<?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-13969058</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:28:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see the parthenon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-1976313921082439266</id><published>2007-06-25T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:03:19.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE LAST TIME</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of having to explain myself even when this is a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by having you know that Prettig Apparel is no longer part of Bella Luna Studio. It started as an independant label but since Shahidah and I were working for Bella Luna [she still is], we thought it'd be awesome to have a business link to them. I joined Bella to help with PR, and this was way before someone in one of the bands showed an interest in me and definitely way before Prince Isobelle came on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time waiting but I need to voice my opinion once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am against that band for personal reasons I don't expect anyone to understand. I despise them. And folks, you can't judge me because I'm entitled to my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only professional to be continuing what Prettig was aimed for with Bella and the deal that was discussed with them despite the continous internal struggle I was suffering from inside. So of course, the launch still went on and I flew to London a day after to commit to my family. Thus, obviously, I can't work for Bella Luna and have no interest in doing so, majorly due to the new band addition, which very much go against my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it to myself, all this misunderstanding, these conflicts and the underlying hatred. People take sides and personally I never wanted to until it came to a point where I had to prove to someone I care for a whole lot more than the company. This is where my loyalty stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loyalty stands with the person I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might still have the company's t-shirt but I'll gladly return it. ''Conflict of interest'' sure fits my position right now and I sure as hell know where my interest is. My interest was and still is to make a business and to benefit girls. Purely nothing more, but somehow people point fingers and talk shit about all this. About my hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to let go. We're going to deal with this the rational way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is harsh to leave people you regarded as friends behind but I don't want to put up fake fronts. I don't want to be holding on to people, I don't want a heavy baggage, I want to live life with no regrets. We're all mature, we need to get out of this so just let me out. Singapore is way too small for all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're real true friends, it'll show soon enough. I just hope, no matter who you are, you know how to live alone. You know how to survive the world alone. You don't need cliques, you don't need a company to restrict your beliefs, you don't need anyone but yourself. Because we live and we die alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all worked hard to achieve what we aimed for. But someday, things will be gone. And now, I'll let Prettig Apparel go. I just can't work with someone who's too close with my enemy. As much as I know it has great potential, I also want my dignity back. So let me go, who knows maybe I'll see you again after many tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Shahidah, from now on this will be your label. I'll hand everything to you. I know you can make this big, with or without me. The girls will have your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I just fucking hate politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-1976313921082439266?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1976313921082439266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=1976313921082439266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/1976313921082439266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/1976313921082439266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-last-time.html' title='ONE LAST TIME'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116781835961284642</id><published>2007-01-03T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:59:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to stop blogging here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116781835961284642?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116781835961284642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116781835961284642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116781835961284642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116781835961284642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-im-going-to-stop-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116677820733587555</id><published>2006-12-22T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:03:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss gave me a tee from New York as a present and the financial director gave me a bracelet with my name on it spelled "JOANNE".&lt;br /&gt;Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some funny photos taken at Esplanade/Fullerton area. I laughed at almost every single one of them, haha. Why do I look so funny in photos? Kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/617943/stronggirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/902722/stronggirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/236628/Just%20One%20Night%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/428776/Just%20One%20Night%20092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/482731/Just%20One%20Night%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/882092/Just%20One%20Night%20050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/105504/Just%20One%20Night%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/710837/Just%20One%20Night%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/730308/Just%20One%20Night%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/285202/Just%20One%20Night%20090.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/13969058-116677820733587555?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116677820733587555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116677820733587555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116677820733587555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116677820733587555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116669255323337952</id><published>2006-12-21T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:52:44.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, do come to this gig and if you wanna read about my Bangkok trip, just go find my new blog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/612693/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/348443/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116669255323337952?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116669255323337952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116669255323337952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116669255323337952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116669255323337952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-guys-do-come-to-this-gig-and-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116581681403815490</id><published>2006-12-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:00:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you could be my unintended choice&lt;br /&gt;to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one i'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could be the one who listens &lt;br /&gt;to my deepest inquisitions &lt;br /&gt;you could be the one i'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there as soon as i can&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still mending the broken pieces of the life i had before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116581681403815490?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116581681403815490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116581681403815490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116581681403815490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116581681403815490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-could-be-my-unintended-choice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116555225992867046</id><published>2006-12-08T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:31:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Typical girly girls can be extraordinarily petty, snappy and needy.&lt;br /&gt;Those with their pretty heels, short skirts and stupid hair. They irritate the life out of me, those prissy little bitches. &lt;br /&gt;Why do these girls insist on doing things their way? &lt;br /&gt;Why are they so freaking spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always find the need to whine?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just tell people off if they're not happy with them?&lt;br /&gt;Why must they put up a front every single time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I would call them fakes, but everyone is fake one way or another, you can't be blatantly honest about every single thing, honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls; their lives revolve around shopping, dieting (that never works cos they're too lazy to do a few sit-ups every night), complain and bitch about their boyfriends or even people who don't matter in the first place. People who are not not even related to them in any slight way. They twist their words around, act cute and sweet or flirt to get what they want. They only work so they can buy the most ridiculous things like another pair of heels which looked like the ones they're wearing now, outfits that look just like the ones in their wardrobe or another horrendous handbag that they think is hot cos they saw Nicole Richie clutching it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the tackier and trashier, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. They have got no style. They just copy and paste what they see in a magazine and onto themselves - even if it means their body shapes do not suit the clothes worn by waif-anorexic/bulimic models. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh now the 'punk' style is so in and I'm going to this gig where I have no idea what bands are playin but I think the singer is so hot so I'm going and I wanna buy a tight black short skirt to pair it with my stockings and put on a studded belt. Oh my God, I'll look so hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somehow, you feel like you best fit the above description of a retarded bimbo who's got nothing productive to do in life apart from shopping with your dad's credit card and dining at expensive restaurants at the expense of your friends' or boyfriend's money, don't bother to take offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably starting to whine to the unfortunate human sitting near you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116555225992867046?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116555225992867046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116555225992867046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116555225992867046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116555225992867046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116542179625414279</id><published>2006-12-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:04:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One time my mom cooked sambal goreng and told me I should try it when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;But when I reached home after a late night out with friends, I forgot about it and went straight to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I cried to sleep with a different reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you think all that matters in your life is that one person. &lt;br /&gt;All the regrets you ever had were forgotten due to that mistake. &lt;br /&gt;All the things you hold dear, don't mean a shit to you now. &lt;br /&gt;All the bad memories you ever had were replaced by those good times shared. &lt;br /&gt;All the friends you had ignored are actually those who truly cared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the things that I have said or done, they hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter side of note, here are photos taken at JB gig.&lt;br /&gt;FC Five Hardship Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a failed attempt to look like Mary Kate Olsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/589214/FC%205%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/82779/FC%205%20017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us with the vocalist, Tomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/654532/FC%205%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/69191/FC%205%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/545380/FC%205%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/929502/FC%205%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/333733/FC%205%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/100113/FC%205%20009.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/13969058-116542179625414279?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116542179625414279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116542179625414279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116542179625414279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116542179625414279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-time-my-mom-cooked-sambal-goreng.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116477686324896573</id><published>2006-11-29T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:12:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i realise i do this alot, posting random pictures on my god forsaken blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we do when we have our lunch break. The reason why I haven't been lunching for two or three weeks =) kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/110509/trio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/575073/trio2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/945260/trio5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/687160/trio5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/193972/trio8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/137116/trio8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, my sweet friend Jonathan brought me to the Channel V launch party and I happened to bump into Ryan Star and he wanted to take a photo with me, saying, "I've never seen a tomboy wear a tube top before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Riiight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/792572/joannaryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/934857/joannaryan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the glam and glitter, I decided to appear together with all my friends in a local magazine called Catalog. How hot are we man :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/966249/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/752226/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I was watching My Love music video (yet again for the hundredth time) and found this out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/1600/781603/justinferoze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1090/519/400/358898/justinferoze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my story telling rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116477686324896573?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116477686324896573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116477686324896573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116477686324896573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116477686324896573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-some-random-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116417113025248695</id><published>2006-11-22T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:52:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you holding my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116417113025248695?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116417113025248695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116417113025248695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116417113025248695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116417113025248695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-miss-you-holding-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116399241570945655</id><published>2006-11-20T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:32:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was fun with Casandra and Shalu. I love how they can make me laugh without much effort. And I'm backing out from the dance competition. Lame-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jon for bringing me to the Channel V launch party. I really enjoyed myself and Shalu, even if you didn't get the invite, at least you got a photo with Ryan Star. HAHA. I took 2 photos with him and *AHEM* Jon, I'm kinda waiting for them to be sent to my email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an extra Channel V tag for him. But he's avoiding me and I broke that thing in half at the Substation gig. That wasn't the only thing that broke. &lt;br /&gt;The slave flash I bought for him on his birthday was almost smashed into pieces. &lt;br /&gt;My head almost got smashed into bloody pieces. I can't help it, I just love dancing to hardcore music and body-surfing like nobody's business. People keep landing on me and I keep landing on people. Injuries twofold after JB's gig on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC FIVE WEEKEND WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;The line-up at Substation gig was great! There was one unforgetable band. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't really get the anime soundbites in between their songs. &lt;br /&gt;They sound really good. Like a hardcore version of Muse. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Eleven was super TUFF GUY HARDCORE. Incredible set man! &lt;br /&gt;And they did Comeback Kid covers on both Saturday and Sunday!! woooo!&lt;br /&gt;My Precious got everyone shaking their booties as usual and FC FIVE WAS GOD DAMN ENTERTAINING! &lt;br /&gt;I went IN-MAFUCKING-SANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same effects on Sunday and the cover of Refused's Rather Be Dead - HOT DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to JB with Cher, Nessi and Yati for their tour pit stop after Singapore and I had a shock once I entered the club. Last Minute was playing and it was a girl-fronted hardcore band uh cheebye! WOOHOOO! Not being sexist or anything, but to see that petite girl jump around on stage with so much energy, it made me feel so empowered. The line-up for JB's gig was as excellent as Singapore's or shall I say, better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think all this description is useless without photographs. So let's just wait til Nessi's done with uploading the photos, which include one of us and Tomy, vox of FC FIVE :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude has beautiful tatts. Makes me feel like having some too.&lt;br /&gt;But nah, not gonna pull an els*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116399241570945655?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116399241570945655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116399241570945655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116399241570945655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116399241570945655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116367286145739046</id><published>2006-11-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:27:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess its really the end.&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone convinced you that it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;and that includes yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fiona, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116367286145739046?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116367286145739046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116367286145739046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116367286145739046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116367286145739046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-its-really-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116352438467146125</id><published>2006-11-15T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:15:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New girl to check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADY SOVEREIGN&lt;br /&gt;[thats it, gonna get myself a new era hat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/ladysovereign1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/ladysovereign1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New music videos to ogle at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saints Are Coming - U2 &amp; Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Love Like Winter - AFI&lt;br /&gt;Fergalicious - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;My Love - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna then fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we are is all we started&lt;br /&gt;or could all be gone &lt;br /&gt;SO LETS BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder if I'll ever finish all that I started&lt;br /&gt;and the answer I have found is NO&lt;br /&gt;No I'll never finish all that I started&lt;br /&gt;Because life is about the process and not the results&lt;br /&gt;A constant work in progress&lt;br /&gt;And I won't have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm weak and dependant&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for telling me I keep pushing you away&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know I'm not really wanted&lt;br /&gt;So i'll just hang around til&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be weak&lt;br /&gt;But I'm determined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116352438467146125?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116352438467146125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116352438467146125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116352438467146125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116352438467146125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-girl-to-check-out-lady-sovereign.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116348149055125033</id><published>2006-11-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:18:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORE RAYA PHOTOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Harie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we looked kinda tipsy but we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zana and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sureya and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining but we still arrive at his place in glamour and glitter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train on the way to his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sureya's&lt;br /&gt;Mabel told me I look wee bit like Lindsay Lohan in this one :D&lt;br /&gt;And Nurul looks like she wants to kiss my cute nose :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sarima's&lt;br /&gt;She had a really nice haircut! I love her bangs *pow pow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/raya19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still more, more and more. But just not for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116348149055125033?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116348149055125033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116348149055125033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116348149055125033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116348149055125033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-raya-photos-at-haries-yeah-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116339254182745973</id><published>2006-11-13T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:35:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HARI RAYA MASS COMM 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First house was Sureya's.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. You could guess what we did once we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do what we do best - Camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MCMRaya2006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/MCMRaya2006%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MCMRaya2006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/MCMRaya2006%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Zana's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, she has the cosiest room. I miss having my own room :(&lt;br /&gt;And here's a shot of the latest girl band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MCMRaya2006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/MCMRaya2006%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pethetic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MCMRaya2006%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/MCMRaya2006%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Harie's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I look like an Eurasian with hazel eyes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MCMRaya2006%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/MCMRaya2006%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm too busy to post the rest.&lt;br /&gt;These were from Nurul's camera. Hopefully, Ness post up her photos on her LJ and I'm still waiting for Sureya's photos.&lt;br /&gt;Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only this happiness lasts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116339254182745973?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116339254182745973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116339254182745973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116339254182745973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116339254182745973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya-mass-comm-2006-first-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116314600191673500</id><published>2006-11-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:06:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;I've been binging everyday.&lt;br /&gt;No breakfast or lunch for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I eat, I eat very fast.