent for the screen protector. Darn. Looks like i have to make up for lost darkroom printing time on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is me at the Biennale... quite a cool artpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/07112006%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/07112006%28019%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken with luqman's phone so photo quality not that good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is jayne with her 'hair extentions'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/SP_A0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/SP_A0196.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken with lynne's phone so photo quality is also bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is like the 1st pic i've taken with my new phone... that i kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/13112006004%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/13112006004%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tweaked the hue and levels in photoshop, enlarge to see better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant believe they're increasing the GST. Darn them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116342605659928166?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116342605659928166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116342605659928166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116342605659928166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116342605659928166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/dark-politics.html' title='The Dark Politics'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116331787268983105</id><published>2006-11-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:52:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Late Photo</title><content type='html'>Well, i just wanna report that i got my N73 today and its quite delightful. I think i shall name it Javon...son of Jadis. Hehe. Ouh and i forgot to say that i didnt get into the talentquest finals(as i expected) but i'll still be there to cheer sy and pepper on. Jia you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Darkroom is such an exhausting module but people get so crazy in there that its not as bad anymore. My nickname there is now Ali, cause margaret and stacie got me to help them dry their prints and somehow they called me their maid and somehow, ali is a male maid's name. And a lot of ppl are like hanging towels on themselves... its becoming like a coffee shop or something. The people are just so fun la. And i like spent 8 full hours in there on friday and we started slotting paper strips into jayne's hair and she looked so ridiculous(i'll put up the photo as soon as i can) But, Its just very heartpain to use so much of that expensive paper. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116331787268983105?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116331787268983105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116331787268983105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116331787268983105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116331787268983105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-late-photo.html' title='Day Late Photo'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116299082858090328</id><published>2006-11-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:09:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow</title><content type='html'>I think my life is deteriorating. I've been getting hit after hit and i dont think i can take it anymore. The bads are getting worse and the good's arent even that good anymore... or they just seem to not matter as much. Its like the pieces of my world are falling apart and i have some retard syndrome that prevents me from fitting the pieces back together. Its this stale decomposition that fills my breath with the stench of rotting flesh. I thought i got better and i would stay that way but i guess i'm just not cut out for happiness... only the dark shadows and robust hold of disappointment. I dont wanna go back to that old life i led where every day took so much effort it felt like breathing through a straightjacket around a corset. The only thing i can rely on now is my shell, painted with warm tones of rich in stunning surrealism like that of Dali. Thats what its supposed to be anyways though it probably looks like a drawing of an 8 year old. It keeps me in but the harsh external elements can always puncture a hole through the fragile membrane. I just hope it keeps fooling everyone like it did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I made it out of the last black hole. But i dunno if i'll bother to try getting out of this one. I'll just fall back in anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116299082858090328?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116299082858090328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116299082858090328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116299082858090328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116299082858090328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/shallow.html' title='Shallow'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116290580995853475</id><published>2006-11-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:26:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruel World</title><content type='html'>Today was the saddest day since like sec 2. It would have been a completely enjoyable day except for one thing... i lost my N90. Its like i went to shit and well, the phone couldnt fit in my pocket wen it was bunched up so i put it on the toilet roll dispenser. And after i was done, the cleaning aunty came so i hurried out. Then when i reached the level below, i patted my pocket and realised it wasnt there so i ran back up and the cleaning lady wasnt there but her cart was. So i went in to check and it was gone. That overly made-up woman is my main suspect. She was all like... 'ayia cannot leave there one, sure gone' Hmph. she must have stowed it away during her absence... but i cant prove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i rushed around trying to find someone i knew so i could use their phone to call mine. After about 20 mins, i spotted benji and fratically pleaded. Of course... my phone was turned off. So i called my dad and told him to cut the line. Ugh i hate myself very much. Of course i hate the person who stole it like a million times more. I want him/her to be struck by lightning, run over by a double decker bus and trampled by fat aunties at a 90% off sale. I would have cried, only it wasnt really a feeling of sadness but of emptiness and loss. Not only that,i also ruined any chance of getting the N93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that translated to a very crappy rest of the day. Cause we went for an excursion to tanglin camp to see the biennale and i found it so utterly crippling not to be able to take photos. And like it felt like a chunk of my thigh was cut out cause of the emptiness of my pocket and it felt like my 'disabled' leg would give way at any moment. Looks like i'll be incontactible for quite some time. E-mail me if its anything important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's some other stuff to say but i've no mood for anything else rite now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116290580995853475?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116290580995853475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116290580995853475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116290580995853475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116290580995853475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/cruel-world.html' title='The Cruel World'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116257427916054063</id><published>2006-11-04T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:54:49.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>00:44</title><content type='html'>Benji arrowed me to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random things about myself :&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm psycho about certain animals&lt;br /&gt;2. My fingers are not ring-friendly&lt;br /&gt;3. Cellphones are my obsession&lt;br /&gt;4. I no longer need to use oil blotters&lt;br /&gt;5. I had stitches on my chin&lt;br /&gt;6. It feels like there's sand in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;7. I photograph better on my right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me :&lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Heights&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing my handphone&lt;br /&gt;4. Violent people&lt;br /&gt;5. Ghosts &amp; Getting possesed&lt;br /&gt;6. Cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;7. People who jump out and go BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random songs at the moment :&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling again&lt;br /&gt;2. Day Late Friend&lt;br /&gt;3. Breathe Into Me&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;6. Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;7. Sweet Sacrifice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116257427916054063?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116257427916054063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116257427916054063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116257427916054063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116257427916054063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/0044.html' title='00:44'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116256871024574586</id><published>2006-11-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:45:10.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipped Nails</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation of the previous post. I wanted to break it up so that they're more readable, bite sized pieced. Its still thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after bathing and gulping down instant udon, i left for c&amp;e. The lecturer, tho she has studied in and visited many western countries, speaks like an auntie. As in those type you see at the market with frizzy hair, satiny tiger striped tights and a tacky blouse, arguing with the fishmonger even if it is for a 20 cent reduction. No she does not look like that, but a lot of the time she sounds like it. She's nice tho... so far anyway. After watching a rather delightful vid abour facial expressions, my group went to do our project in the canteen. Our group meaning me, benji and, even tho i was apprehensive about it, luqman. I left them at about 6.50 to go meet pepper and sy to go for the tp talentquest auditions... which i didnt tell maja or my dad about cause they would freak out if i did. The queue had way more people than i expected... about 80. After registering, we went to the waiting room for over an hour then to a smaller waiting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pepper was 1st and she did a really good job with lady marmalade although she was fretting about it a lot later. Sy was even better and didnt sound like him. Waiting backstage, it felt like there werent only butterflies, but cobras in my stomach...hahah. Then it was my turn and i walked out to the middle of the stage. The judges asked my name and song title although my view of them was pretty hazy cause the spotlight shone right into my eyes. As i sang, my hands felt like cold ants were running all over them. I kinda overdid some parts. I missed a cue. I dont think i'm gonna make it to the finals. Wasted 10 bucks(the registration fee... we do get a t-shirt, but its very blah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then wen we came out, clare, vivien, sean paul, luqman and a girl whose name i forgot came out. I cant believe they waited so long for us. Aparently, they sneaked into the theatre and heard a lot of the contestants. A lot of them sang chinese. And tho they said i did well, i dont believe them... cause friends are supposed to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today i got my film developed and did 2 contact prints. They turned out a lot less nice than i expected. So i'm gonna have to shoot like 3 more rolls on sunday. I would have done it tomoro... only i dont think my cramped thigh can handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116256871024574586?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116256871024574586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116256871024574586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116256871024574586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116256871024574586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/chipped-nails.html' title='Chipped Nails'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116256565216835196</id><published>2006-11-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:05:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Dew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fungi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On wednesday i was supposed to go take photos at mosquito land for darkroom process. I woke up at like 5.30 so that by the time i reach there, it would be sunrise. But lo and behold, my stupid camera couldnt function... and i couldnt shoot. So after getting it fixed up at the shop that day(the lady at the shop said sometimes the battery compartment oxidises a bit so must scratch it once in a while) i got up the next morning, also at 5.30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i got there, my 1st roll screwed up i dunno why, so i threw it out and put in a new one. At first there was no direct sunlight so i went round the drain to get some pics and when the sun finally came up, i was running here and there like a lunatic to try to get photos of nicely lit places before the time passed and the dramatic lighting faded. My socks were completely soggy by then(the grass was really wet, and tall at some places) and my pants damp. I tried catchin spiders for a while since i havent done that in a long time... managed to get to big wolf spiders and one giant crab spider. Its not actually giagantic... its just its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Took a few more 'morning light' pictures then proceeded to go deep into the forested area. When i was in there i heard this thumping noise that sounded like it came from this brick structure a few metres ahead and i ran out scared. But as i passed it on the outside, i realised it was the sound of construction work in the distance. Went back in and did what i could with my ancient camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The flies, midges and mosquitoes were  swarming around me like bees to honey. The moment i stopped to focus and take a shot, they would settle on me and rob me of my blood. I was getting really  itchy and annoyed. The worst part was when my film ran out and i had to change it... they were simply merciless. So i had to walk back and forth in a smace of 1 metre like a retard. In the end i gave up and exited before i could finish my 4th roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the way out, something kinda startled me... only for a split second tho. A black spitting cobra at least 1 metre long... sunbathing i think. As it slithered away(luckily it didnt try to attack me), i fumbled to free my phone from my pocket and snap a photo before it disappeared into the bushes. This was wat i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image528b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image528b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, i went to go fetch sy and dilys at the bus stop cause the latter needed to take photos of the grafitti in the tunnel. And guess wat, we saw another black spitting cobra... this time a baby. And it was obviously offended cause it had its hood flared. And contrary to sane bahaviour, i got down in front of it to take a good picture. At the height of my confidence i reached like within 15 inches of the serpent. I also took a video of it while agitating it with my bag. If it had spat in my eyes, i would have experienced temporary blindness and if it bit me, my nervous system would slowly shut down and i would probably be dead in 3-4 hours. To tell you the truth, i wasnt that frightened or nervous. Seriously, singing on stage is way scarier(tell you bout that in the next post) I was so hyped! Ok, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see its little tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the time i left, i was completely shagged, my feet were gray deformed prunes, i was itching all over and i had several small cuts and bruises on my arms and one on each ankle. Ouh and the back of my knee and now my right thigh are aching cause of all the big strides i had to take in the forrested area. Sitting down and standing up is a rather uncomfortable affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116256565216835196?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116256565216835196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116256565216835196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116256565216835196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116256565216835196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/11/crimson-dew.html' title='Crimson Dew'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116230286295571358</id><published>2006-10-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:21:10.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunned Felines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image498.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BOO! Happy Halloween! Hahah. Well, i didnt do anything special, just put on all black clothes and grew... i mean wore my vampire fangs to school. I was surprised maja didnt find out. See, i put them on just before i left the house and tried to talk as little as possible... not really cause it would be seen, but my speech would be impaired. Then at 1st while i was packing, she asked me 'what you got in your mouth?' i thought i was caught for sure and i know she wouldnt have let me leave the house with those things on. So i was like looking away saying 'my mouth got wat?' in like an irritated tone. Then as i was putting on my shoes she asked 'why you cannot face me like that?' and i just tried to close my mouth as far as possible, turned round, looked at her, took my bangles from her then said bye as i walked away. Wah lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image500%20copy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image500%20copy%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There werent as much people dressed up as i thought... Only one group of dunno wat course all wore fake blood and there was this one girl ala gothic cat. And speaking of cat, there was this black cat in my way while i was walkin out to the bus stop. Then when i stopped to take its photo, it turned to me with its slit yellow eyes and gave a low meow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image5021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, the new block has started and the timetable like sucks. 9-12 then 12-3. 3 frinkin hours of nothin to do. Its gonna be useful next week tho... cause at least i'll have sumore time to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I dont particularly favour either of the modules. there's darkroom process, something like basic photo which i didnt like, except with more emphasis on the actual printing. I have to go out at 6.15 tomoro morning to go shoot at mosquito land cause we are free to choose what we wanna shoot... which is at least better than terrence's assignment. I am so gonna spend so much money on printing paper... haiz. And culture and expression is such a bore. I was like falling asleep in class today when they were showing this gladiator show which was not only pointless, but also very tacky cause it was narrated in cantonese. And Benjamin is kinda poor thing cause he's the only imd student in our whole class of vsc ppl, so like i'm the only person he knows( from pri sch you know). Haiz... i've got so many things to do by friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116230286295571358?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116230286295571358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116230286295571358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116230286295571358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116230286295571358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/gunned-felines.html' title='Gunned Felines'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116197125747787904</id><published>2006-10-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:52:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, we're meant for the flies.</title><content type='html'>Damn, my computer internet connection something wrong now i have to retype my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well i went to hmv before school on wednesday to go get The Black Parade cause it was the 25th and the website said it would be out on the 23rd. But they didnt have it. So i asked the guy at the counter when the thing would be comin in and the himbo said he didnt know... even tho later that night there was the ad on tv sayin it was out in stores everywhere. He should be fired, or better... shot. So i went today again after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The album is really good. I cant help but to headbang or tap along to it. Its less punky than the previous one and there are more slow songs. The illustrations and photo on the lyrics sheet are also very nice. Ouh and there's this song whose title isnt on the cover or lyrics and its like almost 3 mins but the first 1 and a half minutes is just silence. Weird. Its cute tho... like a revamped kids song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah, figure drawing is finally over. But i'll miss having both sy and luqman in my class. As usual i left my final assignment for last minute. I started at 11pm and finished at 6am, with some breaks in between...but it was still 6 solid hours of work. I'm happy with the end result, tho there were really awesome ones in class. Sy's detail and accuracy was amazing, darren's looked like a complete scene and looked like a lot of work got put in, one was in colour and looked kinda pop art, one was in... i'm not sure wat media( i think maybe watercolor) whose technique was damn super and luqman's.... well, looked porny. Even he admitted it himself. I wonder wat richard is gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, on the way from heeren to far east, i saw this guy who i think was malay but i couldnt tell for sure cause i never saw his face properly. Y? He had this big-ass afro-ish hair; an almost spherical mass of curly fluff almost as wide as his shoulders. It was so outrageous... and not to mention tacky. I was walking behind him i noticed that some people actually pointed or laughed or both. I guess singaporeans do have a sense of humor. How does the foxy cleopatra wannabe even sleep? Oh well, some people love attention.(before you turn that back on me, please. my way is far more subtle) On a totally different note, i saw anwar too. Hasnt changed much... a bit less botak ony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ITS NOT FAIR! Faith and gar meng saw jade, dunno wher. I wanna SEE! I'd like go right up to her and like ask for a photo with her and an autograph or something. Argh! i must go orchard more often now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116197125747787904?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116197125747787904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116197125747787904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116197125747787904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116197125747787904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/mama-were-meant-for-flies.html' title='Mama, we&apos;re meant for the flies.'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116160928813691698</id><published>2006-10-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:16:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Anti-Hunger</title><content type='html'>I cant believe i forgot to mention that went out with sy and sh after school on thursday. We eased sh into losing his subway virginity and got movie tix. Then we went to far east coz sy wanted to get those elastic hairband thingies and he looked ridiculous in it. Then after the other 2 bought tops from springfield, we went to the theatre. The Prestige is like one of the coolest movies this year. It had a mildly confusing but interesting storyline. Its so twisted the way they keep backstabbing each other. Awsome. Well worth my 8 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hurrah today is the last day of fasting. Finally i can snack till the cows come home. But its a bad thing coz i'll be spending money that could go into my N93 fund. Ouh so today was my turn to model again and unlike the others who let their poses be directed by richard, i chose my own way but paid dearly for it. My arms were so tied and my left arm and shoulder vibrated a lot. Tim was like "you ok o not" but please, i can endure for certain causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image441.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Fierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ouh... here's the composition for my assignment. The title is 'i dont think its working'. Its supposed to be like a girl sitting on a coin-operated horse looking at a boy trying to put a coin into a fat woman's butt crack. Crap, i cant upload it, i think its too big a file. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116160928813691698?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116160928813691698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116160928813691698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116160928813691698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116160928813691698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebrating-anti-hunger.html' title='Celebrating Anti-Hunger'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116152128854965874</id><published>2006-10-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:48:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendomolina!</title><content type='html'>Well, i dyed my own hair yesterday, and cooped up in the the bathroom, it was like torture. The fumes of the bleach were stinging and suffocating and like i had to take gasps of air at the tiny windows every minute. Well i couldnt open the door cause i was half naked and my bathroom doorway directly faced the next block. So yeah i had to wallow in the pollution. It turned out all right... nothing special. I wanted and expected it to be lighter and greyer but its just a normal pleasant brown. But i think i seriously compromised the quality of my hair coz of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I managed to take all the photos i needed for the assignment today, but i dont have the proper paper so i cant start tonight. Ah well, i'll just catch up on some much-needed sleep. But looks like i'll have to do an all-nighter on thursday night...more like wee hours of friday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116152128854965874?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116152128854965874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116152128854965874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116152128854965874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116152128854965874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/bendomolina.html' title='Bendomolina!'