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Marcus asked me to photograph his band.&lt;br /&gt;A real band photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I won't be too busy to miss this out.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating about Friday Clothing. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, its still in existent - just kinda stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;Feroze has been very busy with school, the tour and Melanie Murder is recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helping out by organising a gig for the tour. Details will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still hopeful over Friday Night Fever compilation CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more manpower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm designing DVD series covers for ESPN's &lt;em&gt;The Difference &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you watch the episode on Candra, the badminton player, you could've seen my name in the credits. I helped translate Bahasa Indonesia to English for the subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the person who can barely speak proper Malay had a chance to do a thing like that. The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click to enlarge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/insideprocesstour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/insideprocesstour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/yosfest_web.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/yosfest_web.png" 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/13969058-116314600191673500?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116314600191673500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116314600191673500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116314600191673500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116314600191673500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-isnt-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116306830069258812</id><published>2006-11-09T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:46:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still young but no longer oppresionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[when spongebob meets patrick and gary the snail]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20019.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20017.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20021.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[then spongebob bumped into squidward]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20020.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmprh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/spongebob%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/spongebob%20030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time we have a first class motive and we should start.&lt;br /&gt;down here is our time. and we will shine.&lt;br /&gt;you're going under! we have come to take it over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we be friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116306830069258812?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116306830069258812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116306830069258812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116306830069258812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116306830069258812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-young-but-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116260532304073096</id><published>2006-11-04T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:55:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all my friends who have been there for me. &lt;br /&gt;even if you guys never realised,&lt;br /&gt;you're the ones who have kept me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to Zad, this picture - thank you, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/baybeats%20311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/baybeats%20311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Cassandra, thanks for the edit. &lt;br /&gt;[we're hot siaaaaaaa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/jo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/noname1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/noname1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/noname2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/noname2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/noname3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/noname3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/noname4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/noname4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the small things that make me happy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news to those who want free food and ogle at big houses. (pfft)&lt;br /&gt;i'm having an &lt;strong&gt;Open House&lt;/strong&gt; on the 11th and 12th nov.&lt;br /&gt;since the mass comm kids are going out for raya on the 11th, lets stop by my crib after 4pm and have a feast.&lt;br /&gt;the rest, do drop by on Sunday, 12 nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116260532304073096?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116260532304073096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116260532304073096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116260532304073096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116260532304073096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-all-my-friends-who-have-been-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-116123010724488916</id><published>2006-10-19T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:55:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melanie Murder photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/1301920717_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/1301920717_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/1301926640_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/1301926640_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/1302191052_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/1302191052_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/1301975159_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/1301975159_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSCF4247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSCF4247.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSCF4245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSCF4245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSCF4254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSCF4254.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSCF4260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSCF4260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSCF4257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSCF4257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz, the drummer brought cooking untensils as props. Plus, all of them love to eat, so I guess the theme made sense :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Oak3 Films has been great for me. I did casting for an Arts Central show and Singapore Idol finalists were seen in and out of my office for some commercial shoot or something. So far I've only helped out in one onset production and to think that it was on the first day of fasting, I can't believe I actually survived. Working and meeting up with friends help me put my mind, brains and soul to ease. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although things have been unstable and overall, fucked up, we march ahead and strive for the best. I know, I know, this sounds all too cliche and corny. But hey, everyone needs to be surrounded by love and company, no matter what happened, no matter how much shit you put others through, how much shit has been thrown to you, you stand up, dust off the dirt and swallow regret. (sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times I get too serious and when I'm not, I'm labelled childish or naive. But whatever it is, I have come to terms with my being extremely insecure to the point where I hurt not myself, but others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been a smooth month and even if things got worst, I just pray that I can handle it and not go berserk or make another irrational decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, afraid to be alone. So don't leave me, I'm begging you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-116123010724488916?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/116123010724488916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=116123010724488916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116123010724488916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/116123010724488916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/10/melanie-murder-photoshoot-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115511183727534584</id><published>2006-08-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:23:57.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, the (pathetic) week break has just got started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, Happy Birthday Singapore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some photos taken during the last day of each class. I've yet to post the ones taken in Media Law class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Public Relations class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print Journalism class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet another one where I almost choked someone to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Visions Inc - on the day we had to pitch our PR campaign against HIV/AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is classic - me humping Amanda who is always reluctant to do candid poses and Shalu appearing out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Sorry Nurul, I just couldn't help it. Like you said, we're all very PhotoShop-savvy, just as how you are when it comes to pictures involving David Beckham. *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/web2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least - a very terrified boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed myself with the best of mates in Advanced PR class. Tonight we might be partying at the new club beside Momo. But before that, we'll be at Devil's Bar for the free drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh Heh. Yeah I know, as a student of Advertising Creatives class of 2006, we enjoyed the perks of meetings and discussions in pubs and clubs with drinks all sponsored by the agency, like almost every single week. Haha. Boo ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm gonna miss that class. And believe it or not, I'm gonna miss Print Journalism too. Take a look at the cover of our hype magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do grab a copy of these babies anywhere in town (especially Flash &amp; Splash and Nike stores) and also not forgetting a copy of Tribune newspaper, which can only be found scattered around Ngee Ann Polytechnic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word - pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115511183727534584?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115511183727534584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115511183727534584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115511183727534584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115511183727534584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-pathetic-week-break-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115440976953088011</id><published>2006-08-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:22:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/RidePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/RidePhoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family acted as tourists one Sunday afternoon. It was hilarious, I think we caused pretty much a scene when I yelled at one luge ride attendant just because he scolded my brother. I am protective over him. If I have a shotgun, the first perosn I'll shoot would be the next door girl who broke my brother's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/brotown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/brotown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan, Feroze and I have become best buds over these few weeks, I think we bonded during Baybeats. (Speaking of which, you guys should check out Calerway, they gave me some kick-ass merch! Thanks to Feroze who designed them a tee) He got us Bro' Town DVD and we'll be watching it at my place or something. I heard it's a must-watch TV series airing in New Zealand. The boys really hit it up, sometimes making me wonder - why isn't my boyfriend gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, updates, people.&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and I got ourselves internship at OAK3 FILMS! Yeah, I was hoping for a creative ad company but Oak3 Films is just as brilliant. Their portfolio's impressive and since school's workload starting to die down (and I'm starting to sleep more. WOOOHOO!), we'll be making some arrangements with the producer for a meeting. I'm quite nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a part-time job photographing Lan gamers next week for 4 days. HAHA! What a cunt. The pay's great though, which just means one thing - I'll be shopping at Image 2001 very soon! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I want to start collecting CDs again. Fuck piracy, I say! (Yeah right) Oh, the other day when we watched Hard Candy at Cathay Cineleisure, the movie went mute halfway through the show and Jerome (vox of Sky In Euphoria) got us awesome deals! We now have in our hands, 2 free movie tickets each for ANY show. Who's da man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another not-so-good news, my friends been telling me they're sick of seeing me all around school HAHAHAHHAHAHA. Yeah, check out the next issue of Tribune newspaper, Hype mag and the Balik Kampong posters for evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the narcism begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115440976953088011?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115440976953088011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115440976953088011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115440976953088011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115440976953088011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-family-acted-as-tourists-one-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115240146500559242</id><published>2006-07-09T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:27:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite a number have already known that I went to Bali and seen the photos. Took me quite a while to resize them and school's workload has never been this bad. So I'm too lazy to post any Bali photos, Hype photoshoot photos or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a gig at this claustrophobic sauna, got 2 free lollipops, it was part of the show (Giant Lollipop). Not many people turned up, quite sad but managed to record Melanie Murder on video. Although the visual's bad, the audio was crystal clear (according to a source). IJ is so fucking dark and warm but I guess when talks about getting an aircon are over, we can finally do a benefit-gig or something cos I can't stand being in that room for long. Maybe if we got enough funds, we should buy some spotlights to put on stage, it'd be great lighting. And now I wonder who they hell I'm giving suggestions to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom and also cos my Bali photos are at home which means no Bali pics here (DUH), I saw one of those stupid lame quizes I used to take when I'm fatally bored and decided to try one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=18356"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You a Scene Kid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz4/18356/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE AS FUCK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENNNENENENE YES! Most likely you're really not TRYING to be scene, but you definitely are. You probably love bands like From First to Last, Underoath, Norma Jean, Roses are Red, etc. and people can pretty much catch you at any show. Music is a big part of your life and so is having good style and trying to look good. BOYS- The girls love you, and of course, you love them too!!! You have your guy friends.. but hey why hang with them when all these beautiful girls are wanting you? GIRLS- You just love the guys, course you love your girlies too.. but what's better than cuddling with a cute Scene Boy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an insult! This is horrifying bullshit. THE HORROR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the lord its Sunday. I'm gonna snooze til the end of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115240146500559242?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115240146500559242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115240146500559242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115240146500559242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115240146500559242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/07/quite-number-have-already-known-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115061252113136190</id><published>2006-06-18T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:52:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANAGNORISIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click photos for enlarged version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... xTHE RAINBOW OFFENSIVEx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/the%20rainbow%20offensive1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/the%20rainbow%20offensive1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd went wild in the circle pit. Hardcore dancing has never looked so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/pit1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/pit1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Feroze in his hoodie? I think at this point he was either doing a windmill or floor punching. (He's in the middle of the pit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/pit2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/pit2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive passive audience awaiting Before She Die's set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die6.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Before She Die(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-ed up fists! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/before%20she%20die2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/before%20she%20die2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough guy vocalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra6.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra8.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra10.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I got the shot of Feroze body flipping into the crowd! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/BODYFLIP.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/BODYFLIP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the bad lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra9.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewick's girlfriend should watch out, his boy was caught staring at the vocalist's crotch, oblivious to the surroundings - and the lens  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/ewickgay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/ewickgay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you Arts House was grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cassandra11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cassandra11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'd like to say thank you to this guy here for letting me use the camera. Hope you guys like the photos. If you want them, please tag and let me know first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/the%20rainbow%20offensive2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/the%20rainbow%20offensive2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of xTHE RAINBOW OFFENSIVEx,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your scene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115061252113136190?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115061252113136190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115061252113136190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115061252113136190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115061252113136190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/presenting-anagnorisis-click-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115052650106140742</id><published>2006-06-17T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:49:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my aunt living in UK, "HELLO TANTE! HOW YA DOIN'? Heehee. We're not using any street slang but I do recognise yours! "Blimey"! That's so Brit!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroze calls me a happy snapper but with a catch - he meant I can't stop snapping shots of myself, especially when someone hands me a digital camera. Heh. He should spend a day in FMS and observe everyone's reaction to a camera. &lt;br /&gt;*strikes pose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/WEDDING1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/WEDDING1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/WEDDING3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/WEDDING3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I (purposely) search for my favourite Mod model, Twiggy and found this on Google. She's wearing a similar red dress as moi! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/twiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/twiggy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long bloody last, I've finally gotten around to burning the Anagnorisis photos plus some others taken by Feroze (skate photos mostly) and here's one we've been waiting for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Joanna next to Dennis Lyxzen of Refused. YEAH YEAH YEAH! Pop goes your eyeballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Dennis%20%26%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/Dennis%20%26%20I.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Jason, our beloved friend, with Dennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jase%20dennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/jase%20dennis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sad that the photographer didn't get a chance to take a photo with him using his own camera. Sorry Feroze, I'll try to get Ian's girlfriend's contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm proud of him for all he has done. Especially of his latest work which was a CD cover design for Sky In Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/sky%20layout1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/sky%20layout1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, here are some band shots of Es War Einmal (Once Upon A Time), a local German band taken by Ferozee for their CD which he is designing for as well. Can you guess the location? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/_2A_00225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/_2A_00225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/_6A_00221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/_6A_00221.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/21A_00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/21A_00242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/36A_00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/36A_00251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're well taken huh. After this post, I'm so gonna show you the ones I took at a live show - Anagnorisis. &lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;But my skills can't be compared to someone who took photography for a whole year in New Zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115052650106140742?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115052650106140742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115052650106140742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115052650106140742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115052650106140742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-my-aunt-living-in-uk-hello-tante.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-115025040423632650</id><published>2006-06-14T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:58:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suhana &amp; Imran&lt;br /&gt;This is their wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[click photos for enlarged version]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrival of bride and groom. The guys walking with Liyana and Nadia are Uncle Imran's sons. Hakim was waving his hand like a President on NDP. Apparently, Adam (the older son) has a hot girlfriend *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newlyweds giving a speech both in English and Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridesmaids, Liyana and Nadia, Cik Suhana's daughters. I wonder where Hakim went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Liyana giving a speech on behalf of the rest of the siblings and step-siblings. Nice speech! At one point she pointed out (honestly) how her mom would laugh at even the lamest joke told by Uncle Imran. LOL. Spot on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophian, my brother. I love him so much! But he seem very reluctant to give me a hug, or at least accept one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana, my sister. I love her too and if you realise her and me, resembles Ali and Lindsay Lohan a lot. WAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Rose, my step-sis. She's naughty but I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Both my sisters are not wearing shoes. Why buy heels only to dish them out under the dinner table? *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroze and Joanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just CAN'T get him to smile or pose decently when taking photos with me. Grrr.. If you look at the rest of the photos with him in it, you'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a pleasant photo of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-dad Rick, sister Yana (Juliana), mom Sufiah, me, Rohaya my mom's friend, Feroze, my bro Yan (Sophian) and my uncle's girlfriend. Crap whatsername?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and The Grams. How cute are my grandparents? VERY! My grandpa danced that night and you should have seen the smile on my grandman's face. *sigh* I love seeing them together. And it was so adorable how he danced and did the twist with Georgia Rose! He's just trying to act fierce when taking photos. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind that guy in black with blue tie. &lt;br /&gt;*twist is a style of dance most popular in the 50s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom in her Indian costume, Indian accessories and Indian hairstyle with my sisters and my grandparents. My mother loves dressing up, especially for special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a hearty Indian meal. They announced that the ladies and children should line up for the buffet first, so by the time it was the guys' turn, my bro, my dad and Feroze were scowling cos the only thing left were the veggies. HAHAHAHA. The waiters did top up the food though, they were just not fast enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just babies gettin jiggy on stage during the dance which was after the dinner and some World Cup watching (guys can be so sneaky. They can sniff out cable TV ANYWHERE man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That small boy right there, dancing with my sister, was seen humping the floor, chair and shaking his bum 360 degree almost everywhere, the dancefloor, stage, stairs, anything he can get his body on. I THINK HE WAS HIGH ON SMACK! Damn hyper sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Rose and the the future pussycat dolls. These 2 girls in white really burnt up the dancefloor. They danced with such grace - almost as if you can picture them to be future clubbers. LOL. They're super cute. They really danced to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be the funniest moment during the wedding. Hakim, unlike my quiet, slightly introverted brother, was harrassing a lot of people on the dancefloor. He kept pestering Yan to dance but he wouldn't budge. The solution? Give him a lap dance. HAHAHAHHAHA. Gross. He was like licking his lips and making seductive eye contact with my brother! LOL. The slightly scary part was when he did the same thing to Feroze and Feroze responded with a pout and wink. OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how terrified my bro is! HAHAHAHAHA. At this point, hakim was trying to grind on his thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/16.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was fun. Dinner was just brilliant (the bread and butter pudding for dessert ROCKS!) and the dance was filled with happy people prancing around. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, it ended with the last dance from the wedded couple, a slow and romantic one, to the (cheesy) sweet crooning of Ronan Keating's "When You Say Nothing At All".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together now, "Awwww....!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-115025040423632650?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/115025040423632650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=115025040423632650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115025040423632650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/115025040423632650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/suhana-imran-this-is-their-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114984075166632640</id><published>2006-06-09T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:14:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go to this gig tomorrow while I go to a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;*bawls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they clash? &lt;br /&gt;It's (not) okay, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cuttheshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/cuttheshit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who are attending Cik Suhana's wedding tomorrow at Singapore Swimming Club, see y'all there, yo! We be crunkin the party! And this is the best I can come up with for a shizzle ma nizzle pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSC02660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSC02660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another gig I couldn't go due to school. Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/bigtroubleonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/bigtroubleonline.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I was browsing through MySpace and saw a nice photo taken of prison-like IJ studios with the poster pasted on the gates (of hell). It is THAT hot in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/28gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/28gig.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/13969058-114984075166632640?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114984075166632640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114984075166632640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114984075166632640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114984075166632640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-to-this-gig-tomorrow-while-i-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114943709903174442</id><published>2006-06-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:04:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These were taken at Pete's Place for Mother's Day cum Feroze's Birthday cum my maid, Angeline's Birthday. I just scanned them so that's prolly why they turn our lookin like half over-exposed and half just plain bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Feroze, me, my mom, step-dad, sis, bro and maid. Look at Feroze, look at how blur he is. *shakes head* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mothers%20day%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mothers%20day%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's one clown you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mothers%20day%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mothers%20day%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my mom with her 3 kids plus one newly adopted one, vying for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mothers%20day%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mothers%20day%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom. She's the only person who understands me well and by far the only one who had to endure me having an imaginary friend when I was 4. Why must I be so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mothers%20day%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mothers%20day%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big birthday boy blowing a tiny candle and I still look at him endearingly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mothers%20day%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mothers%20day%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised something. I haven't been posting about gigs. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guys, there's one coming up in IJ next week. I'll post up the flyer in another post tomorrow cos I want to sleep now. LOL. As for the Big Trouble In Little IJ, there was a Wall of Death between the East side and West side (which the North side merge with. LOSERS!) and although I didn't attend due to truckloads of school work, I can safely conclude that EAST SIDE WON what with the most recent one held at IJ on June 3 where I came right before Under Attack played. HEHE! I think from all the talking in Lion City DIY forums, we can ALL conclude who the real winners here are :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAST SIDE EAST SIDE EAST SIDE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. If anyone from other countries were to read this, they'd think we islanders are fuckin losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114943709903174442?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114943709903174442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114943709903174442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114943709903174442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114943709903174442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-were-taken-at-petes-place-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114897542125074048</id><published>2006-05-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:57:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom has gotten back with sis and step sis and she bought me loads of stuff from the US with a life time supply of gum. Goodness. The list also includes pink military hat, some mod ear-rings, a wallet and a tee that says "You Could Never Be This Cute", which unfortunately is too short for me. I love the fitting but I hate the way it stops right at my waist. I have a very high waist and I despise how it makes my body looks so short. And she promised me she'd buy me a pair of heels. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising Creatives class has been cancelled for this week and the next. So I'm stuck here at home blogging nonsense while thinking of a new angle for that People Feature. &lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go out later to buy a much needed tape recorder and an analog Nikkon camera (I've been wanting a lomo camera since secondary school so *AHEM* do think of lomography when June 23 nears). &lt;br /&gt;My mom gave me a $100!! YEEPEE!&lt;br /&gt;I can now take photos at gigs again! And I thank God I have someone who owns fish-eye lens and a slave flash *smirks* &lt;br /&gt;Life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are looking at cars to purchase once he gets his licence. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/F%26J3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/F%26J3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a new found photo of SuperGirl at SYMC, the heroine to the rescue of a helpless boy named Arman. LOL. He is so light.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/IMG_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/IMG_1893.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken at Raffles City when we were out with Hafyz, drummer of A Vacant Affair. I forgot what we were doing but I think I met the boys after they bought tees for their lines and some bandannas for The Rainbow Offensive or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those nights spent doing miraculously nothing but something. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/joanna2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/joanna2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is made completely out of Lego and this one really makes me wanna sprint to the cinema and catch Pirates of The Carribean 2. Hah, but it's not out yet. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/lego2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/lego2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is Captain Jack Sparrow smuggling crack into the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/lego1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/lego1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/terror.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/terror.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about tough guy hardcore. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114897542125074048?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114897542125074048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114897542125074048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114897542125074048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114897542125074048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mom-has-gotten-back-with-sis-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114880999330896767</id><published>2006-05-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:24:00.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore Youth media Conference 2006&lt;br /&gt;The only time where I had the chance to feel like a freak parading in Disney Land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forums held were about Pop Culture and Dollars &amp; Dreams, yet some of those (particularly young, ignorant or *ahem* JC kids) who asked questions to the panelists seem like they were a bunch of uncultured people with no dreams, only a sense of Kiasu-ism and lack of general knowledge were oozing out of them. Honestly, the parallel sessions given by a handful of University students made me want to ask them, "How the hell did you manage to enter Uni?" Apart from that, I'd like to congratulate Reka (Elvis Presley) and Reza (Storm) for dressing (and torturing) themselves as Pop Icons and winning the title for Best Dressed. Have fun at the MTV Asia Movie Awards, guys! HAHAHAHA I didn't even know there was even such an award show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the glorious pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalu was the first to take a photo with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/shalu%2C%20supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/shalu%2C%20supergirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by Nurul and Faz outside the Convention Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/nurul%2C%20supergirl%2C%20faz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/nurul%2C%20supergirl%2C%20faz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorro, Supergirl and Princess Fiona (of Shrek) formed the strangest threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/zorro%2C%20supergirl%2C%20princess%20fiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/zorro%2C%20supergirl%2C%20princess%20fiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm and Supergirl. Psst, she won but nobody noticed the hole in her tight pants except for me! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/storm%26supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/storm%26supergirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, I saw a hair curler thingy and thought it was a dildo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/supergirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddin of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ANAGNORISIS WAS HOT! I loved that gig but damn my period. Because of cramps I couldn't hardcore dance or mosh! I'm a feminist who hates being a woman. &lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;Photos will be uploaded (good ones of cos) when they've been developed and burnt into CD. We use analog cameras, you see. And speaking of photos, I've yet to burn the ones I took with *AHERRM* DENNIS of REFUSED and upload to let you guys see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSANDRA was sick! Its too bad their set wasn't prolonged. They were brilliant, we were ecstatic. The whole room was filled with a LOT of Singaporeans and Malaysians who knew what they were doing and it was rare to see around 200 to 300 kids enjoying themselves like that. Although there were some annoying dummies who couldn't pull off Kungfu to save their ass, the gig was awesome. The vibe, the atmosphere, the emotions. They existed last night. Right there in the room in Art House, called 'Play Den'. And you wanna know what the irony was? There was a formal convention going on right next door. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE SHE DIE was also good. Why? They started off with a cover of As I Lay Dying's "Forever". I was taking photos of these Malaysian bands and to hear the first one play one of my favourites, I really felt like just throwing that camera and joining the pit. You know, thank God, that FM2 belongs to Feroze and not me. Even if he didn't take any photos last night. We were so psyched over the gig, what with The Rainbow Offensive bandannas (all 10 pieces were grabbed and worn proudly by our fellow peers! HELL YEAH) and hoodies. Owen, Ahmad, Syawal, Jason and many more fist danced and windmilled the night away. It was a sight I wouldn't forget. CRAZY SHIT MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hoped I got a snap of Feroze body-flipping into the crowd from the stage and of all of them hardcore dancing in a circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anagnorisis was grand.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the organisers for letting us in free and treating us all who were involved in one way or another to the sumptuous supper at Simpang Bedok after the gig. Last night was also one of the few occasions I laughed until I felt like vomitting and peeing at the same time. Hilarious bullshit was going on eveywhere. Zad with his face, Dyl with his constant jokes, Ian with his gay crap and Feroze with his very out-of-point humor. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. Syadie's name was also abused several times. Rabia, send me the photos taken please!! Rabia must have found her boyfriend bizzare. Suhayl was fuckin funny man. &lt;br /&gt;Fun Zone indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114880999330896767?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114880999330896767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114880999330896767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114880999330896767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114880999330896767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-youth-media-conference-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114836699566181436</id><published>2006-05-23T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:03:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this picture reminds me of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9th month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about split personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 for Friday Clothing is here and the first 2 designs are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/swindleweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/swindleweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/swindlegirlsweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/swindlegirlsweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you guys can jolly well guess who the faces behind the fierce-looking bandannas are. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me with Shahida at Starbucks discussing the launch party for Friday Night Fever with Feroze. (notice how we're not very serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DSC02394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DSC02394.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114836699566181436?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114836699566181436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114836699566181436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114836699566181436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114836699566181436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-this-picture-reminds-me-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114818379542406494</id><published>2006-05-21T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:01:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DaVinci Code &lt;br /&gt;Da Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for watching it in advance guys. I foresee heavy workload on Monday so I couldn't afford an offer of watching it on Saturday. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, the feeling was almost like watching The Gospel of Judas on National Geographic. But way more intense than that, obviously because this was a controversial film masquarading as a thriller. Nevertheless, do not believe in movie reviews. I mean, come one, most of the reviews made are by Christians, so you get my drift. It's just like those reviews of V for Vendetta. They're all slaves of government, so to keep their asses safe, they do a terrible review for one of the most revolutionary films that held the most meaningful idea of getting over oppression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;I'm studying to be someone in the media industry.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how many arguments we've made to go against certain ideas in school, we know that our voices would not be heard when we enter the real business. Face it, even right now in school, majority of kids are purely fakes sucking up to either the lecturers or group leaders or any other authority figures that own absolute privilege in dafaming them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key here is to be a complete suck up, be a mediocre and still get praises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's someone in the room with a fresher idea, stand up for his or her own rights, this person would just be considered a loud mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're Christian or Muslim or any religion for that matter, yes, you might be offended of materials (even though it's freaking fiction) that contradict what you've been brought up to believe, but think about it. You have also been brought up to think and believe that yours is the ONLY right path to God or to heaven so isn't there already a flaw in your part? To not accept that different people have different faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of those Chritians writing in to the papers on how this movie would delude the minds of young Chritians or influence them into changing faith, etc. And I'm sick of the fact that when there are REAL cowards with inadequate knowledge of Islam, deem it as a bad religion, one that promotes violence and that only claims to be a peaceful one but always killing others, with depictions through cartoons, protests, websites (this is a public domain, virtually anyone can read this. Take a look at www.antimuslims.blogspot.com) etc. BUT THERE ARE FEWER COMPLAINTS OF SUCH CRUELTY AND WRONGFUL ACCUSATIONS AS COMPARED TO COMPLAINTS MADE OVER A FUCKIN FICTIONAL MOVIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick to my stomach of Muslims who commit sins and then when bad things happen to them, their answer is "It's God's fate" or when someone does something not to their liking, they would blame it on Satan. Blame it on others not on oneself - this seems to be a favourable moto especially amongst people of the older generation who are dying and only praying last minute, where they can be redeemed and sent to heaven. Why? cos they're counting the days til they're swiped off the face of this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that. I admit I've committed a lot of sins but I've never blame it on God when things go wrong. All this stupid Asian mindset of Islam and how they manipulate it so much to cater to their fuckin traditions. And when the young do not want to follow such traditions, they would say we're not following the religion. For fuck's sakes, you've been misled. Not us. You taught us all the extreme knowledge of Islam and you skip certain pages in the Quran so we would view things your way. What is this? I quit religious school cos the freakin rules of Islam in ASIAN RELIGIOUS CLASSES are not made by the writings of the Quran. They were just rules to abide to so these people can have a feeling of power. Everywhere you go, it's the same, everyone when given the power of authority would eventually abuse it. I went to class every Sunday to learn what Islam is but whenever i question, they told me to shut up because we are not allowed to question what God has given us. And when I come and stand for assembly, a male Muslim teacher would look me up and down, saying that he is only doing a job of checking whether or not our uniforms are in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fuckin sexually oppressed and you're looking at pre teen girls in tudungs, completely covered head to toe, in a very inappropriate way and you say you're checking the uniform? You tell girls to not do this or that, to not clip your nails, wash your hair when you have your period, to not do alot of unhygienic matters when you're bleeding down there, and the reason you give is its simply what God wants of you. Then tell me why in other modules, you would emphasise the importance of good hygiene in Islam. You tell me that when a woman gets raped or molested, it is mostly their fault due to the way they dress. You tell me that if my dad wants to remarry after divorce, he is free to do so but if my mom needs a companion after being left by her husband for another woman, my mom is not entitled to happiness with another man. You tell me that when we have a family, the breadwinner must be the husband and that I must follow everything he says. You tell me all these things that make me so unhappy being a female, you broke my faith.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions are just rituals done over and over again to make it a norm among a group of people. They are not to be confused with rituals done in the name of God. So why do these Asians still jumble them all up and asume that (eg) giving away eggs at weddings is a must for Malay Muslims? And in Singapore, what the fuck is wrong with people tagging everyone who is Malay as being Muslim. And then when there's a white Muslim, they would be act surprised and still ask if these people fast or pray or do as what Muslims do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they really that dumb? Why be so ignorant of people's beliefs and yet feel the need to insult them? WHY? Is it because you love to see a definite flaw in our belief so that it makes you feel good into thinking that yours is the right one? It's pathetic. You go to church every Sunday and that makes you a staunch Christian who has a right to deem other religions wrong? You pray five times a day as a Muslim and that gives you the right to tell men that they can have 4 wives if they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only have 4 wives if you are rich enough and can afford to be fair to all. But think again, if you were to spend equal amount of everything with each wife, there are 7 days in a week. Tell me now if 7 is an odd or even number. Don't tell me that you stupid Singaporean Malay man who have no more than $2000 monthly income, visits brothels every weekend with your horny buddies at Batam can afford 4 wives and have equal amount of sex, equal time spent, equal money for each wife's kids, etc. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. Equality does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to use this stupid privilege for a person with a penis, just so it would benefit you and your perverted ways. Your horniness, shall I call it. Remember that report on the Muslim teacher who had like 10 wives and fucks all his daughters and claim that it felt wrong but he still had to do it? FUCK YOU. You're a shameless pervert who abused the power of being a husband and a father to all those women who trusted you (mainly due to their lack of education) and expect everyone else to think in the same wavelength as you? As how you perceived Islam? That is no longer Islam. Islam never taught you incest nor does it promote multiple marriages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainless. We should all just buy an English version of the Quran or in whatever language you are most comfortable in and read what Islam really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are no more than just a coward hick when you judge people without hard facts and it's even worse when you manipulate hard facts to cater to your desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114818379542406494?