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116134944119636233</id><published>2006-10-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:04:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunting Past</title><content type='html'>Well, after this only one more week of figure drawing, then the start of next block. Like finally. I dunno if i'll be able to finish my final assignment in time. See he gave us 5 titles, all of them very suggestive to sexual references. We have to come up with a composition of 3 ppl to represent the title. I chose 'i dont think its working' and i havent taken my pictures yet. Hopefully my models(my nephew and niece) will be at home tomoro so i can start this weekend. But i still cant find a mechanical horse. You know those kinds you put 20 cents in for it to sway for like 2 mins. Somehow they've become extinct, or replaced by those big new car ones that cost 5 times more a ride. I'll have to scour neighbourhood centrals to find one. Hiaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess wat? I had to make the toughest decision ever this year... to cut my hair. Yes! Chopped it all off. Well no, i'm not bald. But there was a fair bit of deforestation. I feel kinda naked. Hahah. Ok, this is before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image399.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image392%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image392%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image429.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image436.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Startling ain't it? Get used to it. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116134944119636233?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116134944119636233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116134944119636233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116134944119636233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116134944119636233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/haunting-past.html' title='The Haunting Past'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116075875117398884</id><published>2006-10-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:59:11.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Chemical Romance-Welcome To The Black Parade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/KYpBXdZzT5s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/KYpBXdZzT5s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ouh yeah! They're back. The concept is nice but the vid could be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116075875117398884?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116075875117398884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116075875117398884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116075875117398884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116075875117398884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-chemical-romance-welcome-to-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116075151656829093</id><published>2006-10-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:58:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraskevidekatriaphobia</title><content type='html'>Here's the pic i promised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/DSC02066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/DSC02066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad angle i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haiz... this block seems to be dragging by so slowly. It feels like the third week but its only second. Maybe its because school starts at 3 and ends at 6. Or maybe its because i'm hungry the whole time. And classtime is really tiring. Not only are we standing 95% of 3 hours, we have to draw 3 figures which, besides being very rushed, tires my right arm due to drawing on a nearly horizontal surface.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Went to break fast at tm pastamania after sch with luqman and sy and the latter also had to get a gift for sh. Tried to find the mens folio at times and popular but to no avail. I need hairtyle inspiration and men mode is too ex(well not really but i'm really thrifty with money these days). Looks like i have to go down to borders one of these days to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ride home was pissy. Old men suck. 1st, this fat apek sat just sat down beside me and i barely had time to move my bad before his old ass hit the chair. He's either blind or completely stupid. He smelled, to try and classify, like a big fat rotten prawn cracker. Smells bug me a lot... just so you know. And then, the fat hag started digging his polluted nose like it was the most dignified thing in the world. Then after he got up and went to the seat behind me, naturally i leaned forward. I though it was over until this other old guy sat down and while casually talking to his wife in a language never in my life i have heard, he crossed his legs and the bottom of his shoe was scraping my pant leg. I tried to push back but the nerveless bitch didnt even notice. I of course made sure to push his leg when i got up and got off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116075151656829093?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116075151656829093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116075151656829093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116075151656829093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116075151656829093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/paraskevidekatriaphobia.html' title='Paraskevidekatriaphobia'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116058437946156155</id><published>2006-10-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:34:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fragile Future</title><content type='html'>Ok, see i've started this thing and now me, sy and luqman are like making fun of someone... whithout his knowledge of course. If it was sy i would torture him mercilessly tho. Back-fat betty(if you've seen white chicks, you'll know this phrase)/jellybean(cause thats his shape from the side). I not gonna say who( i truly apologise if i've hurt your feelings) but this is a quite accurate model of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the legs were supposed to be longer but not enough kneadable eraser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We've started drawing models in figure drawing. Not actual models of course. So today it was tim, darren and my turn but i only found out today that there's supposed to be the director's talk at 4. So there were rumors that lesson was cancelled and i was pissed cause like i already wore the specific clothes. While hanging aroung business school with some others, jocelyn smsed me to say got class, so i rushed back and tim was on the block already. He asked me if i wanted to go 1st...like duh. Cause we were doing only one today before the talk. And richard said that today wasnt even counted... and we have to come back on friday too. Tuls. Posing was kinda agonizing on my knees and heel. I'll put up the picture the next post cause sy hasnt sent it to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, as usual moses was bulshitting a lot. Tryin to be funny but half the time not. He keeps going on in this surprised voice like re-enacting some unbelievable sexcapade. I dont like him. Like he's trying to act friendly but actually he's like pissy. Luckily this time his talk had at least some substance. Not to my liking tho... about like technology and moving forward and watnot. My area is good ol' pencil and paper drawing. Haiz. If only i lived in an older age. But then again, in that time, there wouldnt be such things as the N93.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116058437946156155?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116058437946156155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116058437946156155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116058437946156155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116058437946156155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/fragile-future.html' title='The Fragile Future'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116022799278044589</id><published>2006-10-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:38:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clear Obscurity</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday, as i was going into the toilet, i slipped on the entryway and fell dramatically, head hitting the door, elbow grazing the floor and my foot... i dunno what i hit but it was painful as hell. So i looked down and my toe wasnt really like bleeding a lot, but oh my did it hurt. I couldt do anything for like a good 15 mins. And by later that night, it looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image335-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image335-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went for the nokia starlight cinema with luqman yesterday. We met up, got food at bk even though i wanted subway but the queue at the latter was way too long. We walked to the padang and settled ourselves down at about 6.50 but by the time the movie started, it was like 8.15. The place was pretty crowded, a lot of couples. Not my fault Savage didnt want to come. Fast and the furious tokyo drift. I wouldnt say it was a bad movie. Neither was it very good. It was watchable, very little storyline but the action was good, however by the last race, i was bored with all the drifting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image326.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big-ass projector&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image328.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inflatable screen. And thats the haze in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate the bloody indonesians. They are like dufus stupid. Its not like this is the first time this has happened. It looked like bangkok in the day in town yesterday. And after the show, it was like i was in the mirrormask world. Everything had hazy edges and lights were outlined into visible beams. It wal like the end of the world or something, like it wasnt really night, but there was so much soot from supposed volcano eruptions that blocked out the sun. When i was nearing home and the streets were quite empty, i was like half anticipating the silent hill siren to go off. Seriously. As i'm blogging now, the psi is 150. Those stupid indonesian farmers are killing us. And the authorities suck at enforcing the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm happy that the evanescence album is growin on me succesfully. Although i still dun like like 2 or 3 songs... and never will i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116022799278044589?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116022799278044589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116022799278044589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116022799278044589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116022799278044589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/clear-obscurity.html' title='The Clear Obscurity'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-116003106234262196</id><published>2006-10-05T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:51:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pretentious Predecessors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/2MFgIVYDGB8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2MFgIVYDGB8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, this is the vid of sy's birthday shock. Haiz... the quality is quite bad, i really hope i somehow manage to get the N93&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-116003106234262196?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/116003106234262196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=116003106234262196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116003106234262196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/116003106234262196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/pretentious-predecessors-well-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115989135401446238</id><published>2006-10-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:02:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmented Picture Frames</title><content type='html'>New semester is here. Figure drawing is ok i guess. Its pretty light so far. Kinda diff from the other modules cause like there are no tables or chairs... just easels, so its kinda tiring. And its kinda awkward to draw upright. Well i'm in between sy and luqman... kind of a bad idea cause the suanning is magnified. But i guess i would be bored otherwise. Jocelyn cut her hair and looks a lot different. Tim's hair is whorrible. Well, its not exactly hair. Its shaven with a tail behind. I dont know him enough to make fun of it. Shannon was wearing these like superly short shorts on monday and i'm sure if there were like a dress code in sch, she would be violating it. But she's still nice and sugar sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today i went to meet up with luqman befor sch to get the new Evanescence cd. But i arrived at like 12.30 when when we were supposed to meet at 1, so i shopped around a while. There were so many nice clothes around, topman and zara, especially jackets. But then i'm saving up for my N93 so i can only look. There was this really nice one that resembled those hotel bellboy kinds... $239.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm disappointed with the album. Its kinda dreary. Like you would play it at some goth or halloween party where it just oozes in the background. The 1st song was misleading cause its pretty nice. I hope the MCR one that comes out later this month is better. For now, i hope by listening to it more, the songs will grow on me. If not, i wasted 19 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well after that we went to art friend and wanted to get the newsprint paper. Thing is, they only had a bundle of 500 pcs which, besides being heavy, was incredibly awkward to carry. We had to take turns lugging that A1 sized thing(it wasnt rolled, so it kept like curling and flopping). Whorrible manual labour. Walked all the way   from taka, took the mrt to tampines then cabbed to sch. Sometimes it was in front of me, obstructing my view, other times,it was on my head, killing brain cells. We arrived just a little late to class. My back aching. Looks like its gonna hurt more tomoro morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115989135401446238?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115989135401446238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115989135401446238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115989135401446238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115989135401446238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/10/fragmented-picture-frames.html' title='Fragmented Picture Frames'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115945854369662000</id><published>2006-09-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:49:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burlesque Queen</title><content type='html'>There was some stuff i forgot to mention pertaining characters of the people during the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, as you know, sy and clare were the hyper, enthu, spontaneous(might i add childish) ones. But of course the whole thing would have been ultra drab without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Faith was one of the guys. The was like the link between the 2 species. Yes females are the more evolved and comlpex species than males. Like you know she was the only girl who played frisbee with us and stayed up with us to watch movies while the other 2 slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pepper is super mortified of anything that crawls...leading to the Gecko Crusade. See, there was a lizard in the kitchen and she was so paranoid about it eating our food and when we won the argument that they dont, she went on to them shitting in our food. In the end she managed to gather her army- sy and clare(i am now supporting animal rights so i didnt join in) to war against the cold blooded threat. She armed herself with insecticide(which i knew would not work) while her allies beheld mugs of hot water(clare's idea). Together they ambushed it behind the kitchen door and fired, but it escaped, fleeing to the dining area. Pepper cornered it and unleashed an unfaltering stream of insecticide for like 20 seconds and when it ran from her wrath, the other 2 splashed it with acid... i mean hot water but the scaled fiend plowed on to the hall. Clare pursued it while sy went to get more ammo, however impatience took him and he smote it over and over with the edge of his mug. All that was left to do was clear away the smashed carcass without a decent funeral. Sir Steve erwin would not have been pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115945854369662000?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115945854369662000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115945854369662000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115945854369662000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115945854369662000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/burlesque-queen.html' title='Burlesque Queen'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115937280912282382</id><published>2006-09-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:00:09.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Firesign</title><content type='html'>Well, got back from the chalet today. I'm tired, sleepy and aching in 5 different parts. But it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We(me, sy, clarence, dilys and faith) met up at tampines mall to buy groceries at noon yesterday before taking a taxi to the chalet. Since there were five of us, we had to split, girls in one, guys in one(cause the 2 taxi drivers so strict one). Wen we arrived, the 3 girls(cause pepper; the booker, was there earlier) were actually mopping the floor. Who knew girls this age were so housewifey. So we made a crappy effort to do the same in our room. Then like we watched tv and sy discovered the microphones and he and clare were so noisy on those things the whole day. No doubt i did some singing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the others had lunch, we went down to the beach. Us guys played frisbee(which sy is pretty bad at) very intensively,(which i think is the reason for my now prevailing butt and thigh aches) while the girls picked seashells... although faith played with us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot%2801%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clare hit sy on the butt and the latter wanted revenge so badly and they were fighting immaturely with the frisbees for quite a long time. (Pardon the bad pic qualities in this post cause i dont have actual photos and these are screenshots from the videos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wen we came back, the others played this silly game that involved scattering a deck of cards and seeing who can find the ace 1st, then more decks were introduced and the number of cards to find increased till the objective was nearly nonexistant. Then we played heart attack till dinnertime where i satiated my hunger with bland cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After shawn paul came, we turned on the karaoke vcd which was, in one word, tacky. Songs like survivor and 'it wasnt me' was played with slowly panning scenes of sheep-ridden farms lacklusture suburban buildings and bad actors. Sy and clare stole the show no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot_2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that was the movie marathon. We started with Honey, and had an impromptu dance session just to get loose. From wat i saw, clare is quite a good dancer. Then it was the omen which was unbelievably draggy cause it lacked that cinema experience that it needed. We had a nice talk after that tho; about god, the end of days and hindering self destruction. Dilys and pepper went to sleep before we started resident evil apocalypse which was quite brainless. Sp said milla is lesbian. I'm refusing to believe that. Ate tuna with bread then got ready for bed... it was 5 a.m. Wen sy went upstairs to do something, clare told me that they were planning to do something to him as a birthday prank or something. I had no idea wat tho. I was the decoy, to get him to fall asleep quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then at 6a.m, he calls me to see if sy was fast asleep. Like a log he was. So i went outside where the preparations were being made. They wanted to pop those loud, confetti shooting thingies and spray shaving cream on his head. But they were afraid that the shh sound of the can would wake him, so clare dolloped a huge amount on his hands and we invaded the sleeping monsters lair. As the thingies popped, clare slapped the cream so hard on his head, splattering everywhere. And it was only when the psycho jumped on the bed did the birthday boy wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats how much cream he used. The room had an overwhelming lime smell afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot%2802%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot%2802%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare jumpin like a retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot%2803%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot%2803%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP rubbin it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Snapshot%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Snapshot%2804%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle fire was quite immortal. It came back twice after being blown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after that he went to bathe, then he and sp went to the room to sleep while i slept restlessly on the uncomfortable couch which i think contributed to my neck ache. We were properly up by 11.30, joel came soon after and after lunch we went bowling. I got the 1st strike in the 1st game but did crappily overall. Clare and joel really proved themselves in the 2nd round, in which i redeemed myself as well. Whee! i like bowling. After their lunch we were supposed to swim but ended up in a very stressful game of jenga instead. Left at 5.10 cause the shuttle bus to tanah merah left at 5.15 but the bloody thing just left at 5.14. So i missed it and had to take a cab and the wat would have been free destination cost me 7 bucks. Ergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115937280912282382?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115937280912282382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115937280912282382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115937280912282382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115937280912282382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/total-firesign.html' title='Total Firesign'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115916031102622651</id><published>2006-09-25T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:58:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimmsdale Dimmadome</title><content type='html'>A quiz thingie from sabree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav color: Maroon, black and blue i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav food: Pasta, hummus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav movie: Queen of the Damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Sport: I dont really have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite day of the week: Monday(cause there are a lot of nice Tv shows to watch... and movies are cheaper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav ice-cream: Turkish ice-cream, cookie dough from B&amp;J and cookies and cream everywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav tv shows: there isnt enough space here for all of them. Desperate housewives, everybody loves raymond, Grey's anatomy, ANTM, C.S.I, Boston Legal and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Parched and hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: milk run t-shirt, track pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop: same as the one in the previous quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current toenail color: grayish pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current time: 12.13pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance: hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current thoughts: how nice it would be to be eating rite now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: farihin and khadijah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crush: I cant say, but sy- you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First movie: from wat i remember, Land Before Time or Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lie: i cant remember, after the hundreds i've told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First music: cant remember, some nursery rhyme i'm guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: i never had and never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last drink: tap water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: 2 nights ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: is still happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: This morning, before the time i was supposed to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: Black Holes and Revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends?: after the age of 7, i've only had male best friends, so NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: i think i tresspassed... to catch insects at that place across the road from my pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested?: Thankfully no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped?: in a hotel bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved and lost somebody?: yes. joey and jesse. I think they're dead by now, i doubt they know how to find food on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single, taken or crushing?: somewher between single and crushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life now?: It could be way better if i had food in my stomach and an N93 in one hand and a hot date on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?: I need a really long time to know if someone is the right person, but after that, i think love should come relatively quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken: I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that there are some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?:&lt;br /&gt;Wait, is the question even phrased correctly?  