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114818379542406494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114818379542406494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114818379542406494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114818379542406494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/davinci-code-da-bomb-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114753597989525991</id><published>2006-05-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:14:00.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/DHL%20balloon%20tix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/DHL%20balloon%20tix.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! We rode a hot air balloon at Bugis after our big feast at Pete's Place! YEAH! We were up 150m in the air and saw the roof of the National Library! Ok , that didn't sound happening but we laughed like hooligans up there due to the jokers in my family. Namely, dad, my bro and Feroze. Anyway, we also saw the roof of Gotham City building. Nope, not the club.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, dinner was, shall I say, extremely buono (Italian for 'good')! I love Pasta! I love Lasagne! I love Bruchetta! I love Ravioli! What I didn't really love was the strange liquorised choco cake topped with caramel sauce, which was strangely recommended by mom. *erm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I just got a shock of my life. My brother jumped off his seat cos Liverpool just tied a score with Westham United. Fuck. Scared the sh*t outta me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do boys jerk that way when they watch soccer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Gmax%20tix.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/Gmax%20tix.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While scanning the hot air ballon ticket, I decided to show off and scan the G-Max ticket as well. Heh. Yeah, I survived that thrilling reverse bungee ride with the unwilling partner, Feroze. If you ever have any intention of embarrassing me while you're at my crib, just play the VCD my parents bought, which was a recording done while we were screaming our heads off in the twirling seats. (Note that this ride was taken way before the bungee rope tore, as reported in the papers just recently).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114753597989525991?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114753597989525991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114753597989525991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114753597989525991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114753597989525991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day-we-rode-hot-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114751046311785131</id><published>2006-05-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:15:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/vanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/vanessa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why must all the girls I have a crush on turn out being sluts? (Lindsay Lohan. I adore her still.)&lt;br /&gt;There is such a thing as nip tape, Vanessa. However, it's ok, I still love you, you hot senorita. Grrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/friday%20on%20pop%20inc.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/friday%20on%20pop%20inc.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looky what I found and finally posted. Friday Clothing worn by Tristan of Saw Loser on Pop Inc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/crowned%20king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/crowned%20king.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me why tristan looks like an overgrown baby?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this gig's happening on May 18, Thursday night at Hard Rock. See what Tristan's wearing? &lt;br /&gt;Represent!&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday Clothing, Century design. And these posters are up for snatch all around town, eg. Image 2001, Sponge, 77th Street, etc. Funny how their posters are still not running out while the Anagnorisis ones are grabbed like hotcakes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night at Gotham was da bomb! I enjoyed myself tremendously, even if it was only with Mabel, Shalu and some of Shalu's friends. The place was kinda filled with older people, in their late 20s to 30s. So we were like the young blood but we danced til our legs trembled and our eyes crossed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party at Liquid Room tonight is canceled. For me cos I have to attend dinner at Pete's Place at Grand Hyatt to celebrate Mother's Day, Feroze's belated birthday and Angie's (my maid) birthday. ITALIAN FOOD HERE WE COME!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom described the place as one where we can easily picture Mafias gate crashing and having a shooting rampage. Hee. We'll be getting her the brown bag she wants tomorrow. Dad said the heels have to wait. Reason: she's got too many shoes. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114751046311785131?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114751046311785131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114751046311785131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114751046311785131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114751046311785131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-why-why-must-all-girls-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114732869310998969</id><published>2006-05-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:26:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/hats.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Friday hats that are soon to be released. And yes, this batch would be out way before the grey military hats which were designed quite a while back ago. That one has to wait.&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry Arman!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/broadcast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/broadcast1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come to this gig, it's for a good cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114732869310998969?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114732869310998969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114732869310998969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114732869310998969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114732869310998969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-are-friday-hats-that-are-soon-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114715050564066039</id><published>2006-05-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:59:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Designed by Feroze for the band from Norway, Fimus. Check them out on MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/fimus%20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/fimus%20banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were stolen from my friends' Friendster profile. &lt;br /&gt;Hope she doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;This was during her birthday celebration a few weeks back at Double O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/dblogirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/dblogirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys went senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/dbloboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/dbloboys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I have to admit I enjoyed MI3, I don't even wanna name the movie in full, man. &lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing when the movie you hate most and have avoided watching for 2 consecutive sequels, actually made you kinda like it. Stupid Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;But I reckoned it was just the  awesome sound effects. That's about it.No more credit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I over rated Maggie Q. She wasn't that hot, she looked extremely old and haggered. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna watch The Child, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted all my articles in time. Nyeh Nyeh. &lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to look forward to is Advertising Creatives and goin to Image with Shalu and gettin that The Starting Line tee! WEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114715050564066039?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114715050564066039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114715050564066039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114715050564066039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114715050564066039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/designed-by-feroze-for-band-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114698911193566791</id><published>2006-05-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:25:26.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is how I look like when I see datelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/J.scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/J.scared.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my reaction to last night's election. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/J.squint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/J.squint2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I cheated. I only watched the results and not the whole polling broadcast. Instead, we watched a superb Middle Eastern indie film, Paradise Now. And now I wanna watch a French indie film, The Child cos it looks so appallingly appealing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come to this gig that my friends are organising. We might be filming it but just come anyway cos Cassandra and Before She Die (it is not MY grammatical error, its the band's name *giggles*) from Malaysia hardcore scene are coming to town. Plus, this shize is gonna be held at Arts House, which according to some sources, is quite a grandeur. Pillars and all. &lt;br /&gt;And listen, tix are only 6bucks if you get in before 3pm and if you're in a group of 6, one person gets in FREE ;)&lt;br /&gt;Look out for Friday Clothing and other merch selling too. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/flyerfinalweb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/flyerfinalweb.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/flyer2final%20copyweb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/flyer2final%20copyweb.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gig flyers designed by: Feroze McLeod&lt;br /&gt;For a better view, click on the visuals.&lt;br /&gt;Huge sized posters of this gig are also sold at the gig itself, which is on 27th May. Imprint that in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit myspace.com/fridaynightfever and read more about the skate video which is currently in production led by Hafiz, the Friday Riders' manager.&lt;br /&gt;Wooo! Get ready for another Panic Attack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114698911193566791?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114698911193566791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114698911193566791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114698911193566791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114698911193566791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-how-i-look-like-when-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114649187582514849</id><published>2006-05-01T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:28:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th April 1987&lt;br /&gt;The date Feroze McLeod was born.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got him the Hurley-like jacket he had always wanted. He was so elated.&lt;br /&gt;And then I bought him a much needed slave flash, which was according to him the most perfect gift he'd ever had. His reaction - "Oh fuck, Oh my God, oh shit.. Oh fuck, Oh my God.. Oh fuck... You are so thoughtful! Why are you so smart?!!"&lt;br /&gt;Its a not only a twin flash, it comes with the stand that can be attached to your camera. He kept opening up the box repeatedly to check out his new toy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;But the last surprise that I got him left him almost crying. Weee! &lt;br /&gt;No I do not get satisfaction by crying boys. &lt;br /&gt;Robert Smith was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told our friends' band Hear Me Toby who were playing at Home club last night to wish him a very happy birthday, tell him I love him very much and pass him the birthday card signed by all of us. &lt;br /&gt;They even did something extra as to thank him for all the clothes he makes and sang a tune of "I can't live without you" which was pretty gay considering Suhayl was the vocalist. Anyway, I think that was the song title, forgive me if it wasn't :) And thank you again Zad for goin through all that trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Feroze. I'm really sorry bout today. I hope you enjoyed your first time birthday celebration with a girlfriend! HEH! And I'm very proud you're a Snow City photographer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New design for Paris In The Making comes in 2 different color combo done by the birthday boy (not sold yet, it'll be launched together with PITM album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/paris1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/paris1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/paris2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/paris2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the Green Grass Screening at Youth Park and caught only A Vacant Affair to record their performance. Initial plan was to video it properly with 3 cameras and edit to make a good music video but the third camera man couldn't make it and we were too late to pick up the HDV cam at Feroze's dad's. Ignorant organisers pushing their slot to 5pm didn't help either. But thank God it rained only after they played. Haha karma.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a very nice photo Arman, the Tribune (campus newspaper) designer, took of A Vacant Affair guitarists at the event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/project%20green%20grass%20%5B2%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/project%20green%20grass%20%5B2%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the local film, Green Grass, was very badly done. haha. *phew* That avoided me from wasting time watching it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news - finished all homework except for Fact Sheet for Print Journalism.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news - Granddad hospitalised due to heart attack. I love you Yai. I gave him hugs and kisses. I think the last time I did that was the first day of Hari Raya. I should do it often. He looked so happy when we embraced. And I'll pray  he will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114649187582514849?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114649187582514849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114649187582514849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114649187582514849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114649187582514849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/05/30th-april-1987-date-feroze-mcleod-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114597400287850352</id><published>2006-04-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T10:24:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/fad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/fad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig a load of this man! Hahahahahahahahha! Fad is da bomb. Those tits were the exact ones I was talkin bout when they had that Dress To Kill gig, Monster Mash, at IJ. He wore those plus some horrific get-up not to be mentioned (again). Haha. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's been okay but everyone in PrintJourn aren't sailing smooth through this sem. That, my friends, can be foreseen due to the WHOA deadlines and the WHOA workload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I guess its realism to the test. &lt;br /&gt;This is how it's gonna be for the rest of our adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics, politics, politics. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly heads popping up soon. But we all have to get through this together and suffer each other's torture. Really lookin forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fiona, for telling me all my electives are gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not a walk in the park doing Advertising Creatives where you have to constantly be creative (duh), Advanced PR where we have to come up with something totally new from something that has been done over and over again and Print Journalism where everyone will get screwed if datelines aren't met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather get screwed literally than be debarred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114597400287850352?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114597400287850352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114597400287850352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114597400287850352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114597400287850352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/dig-load-of-this-man-hahahahahahahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114551147376291884</id><published>2006-04-20T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:21:47.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that songs sung by English artistes are always more sincere than Americans'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of point but since people keep asking me to have a tagboard, I guess I would have one. Just wait for a bit while I update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ness, thank you for sending an email regarding the Sesame St tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, did anyone catch Pop Inc last night? Sorry I mentioned Tuesday when Saw Loser was actually interviewed on Wednesday, 11am and 7pm (rerun). Hah, my mistake there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's Tristan's but never mind, long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore the Drips design so I decided to put my dreaded specs on just to make sure I'm looking at a Friday tee on my TV set, and holy crap FRIDAY CLOTHING was crystal clear on the screen. DA BOMB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for the third season from Friday Clothing, now with 2 editions added up to boost this line up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday would now have the Riders' Edition and a Girls' Line.&lt;br /&gt;This season, Feroze would handle the designs for the normal Friday Clothing tees and the Riders' Edition while I would be designing the Girls' Line. Plus, we'll be coming up with a brand new logo for identity sake and although a few have came up, Feroze is still experimenting.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Once the tees are ready for sale, you can purchase them at:&lt;br /&gt;Bella Luna Studio,&lt;br /&gt;online at the all new indiewhispers.com,&lt;br /&gt;personal purchases through either me, Feroze or the streat team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the team, thank you for helping in the Friday Night Fever flyer distribution and future merch sales at gigs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Indie Whispers, they're gonna be part of the Friday Night Fever team and would be helping in the promotion and sales of the compilation CD. So when the CD's out late June, you can buy it online too. No hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way there'll be a launch gig, will tell ya guys more about it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Friday Clothing team, a new person in-charge of the riders named Hafiz Konek (his name is just surreal) would be working with us. There'll be a new meeting in talks about a sequel to Panic Attack, the skate video and he's gonna be dealing with the riders and promoting Friday in that scene. So yeah, hopefully this shit's gonne be big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is a Friday post. See y'all in the club tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do check out Arctic Monkeys, I just love the song WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN! The rhythm is stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114551147376291884?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114551147376291884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114551147376291884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114551147376291884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114551147376291884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-is-it-that-songs-sung-by-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114537658475450083</id><published>2006-04-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:09:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The movie Take The Lead was great, watched it as a double date with Jason and his girl, Joyce, and me with my boy Feroze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Banderas taught Vanessa how to tango on TRL just now as part of movie promo (ah you guys are all familiar with all this) and I think I got mighty jealous. &lt;br /&gt;Not cos I like Antonio, but cos I want Vanessa. Killer bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with DENNIS OF REFUSED on Sunday and also a bit on Monday before I had to rush to the vet to pick up my sick cat, Frodo. My poor baby, he got into a fight with the cat next door and had a pretty bad wound on his left shoulder. They had to give him jabs twice a day so he stayed at the vet from Saturday til Monday. We can't bear to leave him in there for long, what with stupid dogs barking their asses off in the cages in front of his, so we took him home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Frodo. &lt;br /&gt;I love you, FRODO!! &lt;br /&gt;I hope you get well soon, sayang, my darling kitty cat! MUACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Sunday, yeah, we met him at bout 4plus at Straits Records and I was freakin out bout the Rockstar Collective people mobbing him but thank God nothing of that sort happened. Only the record store guy was there and the rest of us who came with Dennis. When Jason and Isyraf told us bout the news RIGHT after Dear Arson played New Noise (by Refused, duh) we couldn't believe our ears. But heck, we had great convos about his band got a hold of Slayer demos, laughed about skinheads, talked more crap and had vegan food at Komala's before heading to the gig. At the gig, we wanted him to check Dyna Turmoil (Paris In The Making) out but their set was at bout 10plus pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just chilled around and watched a band cover Hatebreed which made Feroze ecstatic as hell and he enjoyed himsef with Jason, hardcore dancing while I stood with Patrick, Dennis and Ian's girlfriend. (Didn't participate in any form of dancing due to bruises caused by vigorous moshing in the previous night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to autograph my iPod nano and he did, front and back! Too bad, the ink's fading on the back but the one in front is still crystal clear. We took photos outside Substation and also before that at Peninsula before dinner at Komala's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so ya know, the rest of us stayed for Paris's set and boy, were they hella good!! I can't wait for them to cut an EP. PARIS IS ON FIRE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda weird thinking that there's this big shot with us and when we entered Sunstation, nobody made a move to kidnap him or something. Nada. No mob. No screaming (and there were those Third Place girls). Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. No one recognised Refused vox. &lt;br /&gt;Poor kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dennis passed the Redused Are Fucking Dead DVD to Patrick and since Pat doesn't own a tv (he used the money on a pool table instead. HAHAHAHA), we might be watching it in a group at someone's house some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gig, Dennis and Patrick (his friend of 15 years dey) went to catch a movie whie the rest of us gossiped and joked about certain kids in the scene - mostly the Lonsdale waering-doc martens boots-tight jeans lot. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that night was fun. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still smiling even though we didn't send him off to the airport due to some miscommunication between some people. But it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday, you get to hang out with a REAL ROCKSTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday's ending but my life's getting better. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy a Refused tee and wear it to school on my first day. How bout that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No first of all, new stocks for Image 2001 arrive on 25th so I guess that's outta the question. Maybe a pin would do. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no pics for this post. I promise, once i get my hands on the digital ones taken by Ian's girlfriend and/or the developed ones from Feroze film camera, I woud post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114537658475450083?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114537658475450083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114537658475450083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114537658475450083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114537658475450083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-take-lead-was-great-watched-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114525407516536434</id><published>2006-04-17T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:09:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jess-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/jess-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that, she copied my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT FUCKIN AWESOME NEWS YOU GUYS WOULD NEVER BELIEVE WOULD HAPPEN HERE IN SUNNY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't mention on the previous post was that there was a secret meeting for Sunday before going to Substation gig. It was only among Patrick, Jason, his other friend, Isyraf, Feroze, me, Ian (of Dr M's Contradiction) and his girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCKIN NEWS WAS THAT WE WERE GONNA MEET &lt;strong&gt;Dennis Lyxzén&lt;/strong&gt; of REFUSED!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AND MET HIM WE DID!&lt;br /&gt;We went out the whole day with him and details would be discussed later.&lt;br /&gt;cos right now i gotta go to Sponge with Feroze to take Friday orders.&lt;br /&gt;So here's a picture of Refused quite a while back before his natural blonde locks grew back and bottom is him as how we saw him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;When photos of me and him are developed, you guys can dig your eyeballs out! WAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;COS WE WERE THE LUCKIEST GROUP OF MOFOS IN THE SCENE WHO HUNG OUT WITH VOCALIST OF REFUSED MUTHAFUCKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;and wnana something else?&lt;br /&gt;I got him to autograph my funken ipod nano!!! NEH NEH NEH!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY BETTER THAN PLACEBO, KINGS OF CONVENIENCE AND FRANZ FERDINAND ALL SMASHED UP TOGETHER!!! BOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MEETING THE GUY WHO STARTED HARDCORE PUNK, SO BOO YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/refusednewnyberg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/refusednewnyberg3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis is on the extreme left. Oh and by the way, he was voted the SEXISET MAN ALIVE in the women's mags in Sweden. HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/now.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/13969058-114525407516536434?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114525407516536434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114525407516536434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114525407516536434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114525407516536434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-at-that-she-copied-my-hairstyle.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114516511143858634</id><published>2006-04-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:21:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAKAKAKAAKAKAKAAA! WOOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Arson rocks! No Direction rocks! Violence Caused The Silence rocks! Forty Four rocks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that just proves one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gig at IJ was mega fun. Fun Fun Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore fun = Bruises all over the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and full of kids Feroze and I kept teasing cos they no nuts bout anything in the pit but things backfired when they smiled at us, apologised or were just plain being nice.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;We were mean. &lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, our long awaited band, Dear Arson, played NEW NOISE by REFUSED! WEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;I got steped on and I stood back up by pulling people's pants! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Then I stage dived, body surfed for less than 5 seconds, moshed til I dropped, hardcore danced with Feroze, Jason, Syawal and Khus, fist danced like mad with them, had THE MOST FUN I'VE EVER HAD SINCE THAT SEREMBAN BAND TOUR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Direction was dressed to murder. A lot of kids wore weird costumes (cos the gig's "Dress To Kill") but ND took the shize up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;Freak Fad, wore fake huge tits, bikini top (halter neck, babe!), a super mini denim skirt and, get this, super sexy pink stockings just like a slut. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was, Fad very very inappropriately jumped off the ground, feet far apart and showed off his stupid white briefs underneath those waist high pink stockings. EEW! EEW! EEW!&lt;br /&gt;Super gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet, the basist, wore a cheeerleader skirt (borrowed from his girlfriend, Mon) and tucked his tee to show off his ever protruding belly. Urks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ones who were dressed to kill were Bernard and Dzafir. They came out looking like the Brokeback Mountain gayboys. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Complete with the cowboy hats, bandana (borrowed from Feroze who was dressed top to toe as a hardcore kid. *ahem* so was I), gay looking shirt and jeans. Only the cowboy boots were missing. Hezwan came as himself and guess what mofos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They covered COMEBACK KID's WAKE THE DEAD! YEAH YEAH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, that gig was worth my 5bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we're catching Narrowinded at IJ (again) and our beloved friends from Dyna Turmoil now known as Paris In The Making, No Direction and Hamartia at SubStation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE HARDCORE SHIT! FUCKEN AYE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS HARDCORE WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiwek kental sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, good news for Lime readers. HAHA. You guys might get a glimpse of Tristan of Saw Loser wearing Friday Clothing tee (Century design) for their photoshoot. It should be out in May's issue of Lime. So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP INC AND LIME, check these two out for Friday. Oh yes, also, the next time you shop at Far East Plaza some time next month or so, stop by the eminent skate shop called SPONGE, level 3, for Friday Clothing stuff. Tees, buttons, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember POP INC, LIME, SPONGE. bobsquarepants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114516511143858634?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114516511143858634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114516511143858634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114516511143858634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114516511143858634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/wakakakaakakakaaa-woooohooo-dear-arson.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114490603130989789</id><published>2006-04-13T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:33:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jessica_alba_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/jessica_alba_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry that's just a body suit.&lt;br /&gt;A very well fitted one.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba is super drop dead gorgeous! yeahyeahyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, you guys might wanna check out the band Drop Dead Gorgeous at myspace.com/dropdeadgorgeous&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Fashioncore at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder's currently writing songs and although I want them to be straight out popcore with some 80s and breakneck breakdowns thrown in, they decide to be more technical and I just hope they turn out more like Everytime I Die than Converge gone wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPI Open House turned out well and I think I'm still at a dilemma on whether I should go to MOS and catch DJ Tiesto for free but still pay half of Feroze's entry (the tix costs $38 damnit!) with Haziq, Wandie and the boys or celebrate Zouk's anniversary with Hazwan, Faliq and the boys (another group) tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Good Friday! Which is tomorrow, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessi, if you're buying those Sesame Street tees from Glenn, include my order, Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;I miss going out with you, Nurul and Arina. Arina's mom owns the ultimate record store, dey.&lt;br /&gt;Its called Alegro Music Record Store (i think) and apparently Alegro means living the fast lane in Latin. &lt;br /&gt;Not sure bout that fast thing cos the stuff they sell ranges from Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole to Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;Oldies rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Roxy Square, level one and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOH GREAT NEWS. &lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing tee would be appearing on MTV Pop Inc, next Tuesday, 7pm (i think that's when the show's on. I only know when TRL's on. HAH.)&lt;br /&gt;Do check it out if you got cable. &lt;br /&gt;Like myself.&lt;br /&gt;Also, watch to find out who's the latest to be sponsored. And no, it's not a band nor is it a skateboarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you love Rufio, get down to Ij aka The Sauna cos Narrowminded is playing. yesyes!&lt;br /&gt;And Ghalid's band, Mulysa is playing too if I'm not wrong. I think he mentioned his is on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;Screw it. &lt;br /&gt;Every single week there's a gig at that so called "illegal, underground" place.&lt;br /&gt;Urks.&lt;br /&gt;Guy should get an aircon fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did anyone catch Placebo on MTV some time last week?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. I'm so glad I didn't pay 100bucks to see them play 6songs. &lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;And the models can't even catwalk for nuts. Nor were they drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Booo.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder turn outs for Miss Singapoe Universe were like shit. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna say the same thing about FHM Girl NExt Door but one of my friends, Sue Ann, got in and came in 2nd so hush hush. &lt;br /&gt;I still think the girls in the finals were BLEARGH.&lt;br /&gt;So flat.&lt;br /&gt;Front and back, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still wonder how come you see way more attractive girls at town. &lt;br /&gt;COS THEY'RE NOT DUMB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114490603130989789?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114490603130989789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114490603130989789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114490603130989789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114490603130989789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-worry-thats-just-body-suit.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114481587846921479</id><published>2006-04-12T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T12:24:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/lohan%26moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/lohan%26moss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a dress like that.&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;br /&gt;yes, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;lindsay you make me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to like you so much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;Nies birthday party at Double O was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Very confusing day we had planning on which club to go to. First it was MOS and she was so confident that it'll be Ladies' Night on a Thursday when I've already said its only on Wednesdays. Then Butter Factory. Only to find out that Ben's friends were having a party and there might not be a ladies' night although we could easily crash STPI cos the club was RIGHT INFRONT of the workshop studio. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was fun, got to meet Shahida in the club as well. I miss her already. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how old Nies is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay Feroze just told me she's 20. paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyna Turmoil's gig was enjoyable. Bad news though. They're changning their genre and now their new name is Paris In The Making.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Britney just dropped her baby so apparently Sean Preston has a cracked skull.&lt;br /&gt;Biar betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Sesame Street hardcore tee with a straight edge Elmo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114481587846921479?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114481587846921479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114481587846921479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114481587846921479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114481587846921479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-dress-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114432562284501535</id><published>2006-04-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:35:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/dirtysneaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/dirtysneaks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow its been quite a while huh. And yeah, I just advertised myself and my blog with that banner up there. Its on my MySpace. WAHAHAHHAHAHA, yeah man I so wanna be the next Xiao Han. Hah fuck it. All the scene kids are having one, I might as well have one to update with the latest gig and crap like that. And so as not to be perceived as a wanker, I'm gonna have my friends list NOT exceed a 1000 limit. WAHAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a MySpace whore no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Jo is a wanker. Label ah label. &lt;br /&gt;At least I don't shop online or worst - shop on Hot Topic. *bleargh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset I got crappy IS modules, but fuck it. World Issues Singapore's Perspectives and PC Technology may be the geekiest subjects on the face of this Earth but I am one happy punkrock geek and I won't give a fuck. Has there not been one post without a "fuck"? HAHAHAHAHHA. &lt;br /&gt;Hey never mind that, I got another banner for ya. &lt;br /&gt;And hopefully the guys from Bandmerch UK won't sue me for designing an ad so effeminate like this. &lt;br /&gt;Heeee. I'm so sexist. I love girly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/bandmerch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/bandmerch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. And I bet my mom and dad are enjoying themselves in a hotel suite in Mumbai, India, horse cart riding, shopping and all. I can't believe its an all expense paid trip all sponsored by that Indian artist who had an opening in STPI a while back.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me the suite costs US$300 per night! WTF. Why is this fella so rich and we're not? &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I bet mom's having a great extended brithday over there heh. She loved the black corsette and Frank Sinatra double-CD I got for her. Weeee! And those weren't the only gifts. Damn that 18 carat diamond bracelet. &lt;br /&gt;I love mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shain from My Squared Circle just sent me an SMS invite to Home club. Here's more details.&lt;br /&gt;RNDM&lt;br /&gt;Fri, 7th April 2006&lt;br /&gt;Home Club&lt;br /&gt;&amp;18 with first drink&lt;br /&gt;1 for 1 from 11pm to 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands playing&lt;br /&gt;THE MODEL LIPSTIQUES (replaced SAMANTHA. booohoo.)&lt;br /&gt;THE PINHOLES&lt;br /&gt;MY SQUARED CIRCLE&lt;br /&gt;LUNARIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presented to you by ROCKSTAR COLLECTIVE and HOME PARTIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, right now, trying very hard to chew this lolly from Auckland that Feroze gave me. And I think he's trying to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Friday Clothing just came up with the latest tee design for Kate of Kale, one of its sponsored bands. &lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Feroze. I love this freakin tee!! FYI, the skull was fully sketched out by him in some random time and place, then traced in FreeHand MX and designed in PhotoShop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/KOK1uhsbdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/KOK1uhsbdc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Skulliuhd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/Skulliuhd1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a much worst and ripped off design done out of boredom, with the purpose of just degrading myself, here's a loud shout out to MY PRECIOUS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/my%20precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/my%20precious.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.... FUCK LA WTF IS WORLD ISSUES SINGAPORE PERSPECTIVE AND PC TECHNOLOGY! &lt;br /&gt;Sarah help me! I think for once, I actually rather have your MAN AND MACHINE module!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY GOD WHY! Why didn't you wake me up in time to log on to stupid NPal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, tonight we're gonna party the night away at The Butter Factory to celebrate Nies's birthday. WEEE! &lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance dance with my sweetheart! I really wish there's a club that plays Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and Head Automatica danceable hits. That'd rock the shit outta me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a hardcore kid LIKE Panic! hehe. Love you Feroze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm meeting Nurul, Nessi and Sarima to shop at Bella Luna (as if there's much to buy,hahaha!) and dine at The Settler's Cafe where we can eat and play boardgames. Can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to go to Taka for that VHI talent agent thing. Urks.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;We're off to PAARTAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114432562284501535?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114432562284501535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114432562284501535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114432562284501535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114432562284501535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-its-been-quite-while-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114363083047735973</id><published>2006-03-29T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:25:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey, check out Fall Out Boy's new video A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little more "Touch Me" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQYG-YxoEHE&amp;search=A%20Little%20Less%20Than%20Sixteen%20Candles"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a darn good video if not for the horrendous quality that you view online. But what the heck, MTV rocks. &lt;br /&gt;Heh. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I got cable TV, suckers! My life's no longer a bore!&lt;br /&gt;WTF. My life's never a bore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just got back from the MTV office at Tower 1 Orchard Road (which was highly secured with guards), accompanying my sis to the Nickelodeon TV studio for an interview. They called back some kids who participated in the previous show and had them answer some "What are your hobbies?" kinda question. I think it's for a vox pop of something. But I remembered my sis and step-sis winning an iPod Shuffle last year for some Nickelodeon show. Haha. My step-sis had to be soaked in pasta sauce to get that thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if the only way to get an iPod Video is to soak yourself in green goo or some contaminated food, I DON'T CARE. I will do it! Yes I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're home and doing research for her Science project. Research on invertebrates. Ha! Bet you guys dunno what that is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/murder%20your%20darlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/murder%20your%20darlings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mbrmcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/mbrmcs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I think Derek Hess rocks. Look at the shit he did for Murder My Darlings. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if you think Quarantine Clothing ripped his style off, you'd be disappointed to know that it's a drawing technique everyone is allowed to use. Urks.&lt;br /&gt;But they're real sketches man, this guy is DA BOMB! Check out Strhess Clothing, in which a certain local line copied the idea of a particualr design hard out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye Loveties! Wahahahahhaha... (inside joke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114363083047735973?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114363083047735973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114363083047735973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114363083047735973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114363083047735973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-hey-check-out-fall-out-boys-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114346089810334530</id><published>2006-03-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:01:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;I helped Feroze out with his fashion stuff for school. He told me to design a namecard and brocure for a fashion label named after him. So flamboyant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brochure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/brochure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/brochure.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/brochureback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/brochureback.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the namecard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/namecard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/namecard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/namecardback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/namecardback.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, why light green? It was supposed to be light blue. Wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok. late nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114346089810334530?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114346089810334530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114346089810334530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114346089810334530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114346089810334530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/wahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114336108452937370</id><published>2006-03-26T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:38:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/tara-reid-2.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/tara-reid-2.36.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/britneybirth032206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/britneybirth032206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is a hooker&lt;br /&gt;Tara is a whore&lt;br /&gt;Britney gets pregnant&lt;br /&gt;and looks like a wild boar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that up, please don't sue me.&lt;br /&gt;Go to PopSugar and A Socialite's Life by the links on your right for more info :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a chalet at Pasir Ris Costa Sands for Owen's birthday. Finally our very own emokid friend turns 18! wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;I was at The Third Place since 2pm for the Aviery music video, apparently there were only 2 Panasonic DV cameras so I was left doing the lighting and sound while Shahida and Ikay did their camera work. They did individual shots of the band members without the keyboardist and Shahida and I ordered McDonald's after being starved and eating stolen Milo powder and pinching each others' breasts and bums :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig started at about 7plus with opening band, Love At First Fight, and their set was pretty good I must say. Didn't mosh, was still doing lighting. Its fun ok, making the lights flash to the beat and rhythm of the music. You can say, I was some sorta  visual DJ in a club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the 2nd and 3rd bands played, which I forgot what they were called, AVIERY conquered the stage! And since Phil from Caracal wanted to do the lights, I was free to enjoy in the pit and stand in front of the cameras! Wee! Fucken hell man, Sky In Euphoria's set was way way more happening then the mundane one at Far East Square and I almost lost my left hip cos some bugger swung his body and elbowed it. Bodoh, don't know how to windmill, DON'T muthafucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain...excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After them, Hamartia tried to over do their set and shit, the crowd went even crazier. I fell on the floor, cowering, with my arms covering my head and I was fuckin sure there was a stampede. SHIOKINGNESOIS. Moshing never felt so life threateningly good!&lt;br /&gt;And I was the only girl in the pit. Take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of trying to impress my boyfriend into thinking that I'm her little hardcore girl who's as tough as nails. &lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in pain til now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;With hardlly much rest, we went to IJ aka The Sauna to catch Munchies At 9 and instead what we got was.. hahahaha.. get this, a band called Mulisa with my old buddy from Greenview, Ghalid, as the drummer and Feroze's ex-girlfriend as the back-up vox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder my darl scooted off when they went upstage. And I thought it was due to their odd dressing (a desperate attempt to capture crowd's attention and compensate how bad the screaming was.Urgh). The fat male guitarist was scantily clad in an almost translucent short sundress with a black strapless bra over it. Not beneath, OVER.&lt;br /&gt;The male vox and bassist were wearing schoolgirl outfits. I can't remember what the other guitarist wore, maybe not as kinky ahahha. The drummer was wearing a mask, much more hideous and so not cool looking like Vendetta's. Thus, I didn't realise it was Ghalid til after their set was over. HAH. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ex wore something she claimed as a "geisha outfit". Yeah right, I for one, reads a lot about Japanese culture, have read and watched Memoirs Of A Geisha PLUS used to be a fan of Samurai X and I know for a fact that, that ain't no geisha outfit, sweety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They covered Hand of Blood by Bullet for My Valentine, You Know Who's Seatbelt..blablabla.. by The Bled, 2 other songs we didn't catch cos we were outside struggling to find our friends (crowded uh). The last song was Boy Brushed Red..blablabla by  Underoath and I ran in to sacrifice myself in a pit once again (my boyfriend says I'm stubborn and should never be near a moshpit. Ever). As I was screaming into the mic which the male vox kept shoving towards me, I saw a guy with the drummer's mask ponting a punkrock sign with his fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, it was Siti, my friend from Munchies. WAHAHAHHAHA. Cute sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun but overall the waiting was a bore and when Munchies finally played, we were quite lost cos it has been a LONG time since we saw them played. The last time Feroze saw them was at an RP gig 2 years ago? The last I saw them was at town, around 2 years ago too, I think. They changed a lot including the drummer. WAHAHAHHA. UH-DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Shadie (He's Sammy's bro and Sammy's Dyna Turmoil's guitarist). He's the new dummer when previously it was Zad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious how we both kinda forgot his name so Feroze decided to call him Rafie. WAHAHAHAH. Anyhow sia. And Rafie is my friend. My poor poor friend suffering in NS now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gig, we went to buy some bottles of beer for Owen and dashed for the chalet. It was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;They smoked weed which wasn't even WEED. WHAHAHAHA. The fella act like one big shot and got ripped the hell off for buying a tiny packet of "weed" for 50bucks. HAHA! What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Then him and his friends whom we didn't invite, got high... Over nothing! &lt;br /&gt;What an embarrassment to human nature. For the record, he even mixed it with tobacco. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played with a bow and arrow, which was one of the gifts Owen got hahahaah and also a palette gun. You know, those that could (FUCKIN) hurt but not kill? Yeah, back in the ol days, my friends. Back in those days, primary/secondary school boys tried to tackle our hearts by being a loser sniper at a void deck, shooting our legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Feroze and I got a bit tipsy and this is the first time ever he's drunk and I wasn't. Heeeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;We swam in the pool illegally at 3 in the freakin morning! HAHA. And got caught red-handed by the guard who actually had had dinner at the chalet room next to ours! WAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;That fat git. How dare he said our room made a lot of noise when his was the one that was booming with stupid Reggaeton songs and lyrics only a fucking Dayak (village peopla not in touch with technology) could understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. I think this is it guys. If I'm lucky and not lazy, I'll get them pics and post them up.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had this much CRAZY fun since the Sentosa outing man. And I love my class! hahahaha How lame did that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get some healing rest for my nimble yet sore body. (I swam 7laps in the pool before noon ok!)&lt;br /&gt;Psst.. Catch Kelly Clarkson's new video "Walk Away". WAHAHAWWAHAAWAAAhh. Serious. It happens.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, get your hands off my trigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114336108452937370?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114336108452937370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114336108452937370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114336108452937370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114336108452937370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/tara-is-hooker-tara-is-whore-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114301086990195719</id><published>2006-03-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:56:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New links guys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bandmerch.co.uk"&gt;Bandmerch.co.uk &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is a website done by brother of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tssf"&gt;The Story So Far's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vox who also owns the website Altsounds. And Feroze helped design bandmerch.co.uk and is gonna be busy with some overseas band tee designs in which Friday tags are gonna be attached, I guess. Cos the kind fellas from Wales are doing their best to support Friday Clothing and trying to get some merch for their bands as well. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pep-rock.com"&gt;Peprock Clothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also has a link here and so does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/quarantineclothing"&gt;Quarantine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a local line by the drummer of A Vacant Affair. Check them out on MySpace. Hafiz, the drummer, is a good friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/FMSAlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/FMSAlogo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/FMSAlogomonochrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/FMSAlogomonochrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to post the logo design I sent Ms Lorraine for FMSA. Here it is, both in its full colour and in monochrome. &lt;br /&gt;Below are designs Feroze did for Peprock Clothing, a UK based clothing line whose owner paid him to design for; Fletch Clothing which is Australian based and supposedly supports Strayvoice which is a local band sponsored by Loviete Clothing. Weird isn't it? An overseas line paying Feroze to design for them when they could've easily asked Loviete to do it for free. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my boyfriend. I know you're all sick to your stomach now but 23rd March, Thursday where stupid Placebo is playing to "invited" crappies, we're celebrating our 7th montiversary! &lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the latest band to our Friday Night Fever line-up is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/whitesilver"&gt;Whitesilver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of which Fridy Clothing has made a tee design for. They're from Sweden, ma laddies! I suddenly feel so international mentioning all these countries in one post. WAHAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/peprock2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/peprock2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/peprock1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/peprock1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Fletch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/Fletch2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/fletch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/fletch3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/whitesilver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/whitesilver1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/whitesilver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/whitesilver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is very uncalled for but this, my friends, is Guy Fawkes - the fella who had "bullet-proof ideas" and triggered the movie V for Vendetta. Apparently, in New Zealand, they celebrate Guy Fawkes Day every 5th of November. WOOOOHOO! We should all too! We should wear those masks and climb over Esplanade. Urm, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/fawkes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/fawkes-1.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/13969058-114301086990195719?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114301086990195719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114301086990195719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114301086990195719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114301086990195719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-links-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114278116556399646</id><published>2006-03-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:50:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/vendetta03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/vendetta03.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ideas are bullet-proof"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA. V for Vendetta. Mind blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I LOVE IT!!!! Oh we all love it, come'on. Admit it!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;this is feroze, ITS DA BOMB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to my lovely..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, the only bunch of people who would think this movie suck are those apathetic uneducated group of mats and minahs, such as a couple we overheard saying, "The movie was ok lah, I don't really understand the storyline but the effects were good" while we were walking down the Cineleisure escalator. Holy shit, I had no idea a human being could be that thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty who would think the movie was all about the special effects, but these people aren't worth mentioning in the first place anyway. We watched with the best group of people whom I initially thought were a bunch of snobs But hey, they're ok, just the NS supernatural stories weren't. The guys were DA BOMB OF DA BOMB. There was once a  local clothing line with that name. Totally obsolete now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys gotta watch it to live it man. hah, that sounded so lame. But who the fuck cares? &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonnna get me some of that masks, bro!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, photos for this post would be up the next time I blog cos right now, the blogger photo is a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is the SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;H is O. The Heat is On! WAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Stiller rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Rambo gig poster I put up a while ago? The one with the band Mati Katak amongst the Sesame Street gang? WAHAHAHAH. Well, that gig's happening today. Unfortunately I couldn't go due to lack of cash (thank God, Siti's meeting me tomorrow for the Munchies gig tix) and also cos I had to tutor my lil sis. I would love to hang with Jason &amp; co. and also lovely Nessi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to buck her up. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever the fuck man, I really want her to graduate with good O level results so she could get into La Salle or something. I just don't see her as a media-type of a person although I'm beginning to see great influences I have over my siblings. &lt;br /&gt;As of late, I think my bro wants to be a sports journalist while my sister's beginning to resemble me in that frekain emo hair of hers. And she's been up ten notches in my book for listening to hardcore, punkrock and indie and NOT joining the Malay Cultural Dance group in her secondary school. Malay dancers nowadays are such minahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want her to do something like Video Art or become an Arts teacher when she's old. And I still imagine my bro as a pilot when he's 30. Heh. he should really join the Air Force after graduating and get scholarship from them and get high pay. Once he reaches a certain age and bored of airborne adrenaline, he can settle with some sports journalism. Man, that'd be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................Zzzzz....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck am I visioning my siblings' future, Goddamnit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting my diploma do some DIY businesses with my darling, get into the media, do some magazine designing or PR work and get the degree with the money I earn. Then when I turn 28 and sick to my stomach of the media, I wanna sign on to be an air stewardess, get that contract like how Feroze's aunts got theirs, live a comfortable life, travel for a decade or so then stop once I get enough cash, get a house and a car, buy a landed property and rent it out for monthly cash, go on vacation and do media again. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114278116556399646?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114278116556399646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114278116556399646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114278116556399646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114278116556399646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/ideas-are-bullet-proof-whoa_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114259212355279780</id><published>2006-03-17T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:48:43.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST GOT A FRIGGIN' IPOD NANO!!!!! YES, THAT WHITE PRETTY LITTLE THING! HEHE. BET YOU'RE JEALOUS NOW HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/FNFcd%20flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/400/FNFcd%20flyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, here's the flyer and if you see the bigger version which is the poster, feel free to rip it off the wall and bring it home :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't wait for The Story So Far's EP to be out. I love the CD design, a big shout out to Feroze and yeah we've gathered some kids to help distribute flyers for Friday Night Fever compilation CD. Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very glad Image 2001 would be helping out with the sales as well, I hope we can get them produced by mid June though, following the guy's advice. The next time I go there to shop, I should ask to look at Atticus and Macbeth catalogues. Can't wait for the new Macbeth girl shoes. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we also put the FNF flyers at Bella Luna and guess what? Bella Luna Studios is a registered company to make music videos for local bands and we might be part of it. Well, at least he is. He's helping out with the video shoot for AVIERY's MUSIC VIDEO at The Third Place. Come at 7pm, on Friday 25th March, if you wanna be in it or just watch them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be attending some kind of seminar and training for Herbal Life this Saturday and was also supposed to go for a photoshoot at Sentosa on Sunday. But the freakiest thing happened which led to that and I don't think I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;See, there's this lady who saw my Friendster profile (and you know how you shouldn't trust strangers on Friendster or MySpace and shit like that) and she said that she wanted to give me an opportunity to become a model.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't scoff ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she passed me a photographer's number and told me that I can get some portraits done this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said to bring shorts, bikini, stretch pants and a white translucent blouse and told me to never sleep in shorts and tess, instead sleep in just panties (yes, JUST panties). It is to avoid cellulite, she claims. Actually I kinda believed her cos it kinda makes sense cos you know, your privates rarely have time to "breathe" and only exposed to air when you're naked like what, 15mins, when you bathe? That's a short duration compared to 24hours, unless you bathe 3times a day, then 45mins exposure. Whatever, that's not the point. The point is, the person sounded a bit like a perv. She told me about a lot of other stuff, which I shall not mentioned, due to reader discretion. Naturally, when I told my boyfriend and my mom, they were skeptical and paranoid bout her being a model agent. So I guess I'll just forget bout it and party at Dbl O. &lt;br /&gt;Haha. ok, uncalled for but went to Dbl O I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' night out with Shahida was an ultimate fun! What with it being ladies' night and all. I think Shahida's the shit. haha. She is the ideal girl I would love to be with if I'm a guy. The girl studies at La SAlle, does Video Art, is super streetsmart, uses a Powerbook (yeah, I'm a psycho over Apple now and I'll tell you why in a minute), works at Starbucks (thus, free frappes!) and independent as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think she is way more compatible with Feroze than I can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNCHIES AT NINE playing at the sauna, I mean, IJ studios at Gordon Building. Tix going at 4bucks.&lt;br /&gt;PLACEBO @ NGEE ANN CITY CIVIC PLAZA on Thursday 23rd March. Invites only. Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;T207 CLASS OUTING @ SENTOSA on Monday 20th March. Meet up at Harbour Front MRT station, 10.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;I'll bring the printed tees and will be getting any orders for the new ones on that day as well. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig last Saturday at Far East Square was boring! Yes there was Full Pledged Munkees (been so long since I've watched Josh played), there was Sky In Euphoria and also My Precious. But what is up with instrumental? bad time, bad place.&lt;br /&gt;Leave those kinda shit to RNDM or The Attic, fellas. Its too gay when people are there for hardcore ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114259212355279780?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114259212355279780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114259212355279780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114259212355279780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114259212355279780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-got-friggin-ipod-nano-yes-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114197225105943785</id><published>2006-03-10T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:34:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's for the ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jake-g-jarhead-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/jake-g-jarhead-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/sharon-bi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/sharon-bi2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's for the anorexic-wannabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/lindsay-lohan-nipple-slip-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/lindsay-lohan-nipple-slip-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew, I'm not entirely sure why I went head over heels for Ms Lohan like one mofo a while back. She put some weight after admitting she had eating problems just a month ago, but now look. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for her movie Bobby though. Haha. so mod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bridgette Bardot.&lt;br /&gt;Can I go back to the 60s please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, that photo of Jake is for my boyfriend to gawk at too. Heh. Finally, I can see his face without all the stubbles. If you wanna see the full video of him working out, go watch Jarhead.&lt;br /&gt;And that slut Sharon Stone is doing another cheap publicity stunt with her Basic Instinct 2 film, involving lesbian sex and orgies. How cliche.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda curious to watch though, hopefully it'll screen here under M18 and NOT R21. Who cares, there's still bootleg.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember Basic Instinct? Did I even watch it when I was, what, 8?? hah. *shurgs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mom, thank you for the studs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch 21 Grams, Brokeback Mountain (again) and I forgot what the other DVD I borrowed was with the family on Saturday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Psst.. Did you know that everyone loses 21grams of body mass when they die? Weird uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for an interview at Tampines SAFRA for a tutor job just now, really hope I get it. That way, I'd be earning like 40bucks a week just for marking papers for 2-3hrs a day and 3 days a week. Wee! Maybe next week if I don't get the call, I'll just go to Tampines Mall to job hunt as sales assistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we'll be going to The Third Place to watch Caracal perform and pass some Friday tees to them. Have to drop by Bella Luna and get them tees and ooooh, I can't wait for this Saturday's gig at Far East Square! Sky In Euphoria is playing!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again tomorrow to put up some gig details and yeah, PLACEBO is coming to town! Plus, Owen's having a birthday bash, and potential for a weekend full of FUCKING FUN! STOKED YET?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114197225105943785?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114197225105943785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114197225105943785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114197225105943785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114197225105943785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-for-ladies_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114180375295033886</id><published>2006-03-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:43:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/FMSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/FMSA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/FMSAmonochrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/FMSAmonochrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the design I did for FMSA (School of Film &amp; Media Studies Ambassadors) tee, one in its full colour glory and the other in monochrome. Bad news though, she wanted just a simple logo and I ended up having fun designing while drinking a very glucosed hot milk at McCafe that the sugar high in me made me do this. Even if it's not gonna be printed, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got back the class tees from the factory and man was I disappointed. They have separate sizing for male and female tees so I ordered 15 for females 5 for males. Unfortunately, they ended up printing  12 for females (thus, only 12 pink) and 8 for males (8 greys). Shit ass. And the sizes for both are actually the same! I was certain that the female sizes would be smaller compared to the males' but NO! The stupid factory told me that both have no difference only when I came to collect and pay. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why bother stating that there are no grey for girls when actually both female and males sizes are the same?!&lt;br /&gt;Are you born dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm gonna order 2 more pink for the girls and I'll just take the grey one since I'm already like one of the guys, what with my foul mouth and the non-existence of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring ALL the tees to Sentosa on the 22nd March, where we'll be having the picnic (Nessi &amp; Nurul in-charge of food by the way) and you guys can all choose which tees you want. Whether or not, the 2 of any girls would want pink or grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the complaint. I'm just pissed when things don't go as planned. Man, this isn't even the first bloody time I ordered printed tees. The last time I did was for my secondary 3 class for Sports Day and the order turned out perfect even when sizes were estimated by only 3 of us from the class. Shit man. Why can't people just listen to instructions properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears are fucking self-cleansing, for God's sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added some new links to this dumb blog of mine and yes, now you can access Bella Luna Studios, some local bands, a New Zealand band called This Night Creeps who are friends with Feroze and also a New Zealand record label, Broken Hill Records whose owner is an old bud of Feroze and whose girlfriend has a clothing line called Bang Bang Clothing, which to me is the cutest line ever (and so Ordinary Clothing). Forgot who the mate's name is but he wants Friday to do some collabo work with Bang Bang and man, I think that'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Yee haw!&lt;br /&gt;Another brilliant link would be to a brilliant band, The Story So Far, which is sponsored by Friday and whose vocalist keeps flirting with Feroze on MSN. emo boy gayness.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like him though, he's super stoked bout the sponsorship and would do his best to promote Friday in UK. Kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, take a look at the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/330708989_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/330708989_l.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/13969058-114180375295033886?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114180375295033886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114180375295033886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114180375295033886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114180375295033886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-design-i-did-for-fmsa-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114164715896752337</id><published>2006-03-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:12:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/the%20story%20so%20far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/the%20story%20so%20far.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing is sponsoring another overseas band, The Story So Far, and this is the design for their EP. They're from Wales, United Kingdom, do check them out on the link "The Story So Far" on your right. Their songs fuckin rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to an Arab restaurant with Feroze, Owen &amp; Eme, Mamad &amp; Ema, Zul &amp; (i dunno the name of his girlfriend), Hafiz and 2 other boys whom I didn't catch their names either. Damn my memory sucks. That night was fun, had some kebab, mixed sausages, a weird milkshake that tasted like heaven and smoked some apple and strawberry flavoured sheesha. My straight edge darling didn't puff any though. I just had a few and fell straight asleep with my head propped on the table after a tiresome day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, get this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole group of 11 of us went to the lounge to chill and chit chat (while I sleep on one of the couches with my legs dangling everywhere. You dunno how freakin "lepak" I can be sometimes). Then the bill came and they got a shock of their lives. Why? Because apparently 4 fuckin stupid kids who were sitting on the next table claimed that they were with us and sent the bill to our group.&lt;br /&gt;*lepak means anyhow or relax attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't welfare, this is outright disrespect for other people and a perfect example of a bunch of broke kids with no balls. Dine and dash means you have a meal at a restaurant and run as fast the bloody hell your kurap legs can get you NOT be a coward and pass your fuck bill to a group of strangers on the next table.