Cheating love? I know that cheating on a loved one is totally unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take someone back if he/she cheats on you?: Depends. Maybe 0.1% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked about marriage with another before?: not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children?: I doubt so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many?: zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider adoption?: I'd adopt a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone likes you right now, wat do you think is the best way to let you know his or her feelings?: Love letter? i know face to face may be too daunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?: i dunno, i've never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at 1st sight?: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you romantic?: I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe you can change someone?: I have no right to change anyone. Unless he's a family member or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?: Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give in easily when you are fighting?: I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have feelings for someone right now?: i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you could have someone but you messed up?: i've never gone that far before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken a heart?: I really doubt so. But if i have unknowingly, my sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, your best friend falls in love with the person you are deeply in love with, what will you do?: Depends. If i'm already in a relationship with the person i'm in love with, then i'd probably not speak to him untill he gets over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone now?: Jesse. and my cousin who migrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to name 5 ppl to do this but heck. If you want to, do it then tag me to tell me so i can read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115916031102622651?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115916031102622651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115916031102622651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115916031102622651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115916031102622651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/dimmsdale-dimmadome.html' title='Dimmsdale Dimmadome'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115915545471330739</id><published>2006-09-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:37:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumed By Hunger</title><content type='html'>Well, the fasting month is here again, which means getting up way too early(4.45) to eat, then 13 hours of starvation. I was being such a sloth for the whole of yesterday, lying down, watching programme after programme on nick and disney. I didnt feel weak, but i think i was just taking advantage of the situation to show the full extent of my laziness. I was pretty hungry tho. Not all of the time, but enough to make me really bored. Cause like eating is one of my passtimes. Ergh, i'm scared i will lose another 2 kg(i dropped a kilo already after the holz started) like last year. Then it'll take me another 3 months to gain that back. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115915545471330739?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115915545471330739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115915545471330739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115915545471330739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115915545471330739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/consumed-by-hunger.html' title='Consumed By Hunger'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115891946506680498</id><published>2006-09-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:04:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origami by Jacky Chan</title><content type='html'>I had this weird dream the other night. See, it was the medieval age and there was a funeral in my home village. I was distraught(although i cant remember who it was who died), so when this guy(i dont really remember wat he looked like) offered to take me to some big city, i agreed. When we got there, he booked a room in the castle(some rooms were allocated like motel rooms) which only had one bed. Unfortunately, i slept on the hard cold stone floor... for like a few nights. The guy had stuff to do and errands to run so i barely saw him. And when we did meet, he yould give me like a single pea or bean to eat cause in my depression, i had no appetite for any meals. Then once, we met at a stairwell, and after the usual green pea, he took off his shoe, took out money from it and gave it to me. 11 bucks. In sg money. 1 5 buck note around 3 $2 notes. He said it was from someone. So i took it and went outside to the bazaar. Incidentally i met my cousin(the one who migrated) wearing like a blue and beige flowery peasants' dress. She told me that she was the one who gave the money and it was for me to go buy a mattress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After we said goodbye,i spotted 2 of my aunts and they asked me about face paint... and i said like after a while it cracks and gets itchy. So they turned around and kept looking at the stall which had like face-paint tattoes and glitter stuff etc. I looked everywhere for a mattress bargain but couldnt, and somehow ended up at this tree growing right out of knee high water at the edge of the sea. The trunk was beige and the submerged part was white. So from the submerged wood, i carved myself a staff that could double as a weapon. I dont know why. Then i woke up. weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, after the friday prayers today, i went to see the the many pet around that area. Played with this gray parrot that loved biting my fingers... not painful tho, and this african grey parrot who was so utterly docile. Then in another shop, there was this cage of lovebirds(diff kind from jesse. And btw, i miss him so much) among the many. But this one was special. At the bottom was a dead bird with another bird feeding off his bloody, head. Smashed by the look of it. It was like so grotesque. Cannibalism! And like none of the others payed any attention. Just that psycho bird with its pal's blood on its beak thats supposed to be a herbivore. Eee.&lt;shudders&gt; So i was like..."auntie, got dead bird." She was disgusted no doubt, but it didnt shock her as much as i predicted. With her bare hands she grabbed the tail but the feathers just detached. So she grabbed more of it and flung it into the bin. All i could do was give her a dora lee smile as i walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115891946506680498?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115891946506680498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115891946506680498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115891946506680498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115891946506680498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/origami-by-jacky-chan.html' title='Origami by Jacky Chan'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115884934065786086</id><published>2006-09-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:39:39.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Poison</title><content type='html'>Went to watch john tucker must die today. Not too shabby. Quite mean girls-ish but nothing trumps the real deal. It was ok lah. Bimbo-proof plot, funny and fair amount of good looking people. Like sean said... ashanti could do without some of her pounds. The lead was pleasant looking and reminds me of someone i cant quite put my finger on. John tucker's brother is just as hot as him, and in real life, he'd be one of the popular ones too. I definitely prefer the dark haired girl(the slutty environmentalist) to the blonde one whose face is a little chubby and plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also registered for the crocs(the ugliest popular brand shoes to ever set foot on mother earth) design competition. I thought it would be like revamping the whole structure and design of the damned shoe, but you're just supposed to add on stuff. And i thought of like adding moulding clay structures to it(cause they say go crazy) but they say its gotta be wearable. So i'll have to think of a theme for it and stuff. Hope i make it. The money can go towards getting my N93. Yay! But i doubt it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image272.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image272.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was some arabian exhibition or something with like a very colorful performance. But we couldnt see it up close... vip's only. Some of the women performing were quite hot. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115884934065786086?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115884934065786086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115884934065786086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115884934065786086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115884934065786086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/choose-your-poison.html' title='Choose Your Poison'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115865785386886647</id><published>2006-09-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:26:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agaeti Blodhren</title><content type='html'>Ok, well yesterday i went back to the skin centre and the doc gave me another 2 months of the pills. Wat he didnt tell me was that i should have fasted for the blood test i was supposed to take that day but since i didnt, i had to do it this morning... 8.10 am. Got up at 7. Way too early for a non school day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Got there at 8.05. My stomach growled with hunger while in the waiting area. Then i was my turn, went in and my dad was going to as well but the male nurse told him he neednt, it was only a blood test. So i thought. I mean the last time i took it, it was a breeze. I was supposed to take a vid of it this time but after my arm was in that band thing, i realised it might be too extra... and i couldnt open the phone to video mode with only one hand. So i thought i would settle for a photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So as i looked at my arm... the absurdly thick needle went in. It isnt like a normal pain you would get from poking a needle into yourself... it was like a numbing pain that ached the inner joint muscles and tendons. Dont get me wrong... it would have been a breeze but that idiot nurse punctured the wrong place and the blood wasnt coming out as it should. Like there was some blood in the airy cavity in the canister part of the injection. Of course... unlike a normal syringe you cant just squirt the air out cause it would surely kill me. So the moron just kept trying to pull in more blood but the syringe was resisting. And the needle was like being pushed in deeper then shallower. I cant say the pain was killing me but it was really starting to bug me. I started becoming woozey and a little breathless(probably combination of the lack of sleep and food and ample amount of pain). Pissed, i told him "It didnt take this long last time" but he said something like something wong with the vein or watever(cause some ppl have that problem). Lamebrain. He bloody poked the wrong vein cause it wasnt the one that the nurse before did. And she had no such trouble. I felt like kicking him in the nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After nearly 2 mins of agony, he gave up. Thank god. I felt that i would have totally passed out if he continued. Then he went to the other arm and pierced the vein he was supposed to in the first place and he had a full syringe of blood in 10 seconds. See, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; his fault.  So i got up, went outside and sat down, the light-headedness ebbing slowly away. See, blood wasnt the only thing that the skin centre sapped us of. In the two days, my dad paid over 200 bucks. The consultation alone the previous day was like 43 bucks. Wat did he do? Charge by the minute? We were only in there at most 8 mins. 80 freaking bucks just for some asswipe of a nurse to do a whorrible job of sapping blood from my arm. Only the medication was near to reasonable cause the two other ppl whom i know have taken it had it at about the same price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anyway while waiting for the lift, i started feeling faint again. My face felt like icy water was flowing just underneath my skin. My vision was getting hazy. By the time we reached the first level, i saw my world made up of fuzzy brightly lit tiles and digital noise. I found it rather amusing. As we went out to the carpark i realised i could have been easily hit by a car if i werent trailing my father closely. It was as if fantasy melded with reality, nothing looked close to as it should. Thank god it went away on the car ride home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115865785386886647?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115865785386886647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115865785386886647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115865785386886647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115865785386886647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/agaeti-blodhren.html' title='Agaeti Blodhren'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115848124729549723</id><published>2006-09-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:16:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du Vollar Eldvarya</title><content type='html'>On friday i went to collect the snowskin durian mooncakes from marriot and yet another avenue for me to get the N93 has been cut off. See, the studio has like instalment plans, but you need to have an oub(or was it uob?) credit card to be able to pay that way. Which is stupid cause if someone were rich enough to have that credit card, he could pay for the darn thing at one shot. Stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, yesterday was some birthday party thing at my house... my granma, my baby sis and my dad's birthday. Like almost the whole extended family came. Really noisy and kecho and stuff. Kids everywhere. Not my thing. Anyways it finished at like 10 and by the time we got back to my aunt's house it was like 11. Finished reading 'Eldest'(shocking ending... cant wait for the next part of the trilogy) and it was like 1a.m. Then my granma calls. Some family drama. So me and my aunt went over but all was quiet already. Do doubt my granma dramatized everything(or misinterpreted it) and us going there was far from necessary. Something did happen though and we brought my sis back to my aunt's house to sleep. Thank god i dont really consider them as my immediate family. Seriously. My aunt is like my adopted mother. My dad is merely financial support. And my mom has a few screws loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so anticipating this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ERAGON TRAILER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/QLTxv0pfbIk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/QLTxv0pfbIk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so irritated with some elements of it. Firstly, i dont like the fact that the lead is blonde. It minimises the heroicness. 2, the dragon's wings look like bird wings... and they shouldnt be that way. I mean you know how dragon wings are right... like the ones in lotr. In the bood they mentioned several times the translucency of saphira's wings. And worst of all, Eragon's mark on his palm. In the book, dragon riders are dubbed 'argetlam' or silver hand and the mark itself is called gedway ignasia meaning shining palm. The mark is supposed to be like a silvery mark where eragon first touched the dragon. but as seen in the trailer, they brutally savaged that fact by giving him an 'e' mark, red as any scar you'd get by other means. Soo harry potter. Ergh i'm so annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115848124729549723?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115848124729549723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115848124729549723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115848124729549723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115848124729549723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/du-vollar-eldvarya.html' title='Du Vollar Eldvarya'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115833279336497513</id><published>2006-09-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:13:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god, its friday...</title><content type='html'>i like funny quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;my hair's not right&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex&lt;br /&gt;in 11 years&lt;br /&gt;3.What's a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;whore&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet&lt;br /&gt;Uranus. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Port... so its called&lt;br /&gt;7. What kinda shirt you have on?&lt;br /&gt;Grey cotton bossini t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe yourself in one phrase&lt;br /&gt;i like being complex&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;they're called FEET... made of genuine human skin.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;dark... muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;funny and kinda strange&lt;br /&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;the one with more pillows&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last nigh&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;14. What did the last text message that you received on your mobile say?&lt;br /&gt;'its just that i'm easily convinced'&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your letter box?&lt;br /&gt;5 storeys down&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;br /&gt;17. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's cat&lt;br /&gt;18. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt; 3. one per night. Helps suck up the oil.&lt;br /&gt;19. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;1, after i finish taking it that is.&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;4. i had my first kiss and went to australia that year.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt; paranoia&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image123b-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image123b-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;"no, i wanna wear this shirt, they havent seen me in it yet."&lt;br /&gt;24. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;br /&gt;a million bucks. i really want the N93. But if you switch flying with telekinesis i'd pick otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;i think she doesnt like me back.&lt;br /&gt;26. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;27.If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;probably... i think i'd have a better chance of surviving.&lt;br /&gt;28. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Phoon&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;a hairbrush. My legs are on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I forgot to add in the previous post that wen i went out with sy the other day, we say this woman in kino with unnaturally thin(drawn) eyebrows at least an inch higher than that of a normal human being. I laughed so hard i cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115833279336497513?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115833279336497513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115833279336497513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115833279336497513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115833279336497513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-god-its-friday.html' title='Oh god, its friday...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115806140992431242</id><published>2006-09-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:47:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivals of Liquidmetal</title><content type='html'>Went out yesterday to go see the salvador dali sculptures. Was supposed to meet sy at 5 but due to his X-men marathon, he would only meet me at 6.30. I went to the oub centre first, thinkin it was there but it was actually at the uob centre. Thank god both were just side by side. The thingies were cool and really big. Then i went to wheelock to see one. Then went into borders shuffling around for gift ideas when i bumped into wen hao. He was squatting at the same place for like half an hour trying to decide on which of those fantasy/warrior thingie kinda books cause he got some voucher or something. Then met sy at taka and saw the stuff at the opera gallery. Too bad couldnt take pics there. Here are some of the outside ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image148-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image148-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; supposedly newton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a golden girl lying down by the unicorn... if you cant see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image155-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image155-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went upstairs and i proceeded into this really nice toystore(my sis' 1st birthday is comin) so i thought i'd get her something. But. There was this rattle thingie... 24 bucks. And almost everything else in the store was overpriced. I wanted to get myself this bison replica but i decided to put the money into my N93 fund. Walked over to artfriend where we met jocelyn, amanda, kai en and fehrooze(is that how its spelled?) Shopped around a while, got myself a bookmark then went to go find food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Outide in the ngee ann city courtyard, there as this mariachi band playing and had these dancers and all. it was quite cool. Especially one par where all the dancers pranced around with water glasses on their heads. Not a drop spilled. Then they were giving out these goody bags and we thought the'red be like a t-shirt or a kechain or even maracas. But no. All that was in that big colorful paper bag was a single, one-side printed pamphlet about the showitmes of all the other mexican performances. Waste. We went to kfc for dinner then went o borders caus like thats sy's new fav hangout. And like only after we were reaching the bus stop i realised that top model was gonna start in 15 mins so we decided to cab back. But even waiting for that took so long. I got home like at 10.15. I like Molly Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would put up the vid if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh... mcr has a new song. its quite nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115806140992431242?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115806140992431242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115806140992431242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115806140992431242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115806140992431242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/festivals-of-liquidmetal.html' title='Festivals of Liquidmetal'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115804687518417290</id><published>2006-09-12T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:41:15.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cripple That Is Whole</title><content type='html'>I'm so distraught that jesse flew away. I cant believe i didnt learn my lesson after joey did the same. But its like it didnt look like his wings had grown much... but yet he flew so far away. See, i was sitting at the steps of my house while jesse was nibbling at my feet. Then when my maid came back from the bathroom with the cage... he got startled and flew. I watched to see where he might have landed then sped off looking for him round the terrace houses but to no avail. Then i went beck up to check the location and realised i was searchin in the wrong place. So i got back out, running to the spot he would have landed or something, waiting around to hear the slightest gist of his chirps or shrieks. But after an hour in the hot midday sun, i gave up and went home. Its like i developed such a bond with him. Like my child, yet my friend who would just listen to my thoughts and rants without judging. He used to love picking at my face. heh. I remember when i just got him he was like balding and i had to feed him formula through a sytinge, 3 times a day. and he would squeak from inside the shoebox whenever he got hungry. Haiz. I'll miss you jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image529%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image529%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just after his bath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115804687518417290?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115804687518417290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115804687518417290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115804687518417290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115804687518417290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/cripple-that-is-whole.html' title='The Cripple That Is Whole'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115787912996632850</id><published>2006-09-10T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:05:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats an excellent choice...</title><content type='html'>Whee! i finally got my hair straightened. Went to do it at that hair salon inside isetan wisma. I came at 2.30, with my aunt, and the hairstlyist, alvin, told my aunt she could come back in 3 hours. I was like... wow. It passed faster than i expected tho. First he put on this thing that smelled like those ammonia hair dyes. Then i waited for sometime(i didnt watch the time cause i know that would make it go slower) then went to wash. I was so excited to see my hair straight wen it was wet, but after it was blown dry it wasnt so straight and i was kinda disappointed, The my hair was flat ironed and i thought that was it. But then alvin put another chemical into my hair and after some waiting, washed it off. And this time, when it got blow-dried it was still perfectly straight! yay. And my hair like reached myshoulders so i got it cut... just the back tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After... although i dun like this pic so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image1294-002%20copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image1294-002%20copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that i went to kino to get 'Eldest' then went to cine to meet sean. We went to eat at pastamania... or rather he watched me eat. Knowing me, i finished only at 7.39 and the movie was supposed to start at 7.40. It wasnt that bad... Frostbite i mean, although it was plenty crappy. The crappiest movie i've seen this year i think. It was more funny than scary. But i feel that my 7 bucks wasnt wasted. Afterwards we grabbed a bite at mac then bussed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On friday, we had like a family outing to sentosa. 4 aunts, balqis, nur and me n my sis. After eating at bk, we took the bus to palawan bach wher the oldies set up camp, and after my sis and one cousin went to change to swimwear(t-shirt and shorts) we walked along the beach and crossed the annoyingly narrow bridge that took so long to cross cause morons would stop along the way to chat or something. Then it started to drizzle and instead of staing under that tower thing for shelter, bal suggested that we go help the aunties even though i knew they would have found their own shelter. They're old, not stupid. So anyway bacause of that we got caught in the rain, and because of that, even though nur didnt bring extra clothes, she went to swim with the other two. I, however, didnt want to walk around with soggy underwear for the rest of the day so i didnt join in. we spotted this really weird buff guy who could pass for some sexual predator. First, he was i the water alone, playing with seaweed. Then he went up on the beach and started spreading sand all over himself like moisturiser and then he proceeded to do pushups at the water's edge then going back in the water doing an exaggerated backstroke... even though his body was more or less vertical. My sis then went onto the beach and imitated him and we all laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we went to go take the luge which was, to my surprise, cheaper than i expected. It used to be like 27 bucks for the luge + chairlift but now its only like 8 bucks. And since it was the 4 of us, including my sister who is below 12, we could take the family package which was 24 bucks, meaning 6 each. Bal was apprehensive and by far the worst diver and banged into my seat and got stuck a few times. I on the other hand, sped really fast and almost toppled over at a turn. Fun. And wen we took the chairlift up, the girl in the bench in front of us lost her slipper... as in we saw it fall a great number of metres. Good luck finding it. Then we went back and ate at the food place where the shuttle buses were... the chcken chop was pettey tasteless and there was this retarded guy collecting empty cans... and he didnt just come by once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of retarded, i watched 'i am sam' yesterday on tv. It was a really good and touching movie. Ouh, and here are the pics from sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image132%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image132%20copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like some movie poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image134%20copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image134%20copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115787912996632850?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115787912996632850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115787912996632850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115787912996632850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115787912996632850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-excellent-choice.html' title='Thats an excellent choice...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115743217182955292</id><published>2006-09-05T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:56:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stilettos That Stab</title><content type='html'>Went to watch the devil wears prada with luqman yesterday. It was a really good movie. Funny and witty. Miranda is so like dora lee, except loads richer and has tonnes more fashion sense. The place was so hectic. I wonder if advertising firms are like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, the N93 is out. I went to the experience studio yesterday and my obsession for it got re-lit. The video recording is the most incredible thing ever. Its very slightly bigger than the N90 but its considerably lighter. The problem is, the lady there told me that the mobile operators won't be carrying it(i hope she's wrong). Which means i would have to get it at retail. $1288. Which means i must work my butt off any chance i get. I'll have to call that job agency ber gave me the number to. Haiz. Thats the end of my social life for the rest of my holidays. Its all gonna be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115743217182955292?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115743217182955292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115743217182955292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115743217182955292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115743217182955292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/stilettos-that-stab.html' title='Stilettos That Stab'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115743147110727462</id><published>2006-09-05T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:07:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bald Truth</title><content type='html'>I can't believe steve erwin is dead. I was so completely shocked wen i saw it on the news yesterday. I mean its so unreal you know. Unexpected. I just cant wrap my mind around it. The guy who wrestles huge crocodiles and wrangles the most venomous of snakes, gets killed by a stingray. At first i thought it was the poison... but i didnt know it was that lethal. They have anti-venom for that anyways. Its that wen he went on top of the ray, the spine on its tail went up and pierced into steve's heart. That very brave and passionate heart. I look up to him. He's not my idol or anything, but i admire his courage and determination and his love for animals and all the conservation efforts he did for them. All the time he had been eluding death. I guess fate caught up to him. We're gonna miss you steve. Crikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/vert.steve.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/vert.steve.gi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115743147110727462?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115743147110727462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115743147110727462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115743147110727462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115743147110727462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/bald-truth.html' title='The Bald Truth'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115728773650279056</id><published>2006-09-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:34:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophets Divine</title><content type='html'>Friday went to watch Monster House with my mom and sis. As usual, she was late and i and my sis had to wait in that minefield of surveyors, charity donation collectors and model recruiting agents. The movie It turned better than expected. It was actually pretty good. Exciting, funny and even a decent storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, so my mom decided that we would be eating in that night(we were sleeping over, not a plesant night tho, i kept waking upp at odd hours), she bought tempura flour to fry with fish. So we had to take a train from orchard to city hall to change to the green line but my mom proclaimed that the train would be less crowded if we stopped at raffles place so we did and surprise surprise it mad no bloody difference. And wen people were shoving their way in, she ran off to some other door far away to find 'space' but me and my sis couldnt be bothered to follow her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So we got of at tampines, and it was me and my big idea to go get snacks for supper, but apparently there was nothin i fancied. But on the way out to the old chang kee, i decided to show my sis the boots from timberland that i liked. Big mistake. I found out that the price had been reduced a whopping amount from 299 to 89. I was disappointed cause i already made my hair appointment for next wednesday. I felt relieved tho, wen the salesgirl told me its for ladies. Seriously, you couldnt tell just by looking. But then my mom wanted to try it on. I was pissed for 3 reasons. a) her dressing is always ridiculed so it made me feel disgusted that she liked the same thing i did(thank god she doesnt like my taste in music). b) she took so bloody long to actually buy the thing, trying it on(i should have said it looks horrendous on her... and come on, she's 38, this is such an act of denial) and when she discovered that you get an additional 20% off if you buy something else(my mom is the cheapskatest woman you'll ever meet. Once, she tried 99 percent of the testers in one biscuit shop and didnt buy a single thing. She's very anal about discounts too.) She took so freakin long deciding what else she wanted, that i left to go buy sotong balls from old chang kee on my own.(in the end she decided on a t-shirt for my granpa... not that she's so thoughtful, but cause a 39 buck pair of shoes didnt come in my sis' size and she couldnt think of anything else). c) She said that the was short of money cause she hadn't got paid yet, so that earlier on, me and my sis had to share money to get our own popcorn(which she also ate) and yet that hypocrite could buy a pair of $89 shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The tempura fish she fried turned out tasteless and by the time we actually ate, it was 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's somethin else. If i didnt have such a detached relationship with my mom, i'd be so disgusted. I found this pack of lady-version tongkat ali/viagra in her room. Not that she made any effort to hide it. And like its a joke that me and my sis have that she always dates ugly people. Maybe thats y she needs it. She is so going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second line of 'benifits' on the back of the pack actually says 'to attain climax'. Seriously. I mean like it supposedly is for overall well being, but there's far less kinkier stuff for that i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So the next day i tried to get her to take us to fish&amp;co for dinner but she brushed it off with a "some other time". We ate at kfc, and was about to go take bus but my dad being overprotective told us to cab home. Well, this cab driver took us through these really eerie roads, a route i've never taken before and i... well. See i'm one of the most paranoid people you could meet, its just that i dont voice my worries aloud. So anyways, i got paranoid, thingkin he was like gonna bring us to some secluded spot and rob us or something so i wrote the cab number down on my sis' notepad(in case my phone got stolen). It turned out fine if you're wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115728773650279056?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115728773650279056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115728773650279056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115728773650279056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115728773650279056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/prophets-divine.html' title='The Prophets Divine'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115720760617771876</id><published>2006-09-02T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:33:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees and Corpses</title><content type='html'>Sy asked me to try this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 people to play this game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today? - Deja Vu - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life? - If I Were You - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you? - No Promises - Shayne Ward&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married? - Muscle Museum - Muse&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song? - White Houses - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life? - New Born - Muse&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like? - Sing For Absolution - Muse&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life? - For You I Will - Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends? - Call Me When You're Sober - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend? - Passive - A Perfect Circle&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you? - The Ghost Of You - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents? - Ain't No Other Man - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral? - Who Knew - Pink&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you? - Apocalypse Please - Muse(i have a very short playlist but like 8 muse songs)&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life? - Mas Que Nada - Sergio Mendes feat. B.E.P&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you? - Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland(omg! wahah!)&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you? - SexyBack - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy? - Buttons - P.C.D(heheh)&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life? - Its Not a Fashion Statement, Its A Fucking Deathwish - M.C.R&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children? - Long Walk Home - This Day And Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It helps if you try to make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115720760617771876?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115720760617771876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115720760617771876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115720760617771876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115720760617771876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/bees-and-corpses.html' title='Bees and Corpses'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115709626436168558</id><published>2006-09-01T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:09:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermagical Thingamajigs</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went back to sec sch to see the teachers. See, at first the programme was that the students had to walk to bishan park, as part of ACES day crap. Tg for the rain, it was cancelled so there were no celebrations or activities watsoever. The organiser should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So i came at about 9 and went into ms chew's room and unfortunately daphne(supposedly she had a bruised eye concealed desperately under make-up even though other people saw it, i have better things to do than look at her fugly face. Rumors are flying bout how it happened. some say her husband did it, others say her son. but mind you he's only like 2. I say it was her own stupidity) was there. She went like "you going for sex change ah? along with ryan and victor?" Riight. Long hair doesnt mean anythin bitch. And i was more irritated when like 6 ppl i met that day likened me to paul twohill and 3 asked me if i was gonna join sg idol. omg. There are so many people in the world who have hair covering one eye, and moreover my right eye was only partially covered. Damn those narrow, simple-minded people. Anyway after that i went into ms chua's room and after a while saw ryan and victor and bryan and some other guy. Bryan lost weight. Ryan's hair was nice. Vic had a nose piercing and a bad dye job. Then ms chua asked me to deliver two cookies on a stick to other teachers. I passed the 1st one to daphne saying "nah! its NOT from me." The second one i delivered to airy deborah gan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stopped elaine low and she almost forgot my name(how dare she, looks like i didnt make fun of her enough durin her lessons), then went to ms seah's classroom or rather her zoo. The students were like mad monkeys... and not those adorable marmoset kinds. Its those rabies-ridden, patchy haired chimps. Anyways i had a nice long talk with her, then went to meet up with the rest of my ex-classmates. None really changed much. Justin's hair was longer, yiqiang was slightly buffer, jeremy had a bad hairdo that was big at the back. Qiang said it looked like brood mother from warcraft. heheh. Went to see Mrs Low, mrs singh, ms sng and alifa (who now wears a tudong, she looks different in it) at the staff room. Then went down to the woodsville house to see mrs khoo, a.maths yeo (chem yeo was sick and left early so we didnt get to see her). Saw parames and she forgot wat year i was in, saying like "you're in your 3rd year izzit?" wen i told her i was in tp. Then other people in my batch came. Jon had a cool haircut, zhi hui was carrying, get this... a guitar. And we heard he participates in p.e now, and supposedly kevinpreet laughed at him from another level when he got hit in the head with a basketball. Ivan grew even more and Jing hao lost a lot of weight( more than sy i believe), looked really different, but not any handsomer la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After lunch at the coffee shop, me, john(chew, who's hairstyle also changed), daniel and qiang bought bubble tea and went to sit in mac to chat. Luckily the staff never chase us out. We talked for very long and i didnt understand a lot of the stuff they were talkin about ccause you know, jc stuff, all different terms and exams and subjects and watnot. I'm glad i didnt choose that path. Then karim and gang were going to play lan and asked me along but i felt like i'm pangseh-ing the other 3 if i went... so i didnt go. Matt's teeth became the object of criticsm. John turned out to be a cam whore. We finally left only at 5.45 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image103.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; here are some of the neoprint pics i promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/neoprint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/neoprint1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/neoprint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/neoprint2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants a piece of my butt. and zhi wen's reaction is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/neoprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/neoprints.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad choice of lingerie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115709626436168558?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115709626436168558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115709626436168558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115709626436168558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115709626436168558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/09/supermagical-thingamajigs.html' title='Supermagical Thingamajigs'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115693021715163740</id><published>2006-08-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:43:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Up your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image992.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sunday evening, my dad had like fever with some chest pains andbecause he had had heart sugery before, my uncle came and brought him to the hospital... me included cqause my aunt told me to go and it would be very unsonly if i refused. So i went there(A&amp;E department cause waiting in line otherwise would me a bitch), couldnt go in cause only one accompanying person was allowed, sat and stood around, playing music on my phone. Ate the sandwich from the stupid machine which gave me change of 8 bucks in coins. There were quite a few ambulances that came, but almost all carrying old people. Not like bloodied up or shot or psyco people. So boring. There was this one guy who was taking a long and what looked like a very agonizing walk towards the check in place, clutching his side. The thing is, nobody gave a damn. He could have collapsed halfway or something. Appendicitis i think. So anyways, i waited for 3 hours, then my uncle came out and said they were keeping him for observation, so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On monday i was supposed to go tp to collect my assignments from richard and see if there were any suitable jobs on the notice board. While reading it, richard came by(with kee jan) and told me to tell my classmates that we were supposed to collect our stuff the next day from 3-3.30 pm, and that he'd sent and e-mail. So i asked him if mine was marked already, and he said yes, everyone's one was. then i asked if i could take it now. You know wat that bitch(other than this, he's not evil) said? "ouh, cannot, i'm going out now' and he left me there belwildered. Besides the fact that sch is 50 mins away from home, i was going ice skating the next day. Irritating. Anyways, met up with luqman and we went to watch My Super Ex-Girlfriend. It was very good. Entertaining. And i think G-Girl is the best dressed superhero ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then later, my aunt called me cause my dad passed out while at the hopital vending machine, so i went to visit him. But he was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On tues me, zhi wen, charmaine, darren and marina met up at bugis and took a train to jurong east. On the way, there was this girl who was sleeping and had this odd contraption with her. It looked like a portable toilet. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image993.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anyways, it was like this shopping centre thing and the skating rink was upstairs. The admission was quite ex, 8+(for 2 hours) and another 2+ for the skating boot rental. We got our gloves, put our stuff into our locker, put on those boots and started walkin around the edges of the rink, holding the sides. Darren was the most pro, and i had my but sticking out like a chicken most of the time. Zhi wen was the worst cause it was his 1st time. I struggled a lot... its more difficult and unstable than rollerblading, cause the latter has more traction. Then wen there was like 25 mins to go i decided to skate recklessly cause it wouldnt be fun if i didnt fall at least once. I fell twice. Then we had this walk-off, on dry land with our boots on... too bad i cant put the vid here. Then after that we went to eat and went to take neoprints. It was really hilarious. zw is gonna scan it in and send us. I'll put it up as soon as i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image995.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I awoke at 8+ this morning to my aunt calling out my name in a scared voice. So i dragged myself out of bed and into the living room wher my aunt was lying down."the whole room is upside down" she said, her eyes fluttering, closing tightly and opening again, as if trying to banish a hallucination. At first i was thinkin, this is ridiculous, she must be sleep talking or something. So i was like "its not upside down" in a rather annoyed tone. But when her attempts continued, i said "just go back to sleep 1st, see how later", and i myself tried to go back to sleep but couldnt cause Jesse was makin too much noise. But i did fall asleep eventually and woke up again at 1+. I asked my aunt wat the whole drama was earlier and she said she wasnt dreaming. And its not the 1st time. I'm guessing there's something wrong with the liquids in her ear. You know when you spin around a lot, then you stop, it seems like the room is still spinning? Or maybe she's just lacking rest and her brain is tired or something. Then after that we went to my house for lunch cause my dad had come back from the hospital. Ooh and he had video clips of his heart test thingie but i dunno how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call me when you're sober - Evanescence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/IUd0pubkJHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/IUd0pubkJHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;yay! evanescence is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115693021715163740?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115693021715163740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115693021715163740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115693021715163740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115693021715163740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/make-up-your-mind.html' title='Make Up your Mind'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115666828980292148</id><published>2006-08-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:10:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unleash the Army of Inferi</title><content type='html'>here's the results of a test i took, a dating types thing i got from joel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Slow Dancer&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you're a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There's also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While you're not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it's HIGHLY likely they're just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite:&lt;br /&gt;The Hornivore&lt;br /&gt;Random Brutal Sex Master&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS AVOID: The Battleaxe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor or The Sonnet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again there is a haze hanging low over good ol sg cause the stupid indonesians cant learn from mistakes and are too dim witted to not burn forests anymore. I'm not some eco-freak tree hugger but yeah, i do care for the health of our natural environment. Not that i volunteer to do stuff like tree planting or watever, i wouldnt mind tho, but i just hate these reckless acts. Its bad enough they kill their own lungs, they have to kill ours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, i went out yesterday with my mom and sis. Ouh and speaking of my mom, she had put on, yet more weight that there was a big bulge both above and below her waist/jeans line. She has got to stop using tight clothes and realise she's almost 40. anyways... Yay i got the zara t-shirt i wanted, paid for by my mom of course. It costs like my 1 week's allowance, so i most probably wouldnt have gotten it if i had to pay for it myself. But i'm lovin it. Cant wait to use it. Then we went to watch Barnyard which was, at most, amusing. What i found disturbing was that the male cows had udders. Wait, male cows are bulls rite? the ones that get mad if you wave the red cloth in front of them?(i know thats a lie, cause firstly, the bull is mad cause it has many spears sticking into it, and its color blond so its prolly the movement that makes it charge). Ah wadev. Mammals arent my area of expertise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115666828980292148?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115666828980292148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115666828980292148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115666828980292148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115666828980292148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/unleash-army-of-inferi.html' title='Unleash the Army of Inferi'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115649380280263252</id><published>2006-08-25T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:44:01.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It a Wind-Up?</title><content type='html'>I've been havin quite a few weird dreams since break started. Maybe cause i sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One was wher i was staying at this really high apartment, condo i think. The walls were all white and pale beige. I walked over to the balcony overlooking the city. Then in the sky was this aeroplane, sailing along and suddenly it nose dived, and started spiralling downwards. It crash-landed rignt in the middle of town. People came running out of the wreck. And in a very un-me fashion, i ran downstairs to help the victims, who had somehow, reached my block and were all running hysterically. Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another was richard wee gave us this group assignment to do. And if a member didnt participate to do the final work, he would have to do some very bitchy punishment(i forgot wat it was exactly). Well, we had all finished like 2 hours before submission time, quite unsatisfactorily though, so i took my bike(i dont have one in real life) and went somewhere to get something(my memories of dreams are very vague). But then on the journey back, i was chased by this bike gang that i couldnt lose. And by the time i got back to school, i saw the last member of my group presenting a whole different project piece to richard. They must have did a whole new one while i was gone. So i explained to him wat exactly had happened. And he said that even though he accepted my explanation, i still had to do the punishment. I woke up pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is by far the weirdest. I went for a very exclusive field-trip to a space station on the moon. It was very small and lacked much technology tho. But while there i had a premonition, flashes of an alien race and a huge beastly warrior. Supposedly the aliens were gonna abduct wen hao(who supposedly has a secret identity as some powerful ninja or something) and force him to fight that warrior. Then i met up with him at school and there was this girl who kept taunting him. Like she booed and tsked every small thing he did wrong. Then wen the lesson was over, she was making another smart remark. I walked over to her and said something like stop being all bitchy, you're not the only girl who has pms. Then i was about to follow wen hao to see him get abducted(yes, i didnt plan anything to stop it from happening) but then i woke up cause the stupid neighbor kids were making such an effing big ruckus outside my window. I seriously felt like blasting their heads off with a shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I realised that since i love my phone more than my Jadis(dont get me wrong, she's dead useful) i should also name it. Nevone.(pronounced nayv-own) Ok that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, yesterday i went to sec school thinking that sy was gonna be repainting his great granma but he didnt that bitch. So we just slacked a lot, looking at the poor boys who were rushing to do their o'level coursework(i remember that stressful time last year). We found out that dora lee had fallen and is now stayin with her mother. I suggested that maybe a student from her new school pushed her. Who knows, it could be possible, knowing her.... hahah. Then ms chew showed us a pic of her in this weird yoga pose. i only realised how difficult it was till i tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the perfect form... blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image980.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearly impossible to get my legs straight. balance was also difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115649380280263252?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115649380280263252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115649380280263252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115649380280263252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115649380280263252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-wind-up.html' title='Is It a Wind-Up?'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115632127812106941</id><published>2006-08-23T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:21:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agapanthuses</title><content type='html'>Well, all i've been doing for the past two days is sleeping and reading... and of course television. So far HP6 hasnt been as exciting as i had hoped... but i still have quite a few more chapters to go so we'll see how it progresses. I still havent done any of the things on my agenda... just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On monday i went to school to pass dilys her present, then went to town with sy, which was laboriously tiring cause he kept circling and circling round far east plaza(ouh and we saw shannon on the way there), and then circling sumore after discovering that he lost his file and in the end i ended up buying HIS birthday present even though his birthday is in over a month's time. thats more slutty than me la. And sy, remember, you owe me 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then yesterday i went to drop by nat n mark(c) n raziz n wen hao n carmen's chalet at costa sands sentosa. A pretty long journey there i must say. So wen i got there they asked if i brought swim gear, cause they were just gonna go do that. But i said no, and i'll just watch. So mark lent me his shorts adn we waited for nat and carmen to get back from the shop, but then they took super long cause the 7-11 was far away so we went to the pool 1st, then to the beach wen the 2 came back. But then they decided to meet up with some other tp people there, 80% of which i didnt know. Anyways, we swam to one of the small islands but raz was too scared to come, we clombed the rocks and got told off by a lifeguard. So unbaywatch-ish. Then i just skulked around alone for quite some time cause like i was paiseh to mix around with the unknown ppl. Then we went back to the room, showered, and by the time i started eating the cup noodles, gastritis had already set in on me. I've been havin it a lot lately. And i think the tom yum flavour was a bad idea cause even though i was full, i felt acidy. Haiz. Yeah, so i left the place bout 9.45, and tho everyone was already in the room eating, nat and mark were still chattin in the pool. I am so positive that they're on the brink of bein a couple, if they arent already. Anyways, i had to walk down this rather deserted creepy road to the bus stop, but you know, i was singing the whole was so it wasnt too bad. The journey home took quite long tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image979.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115632127812106941?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115632127812106941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115632127812106941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115632127812106941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115632127812106941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/agapanthuses.html' title='Agapanthuses'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115591357046930691</id><published>2006-08-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:06:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Dog Eyes</title><content type='html'>Wat am i doing. Isnt it enough that i have her as her friend for now? Why am i hoping something will happen? Am i that much of an egoist... to think she'll like me perhaps, eventually? I mean if its supposed to happen, i guess it does happen, but hows that supposed to work out if she's so far away? I'm not like some orlando bloom or anything who can make girls swoon. So, so far from that. But all i can offer is my personality. But i feel that i cant even show her that. I dont think she even likes me as a friend that much. Coming from 10 years in boys schools does not help one bit. I mean i thought i would know girls, at least to some extent cause i live with my aunt an her 2 daughters, one of which has migrated. But like i thought, hearing those rants would give me some insight. I'm not given opportunities to wow her and yet i feel that if i try, i might be like forcing her to like me or something, and everyone knows, forced stuff never works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's so much about her i dont know, heavens, even her surname. But if she's so reluctant to step into opportunities to let me get to know her, how do i do anything? I mean its not that its like love at 1st sight or anything, but like she's, i dunno. I dunno what it is that attracts me. I dont mean like her appearance, but like what do i feel that attracts me? Is it merely liking? or lust? or the potential that it could turn out to be a beautiful relationship? She has quite a few endearing qualities. But yet again, i still dont know her enough. What makes her laugh(a lot of things from wat i see), angry or cry? Wat are her likes, dislikes, hobbies? Has she ever been attatched? If so wat was he like and why they broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe i'm trying to rush things cause i fear she might fall for someone else before i even have the chance. I'm taking such baby steps and even then, she's resistant. Ergh. Too complicated. The lack of sleep is not helping. I mean even if i was well rested, i wouldn't be able to lift the obscuring fog off this situation. I just hope something brings us together. I mean its not like i want to marry her or anything, i just want a deeper relationship with someone you know? ergh, I'm such a dweeb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115591357046930691?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115591357046930691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115591357046930691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115591357046930691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115591357046930691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/puppy-dog-eyes.html' title='Puppy Dog Eyes'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115590856305846620</id><published>2006-08-18T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:10:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Contained Schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>Yay, today was the last day of the 1st semester. But of course the week leading up to it was totally busy. 3 irritating assignments. Didnt go out last weekend. There were some screw-ups along the way. And i didnt sleep yesterday. Yes. Not even a minute of sleep. I've been awake for over 38 hours now. I was surprised at my perkiness in the morning, considering the situation, although i was rather pissed in the bus today. 1st was that my foot got squashed by the door against the steps when it opened. Very painful. My foot looked disfigured. Hope my shoe didnt sustain any damages. Then there was this stupid indian guy who kept pushing me with his fat bag and always holding the bar almost directly above me, exposing his armpits. i almost puked at the stench. I mean i already felt nauseous from the lack of sleep and that was soo not helping. Anyways, i didnt really like VisCo cause a lot of it was abstract stuff and thats not my style. But ah well, at least i know i passed unlike SOME ppl who, out of the 15 sessions, only comes once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the glee that i have that i can finally catch up on sleep properly and dont have to stretch myself so thin to complete loads of assignments. And no pun intended, its just an expression. Speakin of which, i lost 1 of the 2 kg i gained over the last 3 blocks. Dunno how. Havent been exercising. I need to start jogging again. But more frequent, say 3 times a week? But its also not so gleeful that i wont be seeing all the wackos in my class for like the next, i'm assuming 6 weeks. But i think we will be going out sometimes perhaps. But many will work i think. i also wan, but a temp one like 1-2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It seems like i've changed clique. From wenhao's gang to charmaine, zhi wen, darren, and marina. Its not like wen hao they all arent nice people, but its just that the conversation topics that they usually pick are rather dry or bewildering to me. I cant stand the amount of dota they talk about and wen hao is the biggest culprit. After a few lunches with the new bunch, i find it a lot more entertainig. Like today, we were taking slutty photos with a toilet plunger char found. I didnt know zw is so on. haha. I think angelina and gang used to be a part of this group too but somehow they dont hang out as much anymore. Angelina's gang is also very exciting with xp and clara and etc. Talking about the most random stuff under the sun and its so utterly crappy that its superly hilarious. I'm amazed that girls heads are filled with as much stupid rubbish as guys too. But they're still more complicated. So anyways, my new clique are going ice skating next week. Yay! such an interesting outing for a change compared to the usual movie or window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm, during the holidays i must learn photoshop(not like absolutely everything la, just stuff that could help me in my future assignments, i'm still an old-fashioned kinda guy), i wanna work at least a week, i gotta design some t-shirts for my dad, design my own t-shirts which i was supposed to do BEFORe sch started but well..., do some portraits of relatives and exercise more. Of course there's gonna be lots of going out in between. Heheh. But i'm mostly grateful for the sleep. Which is what i'm about to do now. End my 39-hour wake marathon. zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115590856305846620?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115590856305846620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115590856305846620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115590856305846620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115590856305846620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/pre-contained-schizophrenia.html' title='Pre-Contained Schizophrenia'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115510341651341367</id><published>2006-08-09T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:03:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours of Desperation</title><content type='html'>Happy National day ppl! Ouh wadev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Went out on saturday with balqis and nuraini. we were supposed to meet at 12 at orchard mrt but nur only woke up at 11. So i and bal met up first for lunch then met up with nur later. We went to zara 1st and i saw this t-shirt that was sooo hot. I'm gonna make my mom get it for me cause that day i was only supposed to get a pants or a bag. Girls being girls, stopped at a lot of shops but to be fair they waited for me to get my stuff too. OUh and i got this pair of really hot shades from forever 21. And they're only 11 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we walked around far east plaza and i got the pinstripe pants i had seen sometime ago. Yay. Then we went to play pool at lucky plaza, bal didnt join in cause she felt paiseh. I was beaten like 3 out of 4 games, although it was really close. Hey, nur had a lot more experience at it. That was only like my third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had dinner at pizza hut at centrepoint. 3/4 of the time they played reggaeton songs and the other 1/4 of the time was rnb or hip hop. And it was real loud. Me and bal were irritated. Nur was elated. &lt;br /&gt;We bought that new pizza with the little grubs full of cheese all around it. It was pretty good. And by the end of that day i was pretty broke, cause after that we went to taka cause i wanted to get dilys a B'day present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then on monday i went to meet sy and gang to watch movie. I thought it would be lake house but we went to plaza sing to watch click instead. It turned out much better than expected. Out of the 7 of us, 5 cried, even the guys... but i guess you cant count sy and sean paul... those sissies. Hahah jk. It was like wat la, i knew there was gonna be a happy ending so no point cryin over it. It was pretty sad tho. And funny too. And why is it that adam sandler and rob shneider like cameo-ing in each other's movies? Next in line is my super ex-girlfriend and the devil wears prada. Hope i still have enough cash to straighten my hair after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115510341651341367?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115510341651341367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115510341651341367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115510341651341367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115510341651341367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/hours-of-desperation.html' title='Hours of Desperation'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115440718659835782</id><published>2006-08-01T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:20:53.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Tintinnabulations</title><content type='html'>Scrap wat i said in the previous post. I had a great birthday. I mean it was pleasant at the very least. I met up with luqman, daniel and lynne. I mean Dan&amp;Lynne. You know, together. Heheh. After lunch at kfc, we went up to book a room at that rental place at cine. Cause like the movie i wanted to see dun have; Frostbite. Anyway, the soonest a room would be free was 3 but it was only lik2 2.10 so we walked around and took neoprints. Yes, very gay i know but it was my birthday and i havent done it since like 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they had props too...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We watched 'she's the man'. It was quite funny. Amanda bynes is comical. And the catfight was spectacular. Hahah. Then after that i thought we were like going home or something but we just like wandered around, D&amp;L somewhat purposefully. We arrived at Swensens so i thought we were like gonna have ice cream. So we like sat down, then luq and lynne went somewher. Then wen dan left the table too, i knew something fishy was going on. I had an idea wat was happening but i didnt want to get my hopes up unnecessarily. So wen they go back, they asked me wat i wanted to order so i got the milkshake, just in case my gut was wrong. But well, the cake did come, ice-cream, with 7 small candles and one big one. Yup i was happy, but a little like... i dunno, guilty? cause they were like paying it and i didnt. But i was mostly elated. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image918.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image918.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then at night i had dinner with my family at this kopitiam-ish place and the lamb chops were surprisingly good. But they had like a lot of fat so i joked that they lipoed it from that obese waitress that served us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image922.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, totally gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that at home was a rather quick cake cutting thingie, this chocolate cake that my cuz ordered from mariott. But the thing is, even though i love chocolate, i dont like chocolate cake and i'm rather impartial to chocolate ice cream. So yeah... i didnt eat any of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115440718659835782?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115440718659835782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115440718659835782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115440718659835782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115440718659835782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/08/listen-to-tintinnabulations.html' title='Listen to the Tintinnabulations'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115408804167451404</id><published>2006-07-28T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:05:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Stygian Foretress</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me? Sure, i'm sociable and i KNOW i'm not secretly unliked by as much people as yk. But i do have my fair share of enemies. Anyway, thats not the point. It seems i dont fit in anywhere. Like everyone has their own cliques. They're so close and stuff, you know. And i'm neither here nor there. Am i searching for something or am i just detached? Its like i'm just 'that guy in my class'. I cant describe what its like. I'm just left out or something. It cant be anyone else's problem can it? They're doing fine arent they? So its all me. Where did i go wrong? What did i or didnt i do? Its like, sure were one big happy class, then when they all disperse in their groups, i'm left standing there. Alone. I know, boo hoo. Sob story. I wish i could just tell myself "deal with it" or "nobody gives a rats ass". Its like my aunt is askin me who i'm going out with to spend my birthday with. Nobody. But i cant tell her that. She thinks i'm socially established. Whatever that means. I'll just have to lie. I cant stay at home... i know it'll make me feel worse. Hopefully the polluted outdoor air will do me some good. Of course i'm gonna go despo and ask loads of people and be turned down 99% of the time. But if thats what it takes than yeah. When will it stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate myself for being so whiny. But i just had to get it out of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115408804167451404?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115408804167451404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115408804167451404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115408804167451404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115408804167451404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/enter-stygian-foretress.html' title='Enter the Stygian Foretress'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115396682459924924</id><published>2006-07-27T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:33:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Black</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally got a lappie! Her name is Jadis. As in you know jadis the white witch? Yea... she's a white compaq. Yay. There was some whole drama before actually getting this. Its like at 1st i was supposed to get this $880 one of some unknown jap brand that my uncle recommended. But when i got to sim lim and saw it, it was just so unfortunate looking. Seriously. So like i eyed this one cause it was still kinda budget then the salesperson told my uncle that like this one would be a lot better since i'm gonna use like photoshop and stuff. So wahahah. Cash. We aslo went to courts but the interest rate was too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dad spent like a lot on me that weekend. In addition to the $1400 for jadis, was the wireless router, almost 70 bucks, and the skin centre bill was like almost $300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another yay for my 1st birthday pressie! Sy got me the new Muse album. It sounds quite different from their older songs but it still rocks. Hmm, i wonder how much cash i'm gonna get from my relatives this year. Hope its enough to get me a new bag and fund the hair straightening i intend to do at the end of august. I think i'm gonna ask my mom to get me that nice shirt from far east plaza i saw the other day. And i still have no plans for how to celebrate my birthday this saturday. I mean seriously, i dun wanna rot at home that day. Soo not sexay. Hmm, but i'm super lazy to organise anything. Wont it be super if someone organises something for me? hmm, well, i guess i'll just watch lady in the water or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speakin of movies, i watched Pirates of the Carribean with Delicious yesterday. It was so awesome. A really good movie. Funny, adventurous and exciting. Davey jones' face is so repulsive and kiera knightly looks kinda weird with her blond hair and dark brown eyebrows. They should have dyed her brows too. Or is both natural? i dunno. Hmm, another plan for sat, ask dylis out for dinner. But she's broke cause of yesterday so i'm not sure. Unless she gets her allowance or something by then. And i bet i'lll be needing an advance in MY allowance too. You know, to make my celebrations more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But its funny cause i dont really feel the anticipation or buzz of turning 17. Its like there's buzz or excitement. i dunno, i guess maybe i'm becoming mre mature....AS IF. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here's muse's new vid. It quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/LnBAQj1KzAU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/LnBAQj1KzAU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/9715931-115396682459924924?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115396682459924924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115396682459924924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115396682459924924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115396682459924924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/code-black.html' title='Code Black'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115363282670166243</id><published>2006-07-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:40:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Circles and Blue Divas</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is supposed to be part of the previous post but i'm afraid that if the post was too long, its just gonne be boring. So like, hyou see shou know, this way you can read them on separate days. Considerate arent i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, marketing is over too. Last sunday, ber, joce and dan came to my house for a meeting. My aunt cooked spaghetti. We took pics of me as a businessman, and of our glasses and handphones and stuff. We were supposed to do our speeches but we didnt get around to do it. Instead i did dan's hair- used hairspray and gel to put up his stubborn hair. It looked kinda good, but he was paiseh to be seen with it in public. Whatever that was about. Then i flat-ironed ber's hair and she loved it... although it didnt last that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On monday, we met at 11 in school for final touch-ups and printing before the submission at 12. Unfortunately, everyone was late and there were some mistakes in the slides, so i got dan to change it, but then the print room was busy so we couldnt print it out in time but thank god dan already printed out the unedited version, so i was running like a madman up and down, to sub mit the unedited printout and the edited version on cd, 5 mins late. Hope he doesnt dock too much points off it. Then that night i wrote my speech and practiced it. Was supposed to get up earlier the next morning to practice sumore but i overslept. So i got to school, met up with the others at 8.30 for the finalisation of everything and we went in the room for presntation at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The 1st 3 groups did their thing, quite well too. Grp 3 was the most professional although you could see adeline and jared were the dominators. Then it was our turn. I started off, kinda ok i guess. Then wen we got to the product page, i was supposed to extend my pointer thingie and whack it on the screen... you know for theatrics, but i opened it up too much and it just flopped... cause at the bottom there's a movable joint so yeah...everyone laughed. But then i continuead and ber was next. Then jocelyn. I like her "not forgetting the forgetful" line although she didnt emphasize on it enough so a lot of ppl didnt catch it. Then daniel was so paralysed with fear, he couldnt say much. Then sushi had her super complete but rather winding explanations and when it came to the questions, i guess we handled them ok. Then the guests said stuff. And one of the guys said i engaged him. Yay. But i didnt follow up to fully excite him with juicy product info and stuff. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we had to write some critical reflection thing to be handed up by thursday and i just crapped a lot to fill a page whereas ppl like adeline filled almost 2 pages in super small font. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night i went to this chalet thing that my relatives on my mom's side held. It was total pandemonium. So many kids, so much noise. Perfect opportunity for bitching.