&lt;br /&gt;*kurap means ugly and full of ringworms. Erm I think thats what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the zombie waiter (haha inside joke) was calm and believed us when we told him they weren't part of us and that our bill was not that high. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that night went quite well apart from what happened near the end when I got very groggy and pissed off at certain things. Mamad was hilarious like how he always is. WAHAHHAHAHHAA. Oh my Gosh, he makes everything into a joke and it's a surprise none of them are lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114164715896752337?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114164715896752337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114164715896752337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114164715896752337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114164715896752337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-clothing-is-sponsoring-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114157876915954982</id><published>2006-03-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:28:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/home_pic_main_tms2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/home_pic_main_tms2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/logo_tms2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/logo_tms2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Lydia (F8), is participating in this teen model search. So maybe if you're free or something, do vote for her by logging on to www.herbalessences.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;She's a hot cheerleader by the way. Nah, not Magnum Force. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAFIQA! She turns 3 today and holy crap, you shudda seen the toys she got. Barbies are gonna have a massacre in that doll house and play-doh machine.&lt;br /&gt;And guess freaking what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took over Shalu's place for Saturday's work at the Kids Central Big In The City with Jimmy Neutron at Taka. And couldn't make it today due to some really bad bowel movements.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna apologise to Penny for not calling a bit earlier but if I could, I would. Sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;The job was fun though. Had to manhandle some kids at the Jimmy Neutron booth, distribute balloons, dance onstage with that big headed genius and bully mascots with Shan Shan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I was just playing with the squirrel's tail and wanted to touch its nut ok. NUT, yes, not nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, that night at MOS was woooohooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I dance til my knees wobble. A lot of my friends were there including my girls from Mass Comm, the usual gang - Shalu, Penny, Mabel, Amanda etc, met up with Fiona and bought a cake from TCC for Casandra's birthday with her friend Melissa. Ironically, I didn't get to meet the birthday girl the whole time cos I went in with my old friends, Rafie (ARGH I miss my old aussie surfer bud) and Hafiz, while they drank their bottle of Scotch outside the club, after which they were nowhere to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;And Shalu kept asking where the cake was. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere along the night, I met Hazwan and Faliq. Got kinda high and didn't really recognise Faliq when he tapped me in the back to ask where the rest were and then we got separated yet again. HAHA. Sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;Penny and I shared a jug of Vodka Sprite and I got 2 free MOS admissions due before 31st March. &lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Am so gonna go with my sweetie!! We can check out the other rooms and try sneak into the Pink Room cos mom said that one is actually for above 21s only. Thanks mom and dad for cabbing with me to MOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. I love my parents :D &lt;br /&gt;Screw those who think hanging out with parents aren't cool. I hate the word cool.&lt;br /&gt;Or uber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what else is hard out? &lt;br /&gt;EMI.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Some shit ass racist marketing skills in Singapore are so inevitable. How do you even say Underoath in Chinese, gawddamnit?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;The underground scene is not stagnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beard on Jake Gyllenhaul is!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ok, not funny. But here's a photo of him for my darling to drool at.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's gonna do that look. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/qq61rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/qq61rr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just wanna go back in time and catch Jason and Josh session for Melanie Murder. Rumour has it that their set was quite awesome. But I wasn't there :( And I so badly wanted to take band photos and of Feroze swinging his God damn guitar. It seems like every time he does is, either the slave flash won't go off or some idiots would block my view. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I pronounced the skateboarding brand Lakai as Kalai. Almost peed in my pants laughing.&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHAHA. Wtf. The shoe line is gorgeous but the name? What's up with the name? Dude? &lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone has the new Osiris girl catalogue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, doubt so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114157876915954982?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114157876915954982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114157876915954982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114157876915954982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114157876915954982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/friend-of-mine-lydia-f8-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114126216787274914</id><published>2006-03-02T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:26:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/rambo_poster11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/rambo_poster11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am biased. I saw this freaking cute gig poster on myspace and decided to put it up on my blog and promote this gig. Yes, I know the location is not one of the best and we all prefer to go to a real sauna than get heat stroke in a moshpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this poster is so friggin' adorable! Wahahahahha. Whoever thought of Sesame Street as Hardcore is a genius. MOSHTROCITY! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you look at that. A band named Mati Katak! WAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Its Malay for Die Frog. Ho my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, good news for serious bands who have great a song to promote with flawless sound recording. Feroze and I are planning to make a compilation CD entitled Friday Night Fever with featured bands from Singapore, Malaysia, New Zealand, America and maybe Australia and Indonesia. So if you think you're interested, go to the link xFRIDAYnightFEVERx on the right to find out more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/cdcoverfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/cdcoverfront.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/13969058-114126216787274914?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114126216787274914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114126216787274914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114126216787274914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114126216787274914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-i-am-biased.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114101120403649625</id><published>2006-02-27T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:41:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The t-shirt design for my class T207 is out but not so about.&lt;br /&gt;There have been some delays in getting them printed and I just got the news from the printer that his co. won't be able to print all by Thurdsday (so that we can all wear on Friday).&lt;br /&gt;Instead they can only be done by Saturday in which we all won't be meeting in school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there are 2 options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print the tees still and I'll distribute to you guys when I see you when school reopens and we'll be wearing a T207 tee in Year3&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Wait til we all know our Year3 class and then I'll edit the design a bit and distribute on the second week when school reopens. Cos all of us know that the official time table would only be available a week before the term starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which one guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grey tees are for the guys, baby pink for girls. It'd be 13bucks each and if there're any comments or violent objections, do let me know through email (hotmail preferrably).  Oh by the way, I'm quite surprised that you guys trust me so much as to throw the responsibility in the sizing of each tee into my hands. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I can estimate all of your sizes pretty perfectly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/t-shirt%20template1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/t-shirt%20template1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/t-shirt%20template.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/t-shirt%20template.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the initial design but turns out, there are too many colours due to the 3 dimensional look which would take up a lot of shades per hue. Thus, the tee would be more expensive and would take a longer time to print cos of the complicated silk screens. I wonder how freaking Bleeding Star does it. And yeah, kinda got some influences from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/T207.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/T207.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The tiny text says "Class of 2005 and 2006" in cursive font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO FEROZE FOR GIVING ME A HAND AND ALSO FOR THE PHOTOSHOP TIPS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have converted me from an anti-photoshop art to a pro-photoshop artist. &lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114101120403649625?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114101120403649625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114101120403649625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114101120403649625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114101120403649625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/t-shirt-design-for-my-class-t207-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114100868990115642</id><published>2006-02-27T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:43:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Windows computers starting to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to blog due to all that stupid anti-virus and cookies crap.&lt;br /&gt;Now using his G4 and I dunno why but using this puts me at ease. Even the touch pad is smoother compared to navigating the browser using my freaking mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bloody news!&lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing just designed a tee for an American band called (In Theory). &lt;br /&gt;Yes, their name is indeed in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we're coming up with a compilation cd called Friday Night Fever.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a band with high quality recording, do holla if you wanna get on it.&lt;br /&gt;The CDs would be (insyaallah) distributed to America, New Zealand, Indonesia and maybe Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the study week been rather busy yet entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Penny then with Feroze and I've never watched so many recent movies in a matter of one week.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched North Country with Mabel, Amanda and darling Shalu.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Brokeback Mountain with Feroze's mom. Hah. And his 3 year old cousin who kept asking unnecessary questions. And his mom had to pretend to get some candy from the kitchen with her so she won't be able to see the part when the cowboys ride each other. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then my family and I watched Pink Panther. Damn slapstick but hilarious still. I'm easily humoured I guess.&lt;br /&gt;For our half-a-year-versary, Feroze and I watched Rumor Has It. Then he foot the bill for dinner and waffles at Gelare. What a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to Sentosa and I finally rode the mother fucking luge!! WOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Not once but twice!&lt;br /&gt;I sped down the hill like a maniac. Man I miss go-karts. In this case, luges.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable. The first time I drove a go-kart was at Batam and so was his first time! WEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, unimportant. But cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bit of a tan and apparently he likes it. He said it makes me look erotic, I mean exotic. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening, we had a very filling dinner at Newton with the extended family of mine to celebrate Wak AP's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to the Aerospace Show at Changi Point. Hell, I didn't know one of the pilots was a girl til I saw her in the news. Woosh. &lt;br /&gt;Respect.&lt;br /&gt;The Airbus was REALLY huge and we all agreed that it looked mighty fake. Like someone flew a remote control fat plane the size of a car. It went reeeeeallly slow across the sky and seemed so obese.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm here in La Salle in a very summer outfit. Never have I dress so brightly just to study PR in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114100868990115642?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114100868990115642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114100868990115642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114100868990115642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114100868990115642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/windows-computers-starting-to-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-114059159492751303</id><published>2006-02-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:40:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, Euphoria went offstone and pigeon holed! And I have a copy of my own designed magazine sitting on my desk! Man, I wanna work for Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Avertex later to find out the prices for tees I'm designing for my class.&lt;br /&gt;Ness is so adorable, she wants all of us to wear the class tees on exam day. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for free yesterday. Funny how our friends find it strange for couples to go shopping together. Funnier still how your own boyfriend gets paranoid and angry at a joke your girls made about planning a lesbian orgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! I got myself a peach top when Penny brought me to Ebase sale. Then after we had lunch, Amanda, Shalu and Mabel came and we watched North Country. Let's just say, I felt too strongly for the movie and shouted "WHAT THE FUCK!" when a fuckin chauvinist bullied Charlize Theron. And I can't believe Shalu actually laughed at the saddest part of the movie. SLENGER. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun though. Especially when I reclaim my sponsorship from Starbucks and now legitimate for free Caramel Fraps made by Shahida. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should haunt Josh again and now get free punkrock CDs from HMV HAHA. Miss those times when we get to watch free movies at Lido and eat Starbucks bagels and cookies while he was still working there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got 2 tops from my Mango vouchers (1 turqouise and 1 dark blue) and he got a polo tee, a hat ala Oliver Twist and a pair of slippers from Topman using the gift card I got him for Valentine's day. &lt;br /&gt;Technically 2 cards but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Can't wait to buy that light blue tee from Image when I get my pay from working at Mediacorp! THE SCENE SUCKS BECAUSE OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best not to buy black tees.&lt;br /&gt;Trying my hardest actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers, hoping to get that part-time job at Art of Voice and maybe if I don't, I'll email Electrico to act as an extra for their latest music video. HAHA Thanks Jon. If they need kids in a mosh pit they can use me and my friends haha even if it means I have to die in the scene. Sounds like the one we did for Sky In Euphoria in that film about a guy who died while hardcore dancing after getting his heart broken by a girl. WAHAHHAHAHAHA. Emo sia. Wanted to try out a sales job at Loui Vuitton and work with Amy but then my boyfriend told me you have to have at least 2 years of experience in retail. Fuck it then. Jo-dano sounds good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you're homophobic, please don't bother watching Brokeback Mountain only to call it a stupid film. I mean, I read the book and even after watching the movie, I still find it an emotionally driven epic. (WARNING: further reading will spoil the ending of this movie)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just that someone died in the end and I can't stand people dying especially after long years of struggling to be in love and finding ways to live together only to get your cock pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SOrry.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch Pink Panther. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I haven't started revision for PR or Comm Issues exams.&lt;br /&gt;Doomed?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-114059159492751303?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/114059159492751303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=114059159492751303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114059159492751303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/114059159492751303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-euphoria-went-offstone-and_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113976667022022928</id><published>2006-02-13T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:51:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Moennig, goodbye Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local girls who want to be lesbians should at least be as hot as her.&lt;br /&gt;For God's sakes, it's a real turn off to see ugly lesbians or butches making out.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes out to gays.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm just superficial when it comes to homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you aren't even attractive just be safe and stick to the opposite sex cos they're of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;The only sexiest thing is to see  hot girls lapping it up. NOT ugly ones.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113976667022022928?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113976667022022928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113976667022022928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113976667022022928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113976667022022928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-moennig-goodbye-lohan.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113973230467207961</id><published>2006-02-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:23:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba is gonna be on the cover of Playboy magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody pray she's gonna pose nude, please. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, who wants to check out the magazine section at Borders with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/jessica-alba-not-nude-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/jessica-alba-not-nude-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not naked here. Keep looking, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113973230467207961?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113973230467207961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113973230467207961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113973230467207961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113973230467207961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-news-jessica-alba-is-gonna-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113920895887441168</id><published>2006-02-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:23:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I missed 2 parties but mine went absolutely well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday after the last day of ambassador-ing and radio class, I went to my mom's friend's daughter's birthday party and they had the best food and ice cream cake ever. It was at Quayside Apartment, right beside Gallery Hotel and the pool was nice although I didn't swim due to drizzles.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the first time I was anywhere near Gallery Hotel in the daylight. Haha cos I only go there for parties at Cocco Latte at night.&lt;br /&gt;FMS Open House was fun especially on the last day, when kids watched us do our DJ stuff in the radio studio. Penny and I gatecrashed Shalu's class and I think Shalu was right, WE SHOULD BE IN THE SAME FREAKING CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much, we rarely talked but that day was nice. Babe, I like your hair! wahahahahha, It reminds me of The L Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birthday party, I went to the official launch of Bella Luna Studio and all the scene people were there. The catered food was good but I had diarrhoa after that so I didn't go to either Ministry of Sound (MOS) with Haziq and the boys or the Pimp Factory party with Amanda and the girls. Shalu didn't either so I guess dancing with her might have to wait til after all assignments are submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all watched some movies at Bella Luna including Euro Trip, Rock School and Serendipity (pokaywark, emo sia) which was much more fun to watch with people like them around. &lt;br /&gt;So I ended up signing on the wall with this note: "I watch free movies at... Bella Luna," Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from mine, there were some others like "Bila bila takder Bella" (in English means "Whenever got Bella". HAHHAHA, it doesn't make sense), "I love Mr Hsiao" (Bernard's surname) and "Your words mean the deepest" (which was supposed to be "Your words bleed the deepest", lyrics from No Direction's song). &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Very funny illustrations included. You guys should check the place out, now that they have stocks from Friday, Loviete and Sadistic Secrets clothing lines on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday pins are selling like hot cakes and there's only one, and I mean just ONE, hoodie with the Arrowheart design on sale.&lt;br /&gt;If you're too lazy to check those out, just go to the newly designed website of our online distributor to look at the tees that are also sold at Bella Luna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was quite weird cos we went to this super rundown house at Japanese Gardens, near Lakeside for a filmshoot and it was kinda scary although it wasn't dark.&lt;br /&gt;Some places just give people the creeps. When we reached, there was a naked guy walking around the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I was the only one who found it funny, the rest were all scared. &lt;br /&gt;Fairula told us there wasn't anyone back when he bombed the place with his graffiti friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the fact that the naked guy was carrying a long stick (which seemed to be a weapon to most) over his shoulder right after he emerged from a corner with shorts on. HAHA. In my opinion, he was the scared one. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just shocked to see a group of kids with camera and bags all of a sudden outside his house looking so blur, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot was brief and we went to eat at Jurong Point, a place where all of us felt alienated.&lt;br /&gt;Only after lunch was when I realised I had been there before, back when I always go to Wendy's. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sue Ann, Feroze and I went to Zouk in the middle of an afternoon. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;For a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;Kiwek! Jeans were going at $5 to $10. tops at $3 to $5 and lots more cheap cheap cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Flea markets kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a pretty girl at Zouk and I felt so embarrassed when I picked up a polka dotted dress only to have her say "Hey, I just bought that"&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. Then she told me she could sell it to me if I really wanted it. Oh my Gosh, she's so pweeeety. Even Feroze noticed how nervous I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short shopping spree, Feroze and I went to Bella Luna. Yet again. And I helped Ikay out with some inventory of the stocks and talked to a guy from the band Rika without knowing his name. Before we went home, we stole some pizzas from Fad. YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo yeah. Good day everybody. I have to seriously finish up my design journal man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113920895887441168?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113920895887441168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113920895887441168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113920895887441168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113920895887441168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-was-your-weekend-i-missed-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113892379087258270</id><published>2006-02-03T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:13:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bella Luna Studios launch &lt;br /&gt;4th February 2006&lt;br /&gt;7pm&lt;br /&gt;Katong Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the stuff they're selling there.