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the place was so completely filthy, as in there were food remains everywher and i hated walking on the greasy floor. There were loads of nice food &lt;br /&gt;though. My mom wqas trying to be young again... heading all the kids games and she's just so.... i dont have a word to describe it even though i got a distinction in english. She just never lets anything go. Like she was forcing mone of my cousins to dance and he like didnt want to and she was being such a vamp. And later, she also danced with my other aunt... the fat one from holland. See, it was funny wen tha fat aunt did it but like my mom was desperately trying to look sexy or young or watever with her now shapeless body and her always messy 80's-ish hair. Then there's this other bitch that my mom always hangs out with... her cousin. She's younger and slimmer but still had put on weight. And i have to give her props for discipline cause the whole time, she like had her chest and butt out so that her growing tummy would be hidden. Tough luck. And the reason i extemely dislike her is just... i dunno i cant specifically point out, but she has this bitchy aura, some repulsive character that you cant see but just feel. Its some kind or arrogance or superiority. And we(me, my dad and my aunt) suspect that she's flirting around with other ppl and either her husband doesnt know, or he just isnt the confrontational kind. And her son is so fat now he looked like a watermelon in his green t-shirt. Him shouting half the time did not help his image. There were a couple of others who also put on weight but they're too insignificant to waste my time about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My am i bitchy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115363282670166243?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115363282670166243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115363282670166243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115363282670166243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115363282670166243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/yellow-circles-and-blue-divas.html' title='Yellow Circles and Blue Divas'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115363243818883577</id><published>2006-07-23T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:20:06.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whore Licks</title><content type='html'>WooHooo! Basic photog is over! It was kinda stressful so i'm glad. OK, heres the week leading up to the day wher we got JUDGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On sunday after our marketing meeting(touch on that later), Bernice, me and jocelyn went for a photoshoot. Ber was my model, joyce was our guide. See, my theme song talks about escaping a harsh reality, so i had to take photos of ber daydreaming in dilapidated places and playing in serene places. So that day, we started at city hall and walked all the way to chinatown. Photog is tiring. We stopped by the old capitol theatre, some construction site and finally our destination, this boarded up, rotting shophouse. Of couse we fooled around a lot along the way la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image842.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me arguing with the statues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn participating in an arbitration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me being cheeky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then on monday, after the marketing submission(again i will explain later), me, jocelyn and sy went to botanic gardens for the 'serene' shots. Adeline followed us on our super long journey to city hall mrt, cause she was going to the raffles city starbucks. Anyways, we took the 518 express bus which was so ex, and missed a stop so we ended up at like suntec, so we got ice-cream from ben &amp; jerry's and let me tell you, the cookie dough one is so freakin gorgeous. I'm a sucker for uncooked cookie dough. And at city hall, jocelyn went off to buy film at peninsular, while me and sy went to meet ber at orchard mrt. Poor thing she had to wait so long for us. Anyways, wen joce came, we took a bus to botanic gardens. I made ber run and jump and flip her hair and stuff. I bet she was super tired. I owe you lunch ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image846-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image846-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image855.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got up-close and personal to the swans... thanks to some guy who was feeding and photographing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image863-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image863-001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice name for a plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image862-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image862-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, after that we went to meet charlicharlicharli, emo and the lovebirds daniel and lynne for dinner at mos. Sy split cause he had stuff to do. Then while walkin around later, i saw quite a few of the idol finalists in Zara. Rahimah, Jay, Nurul, Paul and Jonathan. Its funny that you see on tv hoards of ppl is shouting for them at the meet and greet sessions but here, nobody gave a second glance. Except me of course. Not that i like them as celebs... cause theyre not even that yet. But like wat were they doing there? they barely shopped. Then i went to far east plaza to take bus home... concession you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back to BaPho. On tues i developed the film and a lot of them turned out under-exposed. When i showed the contact sheets to terrence, he wasnt impressed. So went by the days of wed and thur, coughing up sheets of expensive photo paper, tryin to get the right darkness or contrast or whatever, dodging, burning, immersing my hands in the harmful chemicals till my fingers were pruny. But no... he cares for whats in the picture, not how you take it. I dont get how a straight on, unfocused photo of 4 unprofessional drags can get four nods. See, he was this marking "mechanism" where he'lll give you nods at each picture, or sometimes, none. If i had known, i would have printed more than 4. I think Carmen did the best, and fully deserved the high marks she got. Omg, they were so full of emotion. It was so professional and artistic. And when she showed them with the music, it was like a match made in heaven. I give you salute. She got 8 nods, i got 3. But at least i passed and for this module, thats all i hoped for. The only 2 who failed were nat and shannon, cause they didnt have prints to show, and the latter wasnt even present... not that thats surprising. Ok, i'm being bitchy... and i shouldnt cause she's a nice person but still, its not good for you to be always skippin class. And in photog, that means you cant do the work. I hope you wisen up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ooh, almost forgot... this is how i dressed and did my hair that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image888-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image888-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image883-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image883-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glam pose in un-glam place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after that we all whooped in joy and me, sy and delicious went to have dinner at pepper lunch... a new experience. It was like a hybrid of like seoul garden and a food court. The food was good. Then we had ice-cream at gelatissimo and went home. Ah, the sweet sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh... here are my photos... theyre kinda blurry here cause i took them in night mode and the macro on my phone doesnt work in that mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image872-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image872-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image875-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image875-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image874-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image874-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image873-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image873-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115363243818883577?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115363243818883577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115363243818883577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115363243818883577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115363243818883577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/whore-licks.html' title='Whore Licks'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115295369683006992</id><published>2006-07-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:54:57.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Bitch</title><content type='html'>Well, last saturday, me, jocelyn, daniel, lynne, bernice and charli went to go watch a movie at cine. At 1st we decided on scary movie 4, but it was like almost over, and the girls didnt want to watch superman. So we like went upstairs and made a big hoo ha about which dvd to rent. See, up till that day, i didnt know you could like rent a dvd and book a room to watch it in at cine level 9. Well now i know. We picked flight plan which turned out better than i expected. The max capacity for the room was like 4 ppl but there were like 6 of us so it was rather cramped. We got like nachos and popcorn. Wat daniel claims his 1st outing with poly ppl. Well mine too. Then like after the movie ended and we were packing up to leave, i said something weird..."hey, we're poly students". I mean like super duh, but it was just like i was so used to sec school and the ppl there, and it just felt like that and like i realised we're not. We're older and stuff. Its like you know you work out too much one day and you only feel the cramp like the next day or 2 days later? somethin like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image804.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and life-size cutouts of the sg idol finalists at cine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The photog assignment is such a bitch. Unlike all the other classes and even terrence's previous classes, we have to do a theme totally chosen by him. Like all the others are like they come up with 5 or 10 theme ideas and the lecturer chooses 1, terr just gave us music. It took me so long to make up my mind about which song to do(cause like when he sees the pics, it must match a song in mood and watever). In the end i chose imaginary by evanescence cause i figured it wouldnt be that hard to shoot... but i need a model. Prolly be usin bernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marketing is going better i guess. The slides are almost done. We have to hand up the printouts on monday. Tomoro the group is coming over to do our speeches and take photos of me as a businessman... for the project of course. The indian girl, sashi, has really soft and nice hair and guess wat, she's getting married next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image813.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image814-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image814-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and dan bein cam whores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked sy if he was going baybeats yesterday and he said yea... with 2 of his orientation ppl. So i agreed to meet him at 6 at design sch entrance. Actually i thought of going out to shoot but wen i got back to sch, almost everyone was like gone and sy was so into his work so i went to eat at jupiter alone and was going to sit at the edge of bedok reservoir just to mull things over but then i saw this amphitheatre thingie so i went down, put my things and started singing. Absolutely no one came by. So i like put my bag down as a pillow, and slept on the floor like a hobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image829.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image829.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then darren's call woke me up and i went to meet him at city hall. Made our way to esplanade but it was kinda early so we like hung around, and then wen the show was about to start(7.30) we sat in that little set-up beside this old couple. Somebody should have told them the carpenters are dead. There were like a whole lotta weirdos around, some cool, others simply desperately trying. anyways, the 1st performer was kinda good... acoustic stuff. It would have been really romantic if i were with the right person but ah well... we dont always get wat we want. Then we intended to go for dinner, met up with sy and his 2 boyish girls, but they like already ate so me and darren ate at this halal cafe that was rather expensive while some band went totally screamo at the other stage(bigger, but less known ppl. it was like a controlled mosh pit. dapnhe knoo's band was there too. she was quite good.) The satay was quite good but the sandwich was kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we went back to the stage, saw yk, met up with sy and walked around and got the lanyard. Its really nice. Then we went back to the small stage where this band was playin, headed by some semi drag guy. Like he had on super tight pants, a sparky pink top and a pink feather boa. Sy was so offended by it so we went to the other stage. Then wen darren left to go watch movie with his friends, we went to 'relak one koner'... till my aunt called of course then i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image830.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate-covered stawberries are such a slutty food. It was good tho. And darren looks like a slut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the small stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image834.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were these really cool drawings on display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image835.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big stage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115295369683006992?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115295369683006992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115295369683006992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115295369683006992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115295369683006992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-me-bitch.html' title='Love Me Bitch'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115254024764362598</id><published>2006-07-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:57:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for the Thingie</title><content type='html'>Zidane is such a stupid bitch. Because of his overwhelming testosterones that cause his bald spot, he headbutts some italian guy real hard in the chest and gets sent off with a red card... which is why the french lost. At least thats wat i think. Its not like i followed the world cup at all. Its just that sunday morning i decided that i would watch the match that night... or rather, the next morning. And i like just picked france with no particular reason,(even though everyone predicted italy would win), and supported them throughout the game. And what a game it was. It was amazing that i was actually not bored. Maybe its because of the extremely high stakes. Hmm. Anyways italy won. tg i'm not like some gung ho fan. The disappointment was rather minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So we've like started our developing photos in the darkroom and everything and this module is like the most mah fan of all cause of the lack of resources. I mean like its like i'm either bored sick with nothing to do, or i'm rushing like hell, getting my fingers slowly eaten away by the loads of smelly chemicals. Developing is very, very tedious. There are like so many factors that could cause the film or print to go wrong. I just want this block to be over as quick as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image776.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkroom. But the room we load the film into the developing tank is 10 times darker...absolute darkness. Its really like you're blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Niways, last friday, BaPho class was cancelled so we went to go shoot. Me, sy and Dilys(a.k.a delicious) decided to go changi village. So we took 29 from tampines interchange and like hlafway we like saw reasonably nice scenery and got off. It was so frikin hot and sunny la... by the time this block is over i'm gonna be at least 2 shades darker. After walking a while, we saw the prison fence and i thought the barbed wire would look cool in the photos. So we were happily snapping when this civillian-looking person came up to us and asked us if we had the release to do it. I hate these ppl. They like already know we dont have it but they ask anyway. Not because they're being nice and are givin us the benifit of a doubt, but because they love being sarcastic and in power and seeing us squirm. So we just like said oh we didnt know, ans sy made most of the apologies and he left. It took us forever to like get past the huge compound so we could actually take photos without any morons buging us. I mean seriously, how much intellectual property is there in a blank fence, or as if we were like feeding info to the prisoners inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because Dil was so impatient( she insisted we not wait at the 29 stop we were at, but walk to the next one), we ended up like walking up 4 long different streets in the sweltering sun before we actually found the correct bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image789-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image789-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how low the button for the traffic light is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got on and dropped like at the chalet area. Started walking and tg there was more shade. And guess wat? we actually passed by old changi hospital! ooo. There was this like really big group of young ppl(they looked like 19 to 24-ish), wearing sporty clothes  and looked like they were about to enter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image790-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image790-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was as close as i would get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image791.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked sumore and saw this rather ironic road name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image792.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This has got to be like the coolest road name in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After having a drink at a coffee shop, we headed to the beach for more sexy photos. There were like many groups of those kind of ppl we saw earliar at OCH, playing all sorts of games. Dunno wat kind of camp or something. Here's some pics, although there are a lot more sexy ones taken with the slr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image795.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image796-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image796-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image797-002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image797-002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image798-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image798-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were planes coming in like every 5 mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115254024764362598?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115254024764362598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115254024764362598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115254024764362598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115254024764362598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/quest-for-thingie.html' title='Quest for the Thingie'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115193657287621519</id><published>2006-07-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:22:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelanard. Deh.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to chinatown with sy to take photos. It was so freakishly hot and sunny. Argh. Went around, got some good shots, like one of this old, back-alley barber or the lanturns. There was this little performance by some chinese acrobats and there was thins and moh kid that kept trying to get to the 'stage'(by that i mean the large piece of cloth the people were gyrating on) and the dad kept tryin to hold her back. Thing is, that toddler had the most beautiful, platinum blond, almost white hair. It was like soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then walked all the way through the CBD and spotted some SA posers/skaters. Then later at the brige near esplanade, i finished my second roll of film and started winding it up, but unlike the 1st one, there was no resistance. So with sy's instructions, i put in the 3rd roll like the second one. And took one or two shots. Wen i got home, i opened the camera up and found that the film was still loose and not anymore unwound than wen i put it in. Which means that the whole 2nd roll was nothing! From the fruit stall in the evening light, to the old guy sitting on the edge of an abandoned bathtub. All gone. All the hot and sweaty time in chinatown... wasted. *&amp;$^^$#&amp;%^#*&amp;^$&amp;((*&amp;^(*&amp;^(*^*&amp;^*&amp;^(*&amp;^%##$!$*&amp;)(*)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image761-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image761-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some shophouse that was next to a deserted office building...so much of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image763-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image763-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiny ball in the cbd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image765-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image765-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this kinda funny in present day situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then today i went to buy the photography stuff at peninsular plaza. While waiting for darren, i saw this group of ang mo guys at the hotel lobby, coming out, all weraing some sort of sports uniform and half of them wearing chequered skirts. Like you know in that britney vid? Hit me baby, i must be dreaming. Ok, fine, they were kilts. They must be like scottish or something. But it still was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image769.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image770.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they're really blurry, but i had to do it in descretion. Dont wanna offend them and get whacked in the head with bagpipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then we bought the stuff, my bill came up to 75 bucks. I didnt buy the paper cause sy bought too much and i'll be buyin it from him. And yes, your voicemail IS kinda slutty. Like manly slutty. Hahah. Darren had to go to an atm to withdraw money cause his card like maxed out or something. So chick flick wher some bimbo got her credit card rejected from over-spending and the cashier cut it in half. Ok, it wasnt even half that exciting. Then we walked around to take photos(cause the whole second roll was wasted cause... nvm) But there wasnt anything really interesting to take so we like ended up in raffles city cause my aunt wanted cheesecake from starbucks... and so did i... seeing as the stupid mrs fields there doesnt have the brownie i want. And i'm so fed up with the mrs fields at bishan cause i got them the other day and they're like 1/3 flatter than they used to be. And the price was only lowered from $2.30 to $2. And that sumore was supposed to be a promotion. Stupid cheapskates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115193657287621519?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115193657287621519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115193657287621519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115193657287621519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115193657287621519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/espelanard-deh.html' title='Espelanard. Deh.'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115174733016515988</id><published>2006-07-01T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:57:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eos Dramata</title><content type='html'>On thursday we had to choose our groups for the final MkDes project... so i grouped with Daniel, Jocelyn and Bernice. We had to take a product and make great changes to it and market it. We had some ideas, a beeping sticker that helps you find misplaced items, a house gecko trap ala roach motel that freezes those pesky reptiles, a heart pacemaker in the form of a necklace and a mask that allows smokers to take a puff anywher. We chose the beeping sticker in the end. It has a lot of defining to do and i'm researching all the demographics of potential consumers now. And it sucks that our group has to take in some girl who was absent the whole week. I mean i dont blame her for not being present cause she's sick, but then operations wont run so smoothly, seeing as she's a stranger to all of us( a senior in adm i think).&lt;br /&gt; It seems that i've taken on the role of being the joker in the class, seeing as everyone else isnt as whacked. I mean like in DrFun and CreTh there were ppl like raziz and chun yeung to fire everyone up. But my MkDes class is not that exciting. But who knows... maybe that person hasnt warmed up enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then after that, we had to make our way to the National Museum and Ann(terrence's helper) led some of us there. It is so beutiful and spacious after the renovation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image746.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sy peeing. The photo was his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, we walked into the gallery and it was so sexy. All dark and eerie with very selective lighting and abience sounds... i want my future home to be like that. Some of the artworks were really cool. Then after that he asked us to roam around the place testing our cameras for half an hour but of course we took longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dragonfly i found. its alive btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image734-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image734-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot her name again...looking at a millipede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image752-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image752-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image749-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image749-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image750.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image751-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image751-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat being dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Ann led us to the next exhibition, by foot, a very long way. She lectured joel for stepping on a weed-ish thing growing at the bottom of a traffic light and shannon couldnt stand it(i still remember the slap she gave ann on the 1st day... verbally of course) Ann was a bit too over. Anyways terrence wasnt there at the arts house and as we were about to go upstairs for the exhibition, news came that we had to write a 500 word essay on the two exhibitions and the person whose work was exhibited in the 2nd one... by the next day. Turns out his(Henri Cartier-Besson... i dont understand the hyphen in the name) work was really good. They all seemed to tell stories ans all oozed human emotion. My fav was a photo of plastic horses of a broken down carousel in front of very dilapidated and damaged high walls. So i was takin like a whole bunch of notes. And while some ppl took down the short write-up about Henri in the gallery, i went home and found an 8 page article from which i extracted like 10% of it. And i over-estimated the length of 500 words, cause it seems pretty long. In the end i went way over. 1060 words. Hahah. Verbal diorrhea. I'm very good at bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then yesterday we had to meet up at the jln besar Macdonalds for our 1st photoshoot. I super-hate my old cameras. It takes me forever to get it focused. And mine is somehow different from everyone elses. Shyt. Then after taking a blank wall and a plant, ann asked us to go to the 'thief market' to get something we thought was the coolest, with a budget of 2 bucks. Thing is, all the really cool stuff was way over $2. The dried fish was 13 bucks and the small, old fashion telescope was 25 bucks. In the end i got a gasing without the string, at $1 after much bargaining. Ok, i exaggerate, it was 2 bucks and all i said was "cheaper can?" Hahah. A rather pointless execise. But i missed the fact that we were supposed to take loads of photos there. Darn. I only took like 3. But at least, together with the previous day's shots, i finished 1 roll. So i guess i'm gonna have to develop that on tues... by then i'd have to have bought about 100 bucks worth of photog items. Half the roll is going to be either completely blurry or over or under exposed. And he gave us an assignment to take a surreal photo. God knows how i'm gonna do it without digital tweaking. Haiz. I'm hating this more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image743-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image743-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115174733016515988?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115174733016515988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115174733016515988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115174733016515988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115174733016515988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/07/eos-dramata.html' title='Eos Dramata'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115140838338696777</id><published>2006-06-27T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:49:48.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded Pointy Men</title><content type='html'>Today was the start of the third block. Fast innit? Seemed like only yesterday when i came to school for the 1st time, almost half an hour early, to hear the lecturer say "hyou see shou know" repeatedly. I even remember wat i wore and how my hair was done. I barely knew anyone. I felt so unconfident and thought i was the only computer illiterate one. I had big hopes of like making a really good friend, like nearly best. But no. It was too fast. Other people might have, but i just take a long time to fully know and trust someone. Its a shame the class split up. I felt like i was just getting to know ppl like wen hao and angelina and chun yeung and luqman. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First class today was Marketing for Designers... MkDes for short. The lecturer(george)... hmm. His fringe looked like he slammed into a wall facefirst, with wax in is hair. And his body is like typical couch potato. Like he's not that fat, but he's like saggy. I shouldnt be saying all this cause he seems like a nice guy, even if he is kinda boring. Maybe its just MkDes. And he showed us this ben&amp;jerry's vid and we were broken up into groups like diff parts of that company, like consumer research or retailing. For assignments so far, we have to like study the whole booklet by next fri cause he's givin a quiz. It looks like the theory's gonna be quite dry but i think the group work shouldnt be so bad... cause if i'm not wrong, we'll be able to pick our own. As for this week, we have to sit according to register number, like sec school exam liddat. Ouh and there's this guy in my class, called EdMiral, whom i've heard some bad things about. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after a very draggy 3 hour break, it was Basic Photography... BaPho for short. The room didnt have enough chairs and the lecturer(terrence) didnt allow us to sit on the floor so we had to take the roller ones from the studio upstairs. Anyways, we sat in a semicircle and we had this lame exercise. He chose someone who had to state his or her name, and we all(including terrence and this rather outspoken yr 3 who agreed to help him help us) had to try make conclusion's about that person... even though we didnt know him. Like we would say someone is from a convent school and he is quiet but mischievious or somethin liddat and after all that, the person has to say if that is correct or wrong. Terrence, even though usually had bad guesses(bad pronunciation too) had managed to get it right for a handful. I was one of them. He said that i'm all for fashion( cause like i had my hair super high again and wore my self-made male shrug on my black t-shirt with brown designs and my deconstructed jeans) although that sometimes attracts bad attention. Thats kinda correct, except it wasnt the clothes that got me picked on in sec school. Then it was funny cause like marc said he though i was poor cause i couldnt affor new jeans and Nat said 'i bet he's the type that has sunglasses in my bag'... cause she saw me wearing them earlier. So like 1/3 of the time we'd come out with this kind of funny remarks cause we already know the person. But the new ones were quite difficult and some ppl had a knack for seeing stuff like that. Like i've said a few times before; You may think you know me, but 99.5% of the time, you've only scratched the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So anyway that was a wasted day. And seeing other ppl's camera's i think mine is faulty cause it has what looks like fungus on that black cloth thingie inside, but i dunno if the whole thing can work anot with that but if not, then i have to go all the way to peninsula tomoro to go and change it and that will be very mah fan and alll cause i like finish at 6 now and i cant even meet ppl like wen hao and chun yeung for luch cause they dont have break like we do and thats so sad and supposedly because of our BaPho time-slot, it  gonna be effing difficult to book a time to develop film which means we'll be coming back super late, like after 12 a.m. almost everyday which means we have to take cab home which will stack up on the already high costs this month with things to buy like lots of film and paper and the water tank(i'm so a super bimbo cause at first i thought the tank was that tray they used to wash film but its actually a canister that develops the film inside) and watnot. Verbal diorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was this madman at the potong pasir bus stop that kept shouting every 2 minutes. And he was like totally filthy. Anyways, i almost died in the 147... cause it comes from serangoon road. Ok, you know like in a sauna and all that surrounds you is heat... well, in that bus, the 'heat' was smell. Omg. Seriously. Like dont they bathe. Don't be offended if you're indian and you're reading this cause you're probably the 5% of them that dont smell, e.g timothy D or me or angelina. Cant the others take a leaf out of their book? I'm not saying that only indians(by that i mean the kind that either speak either little or no english) have body odour, but its just that majority of them do. Hey, i'm indian, but you dont see me smelling like rotten curry. I have nothing against ppl with body odour. I'm against people with body odour who dont do anything about it. Use tons of deodourant or anti-perspirant... or bathe for heavens sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Omg i'm so bitchy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115140838338696777?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115140838338696777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115140838338696777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115140838338696777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115140838338696777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/retarded-pointy-men.html' title='Retarded Pointy Men'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115107558778793552</id><published>2006-06-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:50:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B151</title><content type='html'>Well, on tuesday i went for this Nokia Connection Party at suntec. You get an invitation if you register your phone online. So after come back from school, rest, then start get ready. Of course an event like this is an opportunity to dress up. So i chose almost the same outfit i did for the topman show, and i did my hair up high. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When i got there, all i saw were these boring looking business people, but after i got the lanyard at the counter, i noticed that there were normal people there too. As usual, i pigged out, though not as much as compared to the topshop after-party. There were these mini pizza thingies so since i havent had dinner, i took like 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image679.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was some simulation thing where attendees could whack golf balls into a screen, making a loud thud that made me jump more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok, here's the lowdown. Sean was right. Nokia is going down the drain. A lot of the upcoming phones look like shit. Like old fashioned, unsophisticated crap. This statement however does not include the E-series and the N-series. The 1st has sophisticated looking devices and the 2nd, well, the functions are just to die for. Especially the N93. Omg, the video quality is so uber. I was facinated. And even though it looked kinda ugly on the com, in real life, it oozed class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image676.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On wednesday, i kaypo-kaypo go and see luqman and raziz's photoshoot. Before which we slacked around and had some lame fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image694.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For some reason, both photoshoots required wen hao to pose shirtless, and let me tell you he has a really great body. I felt like so demoralised after that la. I'll let the pics speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image696.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image701-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image701-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luqman says with my modelling skills and his body, we would be a superb male model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then today i had lunch at kfc with sy and some of his class ppl( i should have lunched with wen hao they all cause we're like gonna be in diff classes next block oredi). Its entertaining, cause like clare was there and we were bitching each other. It felt good after being nice for so long. Then went to get my cam checked at the shop( i thought there was something wrong but its just that the batteries died).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and sy watched silent hill at lido at 7. It was so utterly disgusting and gross... in the good way. I mean really. Very gory. No wonder its NC-16. The zombie like thingies were so gruesomely awesome, especially the big-boobed nurses and that pyramid-headed, sythe-dragging fiend. The movie wasnt the kind of horror films that make you jump a lot, it was the kind of horror that made your skin crawl. There was one part wher the fiend ripped off a woman's skin...it was so graphic. The flaw of the movie is that the CG effects werent spectacular and the film had a rather sad ending. But i thing it was better than the omen. You know i love all these undead kinda characters. And it was cool where the demon killed people with hundreds of barbed wires. Awsome film and even the soundtrack seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, sy told me wat yk told him about me(dun worry i know he wont read this). Yk said that i'm always following other ppl and over-socialising and he actually called me a wannabe. You know, up to that point, i thought the phrase 'my heart sank' was just an expression. But when i heard that i literally felt this uncomfortable feeling in my chest like my insides just deflated. I mean like i thought he was my friend although recently i have been repelled more and more with his outward manner. I cant believe it. Its like i dunno whether to be angry or sad. See i know i'm someone who thrives on social stuff and because i'm not one of those people who somehow just attract others, i have to be the one to follow those. I'm not the kind who can just be on my own most of the time. I know it sounds kinda insecure but well... I mean its not like a caracter flaw that bugs other ppl or something. Sure you have the right to have your own opinion. But please, keep it to yourself. And to tell my best friend? No brains or wat? Of course he would tell me. You know, wen my aunt told me he had a big mouth last time i didnt believe her. Now look. I mean so wat if you're stressed out. We all have our prolems. You know wat, at least i'm fitting in with my classmates so you can fuck off in your loner world and get sick and skip school like mad. Cause now you're nothing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115107558778793552?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115107558778793552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115107558778793552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115107558778793552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115107558778793552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/b151.html' title='B151'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115069868328757605</id><published>2006-06-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:38:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Mayonnaise</title><content type='html'>Well, i've gotten my marks back for the CreTh poster. 77. Which is fair. What isnt fair is wen hao getting 90. See the thing is, that alone is fair... him getting a lot more than me cause his poster was way better. But you can tell that kee jan is biased cause nobody else got even close to that. There are 2 others, whose posters are just as good as wh's but they only got 80. I mean seriously doesnt it make you wonder? Even wen hao himself says kee jan is biased cause the latter was told by the other teachers than wh is a good illustrator. And the way kee jan said it, its like wen hao is the only one with great potential in the class, i'm seriously not exaggerating. Or maybe its just that wh is the most studly in class. I dunno. And he told marina, to her face that she's not a good drawer. I'm seriously disliking that old hag more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On the brightside, DrFun isnt that bad. I've finally finished my self portrait and i'm not that happy with it... somehow. The eyes are a bit too big and the neck is a bit hairy(keep in mind that i used pen), there are some ink spots and the shirt doesnt look 3d. And the whole thing doesnt really look like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image661-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image661-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then at CreTh on thurs, wen hao fell asleep again... and didnt wake up wen the lesson ended. So raziz suggested we all leave and call him so that wen he wakes up, nobody's there. So we put all our video recording devices on the table divider, offed the lights, left and put luqman's phone beside him. Then they called it and the phone rang. The look on his face and the way he looked around was priceless. Then we came rushing in and watnot. I still gotta get that vid from jocelyn. Then we sat around, talkin crap, doing stupid stuff like jumping clear over the table dividers... or rather trying to. Only wh and raz managed to, luqman and yk couldnt, i almost did it but my butt slammed down on it. Then we went over to the next class where mark, germaine, natasha and marc were. They had this lame game to see who could say more random stuff. Then we went down to the canteen for snacks and i bought like 3 ondeh ondeh( is that wat they're called? the green glutinous balls with gula melaka inside). Then the thing was so huge and the juices kept flowing out all over my hands and wen i shoved half of it in my mouth i couldnt chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, we came to school in the morning on friday and it seemed nancy was 20 mins late. Then mdm chan, hyou see shou know, came up to tell us that nancy was on mc. Yay. It was fun pretending like we were disappointed. So i had like 2 and a half hours before CreTh at 12, and since i would be busy after that, i decided to go see my aunt &amp; her family(maternal) at my granma's house who were from holland and here for a visit. So i got there and shook my aunt's hand and she hugged me. Let me tell you, she's huge, so i was like nearly drowning in her mass of belly and boobs. It was like a waterbed, only softer. Or a pillow, only more with the consistency of jello. She has 2 daughters. One, who was fat and giggly is now still fat, but not as giggly, caked with make-up, with super thin eyebrows and a paris hilton-ish tan.&lt;br /&gt;(btw, have you seen paris's new video? its so weird to see her actually doing something, and she sounds a bit like gwen stephani, that is so degrading for the latter). Then the other sister who used to be athletic is now also fat. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So after CreTh, we had lunch at mensa(wen hao's a sucker for that place cause of the cheap, $1.80 kuay chap). I tried soft-shell crab for the 1st time. And i realised something about luqman. He tends to overdo stuff. Like say he's acting out guitar playing, he excessively does it or like wen we suggested alternative lyrics to songs(in the dirty way) he just kept goin on and on till it wasnt funny anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after that we went get my film slr for Basic Photography in the next block. I got jocelyn to follow me cause she knows the shop owner and stuff about cams. Luq came as well, sayin he might get one as well. So after waitin for damn long in the shop, the guy brought it out(its second-hand btw, god knows i cant afford a new one) and handed it to me to test it out. It was such a bimbotic moment. I didnt know anythin about it, thats y i brought jocelyn. The guy was nice enough to show me how to use it and stuff and gave me a free pouch. Yay, my new old camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image654.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Omg, i found this super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/7xJ5qQpq5TU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/7xJ5qQpq5TU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115069868328757605?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115069868328757605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115069868328757605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115069868328757605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115069868328757605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-by-mayonnaise.html' title='Death By Mayonnaise'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115046908622479124</id><published>2006-06-16T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:44:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology is to Hanif as Oil is to...?</title><content type='html'>Fuck la. I just wrote a really long post that took me a long time to write then wen i'm done, the com hang. Bloody hell. I'm to pissed to re-write it now, so i guess i'll do it either this weekend or monday. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was this fat malay girl on the mrt wearing an open-shouldered sweater thingie. Wats the use of using an invisible bra strap if it presses into your fats, creasing it, making it visible? I mean really. It was those thin transparent types, but she was so fat, it was so tight that there was like a deep line of depression on each shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115046908622479124?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115046908622479124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115046908622479124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115046908622479124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115046908622479124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/technology-is-to-hanif-as-oil-is-to.html' title='Technology is to Hanif as Oil is to...?'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115028498646715775</id><published>2006-06-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:36:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torturing the Sadomasochist</title><content type='html'>Yay... we're finally doing portraits in DrFun. I know it sounds like torture to most, and it is a bit tedious, but i like the end results. We're supposed to draw a classmate so i chose standley(i'm not kidding, his name is really spelled like that, his parents must have been tired of sitting...) since he was doing me. Okay, that sounds wrong. Lets rephrase it to 'since he was drawing me'. Here's how it turned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image649-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image649-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face is a little shorter in real life but the likeness is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 other ppl are drawing me also... i know one is, from wat i've seen, bad at portraits, another hasnt really done much so cant see yet, and standley's one is quite alike. The next one is like i have to draw myself, smiling, and with pen. Thats such a bitch. Nancy's such a bitch. Well not really but this is really bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for CreTh, we watched another film and we have to do a book cover for it. And i have to say, kee jan's tastes in films only enforce my suspicions. See, the first film was about lies and lesbianism and the present one is about betrayal and homosexuality. See, the guy is an army captain or seargent or watever who crushes on this private, but the latter is stalking his wife who incidentally is having an affair with a fellow liutenent. Hahah. And in the end the supressed gay guy shoots the private because he was jealous that he chose the wife over him. Like eew. Its not his fault he's straight la. And this moron has to go and think he's like him. And i found it funny that the private likes to ride horses naked. Its a wonder his privates dont get chaffed. Pun intended. heheh. I still dont get it, cant kee jan find films that are straight and perhaps not completely boring? I mean serously, how can a movie with such a controversial theme be so bloody dreary. And the fact that it was recorded off TV2 means that all the good(meaning bad) parts were censored. All thats left is a film that has you looking at elizabeth taylor's huge ass. And the high-waisted pants did not help one bit. KJ should show us stuff like Moulin Rouge or The Pianist or The Village or Amiele, or that french movie i saw where the two lovers got themselves cemented in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, yesterday i went to escape theme park after school. I had 6 free tix so the ppl who came were germaine, natasha, mark, marc and sy. We left sch kinda late, waiting for marc to finish smoking. Before that day, i thought he was malay. Cause he totally looks it... and i never knew his name before. So anyways on the busride there(sy was meeting us at pasir ris interchange cause he went to watch Cars with his class earlier on) nat was telling about her dramatic break-up. Hoo, if all break-ups are like that, its best i stay single. By the time we reached escape it was like almost 5. Wen the rest got onto the pepsi 1st, i stayed back, and since the seats were paired, sy sat it out as well, or else he would have to sit alone. So the both of us went to the viking. i was apprehensive about sitting far back at first cause i've come off the ride feeling real nauseous before. So wen the thing got real high, we would shout certain things as it came down... asswipe, vulva and diarrhoea to name a few. We didnt realise people in the queue could hear it clearly, cause to us it sounded really muffled. Wen we got off, i was strangely not nauseous.  Well, after meeting up with the other 4, they decided to take the viking, wich means 2nd time for me and sy. Here's wen i really felt like throwing up. I guess fate does not let me tempt it more than once. The others said i looked green afterwards. So i passed wen they went on the rainbow. Then we went for the haunted house and it was a lot brighter insede than before, took a lot of the scariness out of it. although there were some times we were spooked. I still felt like puking so i passed wen they rode the viking twice again( germaine also shouted penis this time) and went on the flipside aka teacups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then they went to line up at the pepsi a second time. I was gonna sit it out cause of wat it did to me last time. I was immobilised for half an hour. I had to actually lie down. But they said like after that they were gonna do the rainbow again then dinner, so i was like wat the heck and climbed over the bars last minute to join them. It was so bloody awesome and i was scraming "fucking hell" 3 quarters of the time. And to my surprise i really wasnt all that dizzy afterwards. Sy left after the group photo cause he had work to do to pass up the next day. I felt bad wen he said he'll take the photo since he's the odd one out. But then he like knew germ and mark longer than i have so i think he was talkin crap. Then after dinner( that stupid burger king not only doesnt have half the menu, it doesnt even have regular sized drinks...thats so slutty) i left, cause they were like walkin back to the interchange even though there's a bus. It was an overall fun day. heres 2 pics from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image632.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image633.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115028498646715775?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115028498646715775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115028498646715775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115028498646715775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115028498646715775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/torturing-sadomasochist.html' title='Torturing the Sadomasochist'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-115000673890483456</id><published>2006-06-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:26:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Two-Three-Four, One-Two-Three-Four...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, this block isnt as stressful as the previous one. Thats a fact. On friday we all unveiled our posters for crative thinking. There were many awesome ones. My faves were Huiting's, kelle's, wen hao's and jocelyn's. Yk said mine looked airbrushed. Duh, smudging. I'll put up the pic of it in the next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after CreTh i went to take photos for DrFun cause we need to draw a building with 2 point perspective. I chose the MICA bulding. The one with the mardi gras windows. It was drizzling so in addition to my a3 file i had to lug my umbrella. And i sometimes needed to operate my phone with 2 hands so it was a very mah fan experience. Back and forth. Back and forth. Across the road. Through the underpass. Trying to get shots that worked. It was really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So in the end i just took like a few pictures in panorama and fit them together in Word. Not perfectly of course but good enough to aid in my drawing. My cuz is gonna be so mad if she knows i've been using the printer so much... she expects me to print everything in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've done 3 of the 4 plants so today i'll be working on the building, through to tomoro. Cause knowing me, i wont be able to finish it today... with my short attention span and all. Ouh and i jogged again yesterday. 3.15km constant joggin, no walking. I'm so proud of myself. I know to most ppl out there that that is pathetic. But considering my past, its great. I just gotta work on speed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-115000673890483456?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/115000673890483456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=115000673890483456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115000673890483456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/115000673890483456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-two-three-four-one-two-three-four.html' title='One-Two-Three-Four, One-Two-Three-Four...'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114960048209431163</id><published>2006-06-06T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:28:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SixSixSix</title><content type='html'>Shit, the pimple at the edge of my nose just popped and like its oozing. It was huge then i like peeled off the top part... i only realised that was stupid after i did it. So now there's a gaping hole so big you could fit the head of a matchstick in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guess wat? I actually went for a run yesterday! Yes, me. The one who dreaded and hated doing the 2.4km and failed it 3 yrs in a row, consciously decided to go for a run... even though it was more of a jog. I did 2.7km. Yay. And i actually jogged 5/6 of the time. Like each round is 450m. So jogged 4 rounds without stopping. Then brisk-walked one round and jogged another. Yay. I just hope it isnt a 1 time thing. I should do it 3 times a week. Yes. I must. But my legs are still aching now. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today i went to watch The Omen. It was good. Not really that scary but the deaths were frightful and cool at the same time and there were a lot of moments that gave you a jolt. It was an overall cool movie, although i kinda hated the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See, i was supposed to watch it with sy. I smsed him on sunday, and he said ok, and that we should call as many ppl as possible. So i tried but no one on my side was free, but he had some classmates who were interested. The on monday he told me he cant make it cause he got work to do. He tells me like only after i get rejected by like 5 ppl. He could have told me like wen i asked him in the 1st place. Ok, nvm, i let it slide. Then today on my way home, he calls me up and askes me how it was and says he was about to watch it, assumingly with the ppl talking in the background. Then he hands the phone over to clarence to convince him to watch with them as well. I was like so pissed. Wat then, happened to all the work huh? Of course if i had said anything, he would have all the answers and excuses... and i just didnt want to hear them. And clare, being clare, asked me like a thousand questions, half of them stupid. I would have been amused but i was so not in the mood right then. Well, i guess he has his own new friends now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114960048209431163?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114960048209431163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114960048209431163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114960048209431163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114960048209431163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/sixsixsix.html' title='SixSixSix'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114926008668161138</id><published>2006-06-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:56:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Dental Appointments</title><content type='html'>Well, seems like this block is only half as tiring as the previous one. Thank god. Thursday for DrFun we had to draw some stuff with like very clean lines, no shading and i found it really irritating. And today we had to trace that with pen, centralised on another piece of a3, plus extra few to fill up another a3 paper. Nancy loves making us do tedious stuff. And if you do wrong, you cant use correction fluid, you have to REDO. Bitch. So i, zhi wen, bang lun and darren went around trying to find like projectors to trace and we found a room full of lightboxes. This is me fooling around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image487-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image487-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image483.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image485-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image485-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately, i made an error drawing the second set so i had to stay back after school to REDO it. Like alone. I mean there were people in that room, but they were strangers. Then after that i was bored so i went up to the 5th level to see if anyone i knew was there. Wen hao, mark, joel, jermaine and natasha were there. Then after some random chit chat, we left to go town. tasha kept insisting on bringing wheeled chairs down to ground level and roll down the slope with it. Nobody else shared her sentiments. Then wen we got to the bus stop she like called out random female names seeing if anyone would respond. Then she dared jermaine, who was like acting kinda drunk, to shout the word 'scrotum' and she actually did it. You could call it guts... or foolishness. Then in the train there was this idea... supposedly if you hear someone keep saying a certain station, you are inclined to get off there... even if it isnt your destination. We chose paya lebar and we like talking quite audibly and inserting paya lebar whenever we could. I used to think joel and mark were like quiet or introverted ppl especially the latter. Wen we got off at city hall, wen how took the train home, we headed for orchard and only after we boarded, tasha realised that her file, with all her assignments inside, was missing. Left in in the other train. So she went to station control, left all har partculars and stuff. I wonder if they found it yet. We went to eat at lido. I found out something. Aparently, its not true that both ends of a burrito are sealed...at least the ones in taco bell arent. So i happily began eating from one end and someone pointed out that it was oozing out the other end. The rest found it gross, especially after i said the burrito was having diorrhea. I mean it seriously looked like that. At the end i just sucked up like a whole big soggy piece and like the sauce was everywher around my mouth and on my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, at creative thinkin, each person had to present his ideas and it took like a real long time. Wen how had another dramatic sleep spell and we were all laughin like crazy. Then today we had to show our color sketches. I was one of the 1st few cause i had to go mosque... then like on the way back to school, i saw the bus like moving off so i run after it like siao and knock on the door. Then the driver like attitude problem liddat, say "Cannot take the next bus izzit?" I was too out of breath to bitch back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114926008668161138?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114926008668161138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114926008668161138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114926008668161138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114926008668161138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/06/religious-dental-appointments.html' title='Religious Dental Appointments'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114907721981937530</id><published>2006-05-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:16:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Triplets Out Your Ass</title><content type='html'>Well, my 3 days of life are over. The utterly relaxing weekend. In that 3 days, i slept more than i had in the whole 2 weeks before. I felt so weird on friday night, not doing anything at all, like i was missing something or naked or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On sat, was supposed to watch X-men 3 with like about 8 ex-sas ppl but in the end only me and sy went to watch, although sh joined us for lunch only. And speaking of such, his acne is like really horrible now... like worse than mine had ever been. From far it looked like he was wearing dark blusher or face-paint or something. But my only criticism was in the form of a shocked expression on my face... which is also not pimple free. I was so angry with karim for tellin me who died before i watched it although if i didnt hear it from him, i would have found out from sh. Anyways, X3 was totally awesome, although it wasnt as powerful as i expected, it was still really great. Jean grey is so beyond cool, and her being semi-evil adds to the appeal. I never knew she was that powerful. And i love the way her skin turns gray and her eyes, black, when she gets agitated and falls into one of her merciless power-surge fits. The effects of the victims' disintergrating could have been better tho. I wish i had her power, even though i'll be satisfied with even a third of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The fight scenes were cool. Halle got more screen time, i like her lightning stuff and flying and especially when she killed callisto, although i find her spinning thing kinda annoying. I didnt know that ther were mutant classes like jean is the only class 5 and magneto and xavier are like either 3 or 4. Ouh, and magneto's moving of the golden gate bridge was so over-dramatic, but nonetheless cool. Its such a pity that mystique turned human. Juggernaut is stupid and so is the chinese guy's power. The spikes are like so short la. That butch-girl sy said was the scarlett witch had quite a cool power, shockwave but its stupid cause its impossible for something that broad to just target the weapons and not touchin the humans. Pyro and iceman are stronger than i thought, rogue is an unattractive bimbo, wolverine is gain the star of the show, cyclops had little screen time in which he was brooding in all of it, shadowcat is quite cute, all angel does is fly around and look pretty even though that scene when he tried shaving the wings of as a boy was rather disturbing and beast is played by an old guy. The movie was kinda short... gotta watch it again and see the little clip after the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that, sy went to church and i went to art friend(which is like my most visited shop now) to get stuff for tue's drawing fundamentals. But all i got was hair color spray and a styrofome ball. Met gladys and joclyn there coincidentally and we went to have dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunday i was supposed to get the film slr for the next block's basic photo, but the shop was closed and i ended up buying a pair of shoes at peninsular and weights at mustafa centre. Wasted the whole day wen i should have been designing my t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On monday we had to go back to school cause pek gek wanted us to. She called it a make-up lesson but it was a load of bull. Time wasted. Then after that went to watch the DaVinci Code with joclyn. It was good... almost as good as X3 even though a lot of ppl found it disappointing. Silas is real scary and disturbing(especially the self -torture part) but at the same time cool(grey eyes, white hair, eccentric personality). Aringarosa deserved to be shot...Molina has the ability to make you dislike his character. I was surprised when i saw that teabing was actually bad. I'm not a fan of tom hanks. The cryptex is cool. The storyline was quite well weaved... although i heard it deviated much from the book. The art direction is good. I love the way they speak french really quickly. I didnt know half the things they said before the movie, like the Templar knights and Opus dei although i heard them before, but i still dunno wat exactly the latter is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tues was the start of the new block. Wore the last unrepeated outfit. My denim vest ala american gas station worker. And i used the white hair spray thingie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image459.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe someone actually thought i was a year 3 student... i so do not look that old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nancy for 'DrFun' is anything but fun. She's kinda strict and is very cheap. Our 1st assignment was rather tedious... still havent finished it, but she wants it only on the 14th session. At crative thinkin we watched this old, black&amp;white audrey hepburn movie. Their acting was so melodramatic. Kinda irritating. And its rather controversial, the lead character's best friend has a lesbian crush on her. Heheh. No physical stuff tho. Anyways she killed harself. The assignment is we're supposed to come up with a poster for it, but he wants like a lot of research and development. And its such a bitch that almost every session, we'll be presenting wat we've done so far. Crap la. But it isnt that heavy i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today's DrFun assignment was quite painless, i managed to finish it in the lesson itself. A cube and a sphere, drawn and shaded realistically. Everyone thought my sphere was really good, but they haven't seen sy's portrait of faith. Awesome likeness. And i see that nancy is really fussy, she makes ppl redo a lot. On the brighter side, kee jan cancelled our CT today so i went town to buy an a2 file/thin suitcase thing. $43 bucks. Then since i just got my bus concession, i walked to far east plaza to take the 105. But i bought the turkish ice-cream(it seems because of jocelyn, i've been eating a lot of ice-cream lately) so i walked around till i finished it. Then i found the shop that sells arm socks and i got a pair... navy blue with red stripes. Gonna use it tomoro. hahah. Jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image470-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image470-003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114907721981937530?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114907721981937530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114907721981937530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114907721981937530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114907721981937530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/05/shooting-triplets-out-your-ass.html' title='Shooting Triplets Out Your Ass'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114863783445887952</id><published>2006-05-26T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:03:54.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hara-Kiri</title><content type='html'>Well, this week has been busier than i thought it would be, even though there were only 2 projects. The typo one was to make a brochure about some sg tourism thingie. And there were ppl like zhi wen and darrell making ones that looked it got picked up from a hotel lobby while mine looks like those pamphlets for blood donation or breast cancer or something. Its so demoralising. Anyways, mdm chan...mdm mah fan, made us go to like printing companies to print the thing. So me, wen hao, chun yeung, angelina and ashley went to bras basah on wed to go print it. 12 bucks ok. Thats crap la. Anyways, after that we went to Banquet at raffles hospital for lunch then me and cy went to art friend for typo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The project for color was that we had to either use the event we did for the group work or do some design a car competition. Well, quidam is an interesting enough topic so i did that. We're supposed to do a 2D object in 4 color schemes and one 3D object. At 1st mine was a postcard and a candle, then he made me change, so i chose handkerchief and he made me take umbrella. Since normal hankies are square, i made mine rectangular with diff proportions, each focussing on a distinguishing feature of some of the characters. Took me 4 hours+ to paint that. Then the umbrella i did in color pencil. 1 and a half hours. Turned out quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was some ccn day thingie today, some fund-raiser for needy students. And mdm chan was selling hamsters, with the aid of some students... what clarence said was evil. Ok its a little traumatising for the little guys but it cant be as bad as being slowly eaten by a scorpion(citing a personal experience). They were so adorable. Anyway the whole place was swamped... around stalls that sold girl's accessories, chocolate fondue, hotdogs, cotton candy, t-shirts, decorative items and guppies... among other things. There was even this airbrush-tattoo stall at business. But all i got was otah-otah, iced milo and this little voodoo doll thing. It was all rather unexciting. Saw jing hao on the way home and i must say he lost a considerable amount of weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114863783445887952?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114863783445887952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114863783445887952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114863783445887952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114863783445887952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/05/hara-kiri.html' title='Hara-Kiri'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114804083780983062</id><published>2006-05-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:03:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymity Complex</title><content type='html'>Hmm, it seems nobody reads my blog anymore. And if anybody has been as busy as i have been, i fully understand y. Ah well, its more for my future reference anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a rough week. I thought sleeping at 1a.m. on a school night was bad... but monday night i had only 1 hour of sleep trying to finish up my color assignments. The collage was a bitch but i managed to finish it in the end. And it kinda looked like orlando bloom. I better at least get a B for it after the like 20 hours i spent on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Typo is getting real sucky, or rather we are disliking the lecturer more. She's extremely fussy. Its like um, we are supposed to design our own font but then she restricts so much in the name of legibility, even if it is legible. So most people's one turned out kinda boring... except a few like wen hao's which looks really good. He's a master of the ballpoint pen. ouh and i got a real funny vid of him falling asleep in class. Mine was supposed to look a bit like spiky butterfly wings... named Baroque Au Natural, but due to legibility reasons, it changed to something simpler... Thorn Pentagram. Yeah i know it sucks. Um on tues we had the group presentation and even though we had a lot less words on our powerpoint than the other 2 groups, she still said it was good. And now our project is to make a brochure. The actual thing is not that difficult but all the extra bits that are supposed to lead up to it could just drown me in a pool of mah fan. Like we have to come up with 20 ideas for the layout, keep track of the minutest things and we actually have to go town to print it out. Wats the deal with that? So this will consume my weekend. But at least i'll get to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then wed was supposed to be retro day as stacie's idea... but somehow the word wasnt spread as far and with as much enthusiasm as joel's uniform day but at least people did wear the stuff. I did a very yoga-ish hippie look and cleansed everyone's aura with a dreamcatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image350-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image350-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats stacie in front and the four of us behind her made up my group for the color presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our group was the least accomplished with the project la. Like we'd talk about it for like 5 mins then slowly slide away and start crapping. In the end, last night, befor the presentation today, i worked with wen hao to put it together. He did the powerpoint, i gave the points of contention. The project was actually like, we choose an event, then discuss it in terms of color. My group chose Quidam. So we had a radical idea. I would dress up as quidam, as in the headless guy with the umbrella...but there was no way we would be able to make my shoulders elevate to my head level so all we used was wh's hooded sweater thingie and my navy blue muffler. Cause like quidam means like nameless passerby so we just made me identity-less. Then like wen the group before us was gonna end, i went to the toilet and luqman helped me tie the muffler around my head. It turned out pretty good. I looked pretty dark and gothic. Lin even said i was scary. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image356-002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image356-002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well it went quite ok, but a little worse than i expected. I walked in slowly as the intro music played and waited around like an idiot the rest of the time, breathing through my mouth, peering with one eye through the tiny gap in the fabric. I thought luqman, bein an ex debator would have more to say and i cant believe he and nasiehah used 'invoke' wrongly. Its a relatively unchim word. And i felt that thw whole thing lacked depth. But well, cant blame them since it was very impromptu. Then stupid nasi said that i was gonna contort for the class, which, mind you, was so Not part of the plan. But since she announced it, i had to do it. Got down and put my leg behind my head. At least i think we'll pass, with our cheap theatrics. And my arm was kinda aching for holding up the umbrella unmovingly for so long. One group discussed Victoria's Secret fashion show and talked way more on bras and less on color. Then they put on these like paper cones a`la madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, gonna end now, gonna read finish my book cause its due tomoro. Ouh and i've got to say the chicken rice at the i.t. canteen is the worst i've ever tasted all my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114804083780983062?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114804083780983062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114804083780983062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114804083780983062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114804083780983062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/05/anonymity-complex.html' title='Anonymity Complex'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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-9715931.post-114752237792586907</id><published>2006-05-13T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:14:55.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faecal Occult</title><content type='html'>Well, thursday was unifom day, Joel's idea so like a lot of us wore uniforms too school. Um i actually intended to do the whole good boy look but then my hair turned out like spunky so i just stuck with that and went for the 'smart rebellious schoolboy' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image292-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image292-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well about 30-40 people turned up wearing uniforms, would have been cooler if more people did but it was successful enough. In typo, we were introduced to our projects, a group project that i do not understand, and an individual one that i predict is gonna be a bitch. We have to design our own font and show all the processes leading up to it. Its gonna take my whole monday and tuesday. Cause like this weekend i'll be rushing to finish the color exercises. And in color we also have 1 group and 1 individual project... but we'll have enough time for that. For the group one we have to choose an event and discuss it in color terms, so my group chose Quidam by Cirque du Soleil. So sexy. Thank god we're not doing like miss sg univers 2006 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/11052006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/11052006%28001%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's me wen hao and...shit i forgot her name again... in uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then today was the typo group project meeting at NYDC outside heeren. I was hungry but settled for a 5th Avenue soda cause the food there was ex. It took a lot shorter than i thought it would be. I think the only constructive things i contributed was one article and making up the title: Fonts Plastic Surgery... cause it was about font distortion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image312.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image315.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats raziz tryin to put tobasco sauce on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/1600/Image317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/690/720/320/Image317.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then after that, went to get some art stuff at art friend then went to hilton hotel to get cheesecake for my aunt for mother's day. This has been the confessions of an heir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9715931-114752237792586907?l=throughmyfangs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/feeds/114752237792586907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9715931&amp;postID=114752237792586907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114752237792586907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9715931/posts/default/114752237792586907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughmyfangs.blogspot.com/2006/05/faecal-occult.html' title='Faecal Occult'/><author><name>Eli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196163280953755988</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></feed>