&lt;br /&gt;Loviete Clothing&lt;br /&gt;Egocore Clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic Secrets &lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[freaking hope the aircon's fixed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Open House wasn't that bad. Talking about admissions exercises started to get pretty tiring by the 3rd hour but looking at cute people sure does not. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Penny, please stop looking out for that guy and yes, he's prolly under aged for you. (no matter how tall he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't check out any cute guys cos I got one for my own. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home and helped out with the filming of Strayvoice music video which is going to be cut short to just one and half minute for this particular film art project they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;So far, 3 film crews have used my house as a location.&lt;br /&gt;I should start charging them. HEH. *rub palms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort, are we filming today? &lt;br /&gt;By the way, who's the guy playing the writer whose supposed to be obsessed over me? &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Well, if I can't make it, hope you got a back-up, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Skate Park at Somerset closes at 10pm every day (weekday I think).&lt;br /&gt;Lights go off at 10pm and kids are being chased out of the park by 2 middle-aged (or older) men. Fuckin hell man!&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends shouted sarcastically, "WOW WE CAN'T SKATE AT A SKATE PARK!" Damn right.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is sure one hell of a lame country. Please feel free to migrate. &lt;br /&gt;Let some old men with protruding beer bellies have some fun thinking they're such important people by making young lives a misery. &lt;br /&gt;(They were dressed in shirt and lanyards. For God's sakes, unemployment rate is going down, get another job!)&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we gotta make space for these ageing population. They're out to get us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, do check out the jamming studio at Bella Luna. It's pretty good, stack amps all around and drums with double pedals, free of charge. Wish they'd set up wireless internet, then we can all watch ghost vids without disconnections every few freaking minutes. That night was fun and the couches are comfy, well almost.&lt;br /&gt;$10 an hour and there's even a karaoke lounge next door. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA. Freaking noise.&lt;br /&gt;They should ban KTV in such quiet places.&lt;br /&gt;It's disturbing the peace, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Fo shizzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113892379087258270?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113892379087258270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113892379087258270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113892379087258270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113892379087258270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/02/bella-luna-studios-launch-4th-february.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113833543041393587</id><published>2006-01-27T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:50:23.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stick &amp; Run Collective presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DISCORDANT PROJECT 2, "The killer show you've been waiting for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;$7&lt;br /&gt;2pm &lt;br /&gt;Gas Haus, 114 Middle Road&lt;br /&gt;opposite old NAFA building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands to look out for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strayvoice&lt;br /&gt;LittleGirlTerrorist&lt;br /&gt;No Direction&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder&lt;br /&gt;Sky In Euphoria&lt;br /&gt;Violence Caused The Silence&lt;br /&gt;London Frantic&lt;br /&gt;A Butterfly Caught&lt;br /&gt;Narrowminded&lt;br /&gt;Es War Einmal&lt;br /&gt;Capulet's End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY CLOTHING selling at discounted prices&lt;br /&gt;1 color-print for $16&lt;br /&gt;2 color-print for $18&lt;br /&gt;3 color-print for $20&lt;br /&gt;PLUS we're selling Friday pins, stickers and maybe a catalogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a map to the gig location, go to http://stickandrun.tripod.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun, I thought I'd be bored to death waiting for him at the Skate Park but I was completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all ya guys who entertained me. Syafiq and Ahmad were so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Mamad can seriously make me die laughing while he mock some mountain bikers. Clowns they were.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck sia, you all skate but can still joke aloud as if the place was ours.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAAHAHAHA. Thank God nobody cracked his head falling from the quarter pipe or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz and Zul were quite good, actually. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, Friday riders!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please stop commenting on my book, Brokeback Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite good ok. I'm planning to watch it after reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To the La Salle SIA bitch who tried to hit on Feroze, he's not interested so fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113833543041393587?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113833543041393587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113833543041393587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113833543041393587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113833543041393587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/stick-run-collective-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113758949729308211</id><published>2006-01-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:06:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday Clothing is adding another band for sponsorhip. Its non other than Caracal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Caracal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Caracal1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the design done for the band Sky In Euphoria by Feroze. But this band's not sponsored by Friday, just to be clear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Sky%20web1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Sky%20web1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder is playing a gig on 18 Feb 2006 opposite National Library, in a cafe club. &lt;br /&gt;Further details coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUPHORIA MAGAZINE DESIGNS TORTURING ME ONE COLOR PALETTE AT A TIME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;photoshop is my new best friend....&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113758949729308211?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113758949729308211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113758949729308211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113758949729308211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113758949729308211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-clothing-is-adding-another-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113711140237512751</id><published>2006-01-13T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T08:18:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do come down to my gig at Ngee Ann Poly Alumni Clubhouse, starts at 5pm, tix at 7bucks baby.&lt;br /&gt;Although the room looks posh, I assure you it would still be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing, Loviete Clothing and Defiant Clothing are going at discounted prices.&lt;br /&gt;So if your least fave band happens to be performing, keep a look out for the stuff you might wanna get your hands on.&lt;br /&gt;For now, lemme show you the pins from Friday that we're selling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyna Turmoil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Pin%20dyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Pin%20dyna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MM%20Pin%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/MM%20Pin%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skate Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Pin%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Pin%207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Pin, pink (due to requests from pink-lovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Pin%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Pin%206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Pin, blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Pin%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Pin%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: banglas in over-crowded places = Grope Fest, so do be careful girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113711140237512751?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113711140237512751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113711140237512751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113711140237512751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113711140237512751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-come-down-to-my-gig-at-ngee-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113686395488300706</id><published>2006-01-10T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:33:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up. By the way, Selamat Hari Raya Haji everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very weird dream. &lt;br /&gt;I was selling gig tix at this building which looks like Old Changi Hospital from the inside and everyone was sitting down as if it was a psychiatric/psychologist/therapy room, you know where everyone sits on a chair in a circle and blab on and on about how people think they're crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, they were all, and I meant ALL, kids from gigs and shit. The Rockstar Collective people were there, the clothing line people, the jamming studio people, both from Bella Luna and the recent one I went to at Tekka, the kids from Third Place, Subc, Beat Merchant and Strayvoice groupies. All those people I know or are familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;But there was no psychiatrist or anything. &lt;br /&gt;(What the heck was the dream trying to tell me? That scenesters are mentally unstable?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold like, 2 tix then suddenly I had to rush home and in non other than a glam ride. The most gorgeous car you can ever imagine - sleek black, tinted windows, bumper almost touching the ground, but the strangest part was I wasn't speeding! What a waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok So I reached this place, which I thought was my home but it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;It was like a freaking apartment you see in US, in the city streets, like New York or LA. &lt;br /&gt;Just think of erm, that movie You've Got Mail and I think you'd know what I mean. And if you see pap shots of celebs coming out of city buildings or cafes, yeah the place is sort of like those pictured.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty vague in my dream and from the outside it felt like I was going home but when I entered, it was a small cafe and Lindsay Lohan was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you all can laugh all you want despite knowing (or not) that I have this massive crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;So she was sitting there at one of those high chairs facing a wall. You know, like in a bar, the chairs are higher than those at the tables? Yeah, that kind.&lt;br /&gt;She was bout to sip something from this martini glass (I have no idea why the place looks like a cafe but offers alcohol) then I jumped and dragged her down the chair!!!&lt;br /&gt;No it wasn't because I went mad with her in sight.&lt;br /&gt;And no, before everyone thinks I'm a nutcase, I didn't try to rape her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually trying to save her life.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;I know this is stupid, but I warned you it was a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the martini glass contained a dangerous weapon concealed in a form of an olive. WHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;It might look like an olive but upon biting on it, it would explode and kill the person consuming it. Seriously, I dunno where the hell I got all this info from but in my dream I was like, super cool. WHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Like Alias like that.&lt;br /&gt;But not exactly. &lt;br /&gt;And my hair was an exact replica of Lindsay's but she dyed her hair blonde AGAIN, last minute. Plus, I was dressed in the most desired wear I had ever dreamt of while here in Singapore. I was in this really lovely black top with a grey trenchcoat with black fur trimmings and faded jeans with grey boots, like Lindsay's. Something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/116yy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/116yy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I had to look like her cos I was in disguise and wanted to protect her)&lt;br /&gt;My God, I feel like stopping now, this is so embarrassing. But I think not many people read my blog so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Lindsay was on the ground, I tried to stop the "olive" from exploding by shooting it with my gun. &lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHHAH. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Why shoot something that you know would explode right?&lt;br /&gt;But somehow by shooting it at the correct time and into this tiny hole, almost negligible to the naked eye, the thing won't be able to do any destruction so it took me a couple of minutes before I had the confidence to do so. &lt;br /&gt;It was so freaking weird cos I was standing there trying to figure out where to shoot and was facing the wall pointing my gun to a martini glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, this dream is one fucking comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally succeeded and I went out of the cafe to look for Lindsay. As I opened the glass door, flashes of light blinded my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It was the paparazzi. &lt;br /&gt;(Laugh ah laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan came straight at me and hugged me tightly. &lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking ecstatic! You wouldn't have imagine what the "non-asleep" me would do. &lt;br /&gt;She was so happy I saved her life (omg cliche) and I was trying to ask her to go chill with me somewhere but I FREAKING WOKE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113686395488300706?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113686395488300706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113686395488300706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113686395488300706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113686395488300706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113647780754577386</id><published>2006-01-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:21:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Bernard, from the band No Direction, is opening a jamming studio soon and the studio sign was designed by Feroze.&lt;br /&gt;The place would be called Bellaluna. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Bella%20Luna%20Logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Bella%20Luna%20Logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Clothing proudly presents its online distributor, Indie Whispers!&lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to Joel for his lovely website and helping Friday Clothing with selling of goods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Indiewhispers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Indiewhispers1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me that I need to get more pins! Yeah, new ones from Fall Out Boy, Boys Night Out, From First To Last are out. I wanna get a Coldplay one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is just a nice photo of Panic! At The Disco. Fuck Head Automatica! This band's the shit.&lt;br /&gt;(Actually I still love Head Automatica *HEH*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/panic%20at%20the%20disco%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/panic%20at%20the%20disco%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating Heart Babies VS Testosterone Boys &amp; Harlequin Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those clueless - Harlequin means stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113647780754577386?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113647780754577386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113647780754577386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113647780754577386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113647780754577386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-friend-bernard-from-band-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113638749443416496</id><published>2006-01-03T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:21:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Penny went to a party last night at a club called Thumper. &lt;br /&gt;(I hope I got the spelling right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went with her friends while I was at home. &lt;br /&gt;She told me there were a lot of lesbians and "bangs". And when I say a lot, it means REALLY a lot. &lt;br /&gt;So I asked, "Were they hot?" (eyebrow movements)&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Some are but the rest err..Ok la"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so yeah I guess its hard to say if a butch looks hot or not.&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me,&lt;br /&gt;"But Jo, I saw a girl who looked just like you sia! Her hat looks like the one you're wearing.." (I was wearing my black Fall Out Boy military hat which I was quite surprised the teacher didn't mind cos usually others would get scolded if they wear hats or caps in class or lectures. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;"...but not this one, the other one.." (referring to my grey Green Day military hat)&lt;br /&gt;"...she danced on the pole, like you sia. Then I was like 'Eh jo! But no, Jo is not here'" (with her index finger waving side to side, that is so Penny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now I got one look-a-like at Temasek Polytechnic and one who parties and tries to copy my style. Then Nurul told me she saw a younger looking version of me at town wearing black or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't always wear black... right, guys?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;Still sketching this fashion model for our magazine's feature story.&lt;br /&gt;I...want...to...sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can't scan the sketch. Penny's gonna screw me. (in a very non-lesbian way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a photo of my girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/LindsayLohan10-450px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/LindsayLohan10-450px.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my girlfriend in an upcoming movie called "Bobby" (the name of my crazy dead cat. God bless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/69255887_6261ce4c12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/69255887_6261ce4c12.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/13969058-113638749443416496?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113638749443416496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113638749443416496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113638749443416496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113638749443416496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-friend-penny-went-to-party-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113622483399757504</id><published>2006-01-01T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:15:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through Ikay's blog to see if he has uploaded photos taken at the chalet and New Year, well he hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I stumbled upon these precious moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/sam%20and%20jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/sam%20and%20jo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was during my open house, a lot of people came including friends such as Nas and Nies, the J brothers (Haziq, Arie, Wandie... Sec2 gang), Dieter, an overseas friend brought by the band gang (Dyna Turmoil plus the local scenesters) and some others.&lt;br /&gt;This is Sam, Dyna Turmoil bassist and me at the background, just done playing peek-a-boo with my baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/raya%20gila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/raya%20gila.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats them right in front of my house playing with fireworks. WAHAHAHHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty violent scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/electrifying%20zad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/electrifying%20zad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the gig they played at Double Yellow Line at Youth Park where Zad came out with a catch phrase out of nerves, "I got stomach in my butterflies"&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/dyna%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/dyna%20gang.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khus and Jo displaying the male and female Dyna Turmoil tees. The first ever designed by Feroze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/emo%20inn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/emo%20inn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Inn, being emo and singing his heart out to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more so head to Ikay's blog to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;They're under his posts "Double Yellow Line gig", "post gig" and "Raya 2005".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great bunch of fun they all are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113622483399757504?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113622483399757504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113622483399757504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113622483399757504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113622483399757504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-browsing-through-ikays-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113611019882214344</id><published>2006-01-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:47:52.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;In the words of a friend sitting outside Marine Square with us til 4am, &lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY TWO-THOUSAND AND SEX!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I woke up at 3pm today and I got a kid's birthday party to attend to at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;This is a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet we attended on Friday night was fun! There's no better people I would rather watch Green Day's DVD (full of performances of songs by American Idiot PLUS their old songs) with than those I did at Changi chalet. WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Wacthing Bullet In A Bible with Feroze, Erick, Izzad, Ikay, Fad, Hezwan, Sam, Zana, Suhayl, Rabia, Khus, Zafir, Bernard.... the list goes on (sorry guys), well, it was HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang along to every song and it made us so hyped up everyone in the room felt like moshing with the geeks on TV. Thank you Zool for bringing the DVD and Ikay for bringing your PlayStation2. Although I was asleep on the couch while you guys played ProSkater, I could still hear the loud laughters and the competitiveness of everyone now. WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feroze told me someone shouted "CAMPER SIA!" in the middle of the game. &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even CS. HHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the DVD, Zafir went out of the chalet and scared the hell outta Zana by putting his hand through the window when she was sitting beside it. WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was Fad's turn and it was even funnier, what with Hezwan waving his arm side to side with a lighter in his hand, to the song "Wake Me Up When September Ends"&lt;br /&gt;EMO SIA! haha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a fun night had it not been for a certain someone spoiling it a bit with some jugs. &lt;br /&gt;"Move bitch, get outta the way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored Old Changi Hospital a little bit and although it was ended quite short, it was kinda fun too. Didn't check out the mortuary but we did saw something like a doctor's lab and some broken down toilets?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so cliche of Singaporean kids to do this sorta shit during a chalet at Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday Ewick!&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised to see Syed Arafat from mass comm in the same room as the scene kids. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be Erick's secondary school friend. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish Hamartia is also playing at Bangkok but nevertheless, I think it'd be an awesome tour yet again come March! With No Direction and Dyna Turmoil plus selling of Friday Clothing! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year was great but not so fun cos we just idled around Esplanade and Marina Square and had very early breakfast at Bugis after a LOT of contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it was a night well spent with friends and I wasn't molested by a bunch of stupid banglas.&lt;br /&gt;(2005 New Year celebration with Wandie and Arie was not so good. Thank God they protected me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2005 was a good and awkwardly fast year and hope you guys enjoyed yourselves too!&lt;br /&gt;With or without booze!&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Hey, mine was booze-free ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope you guys had fun at the Coccolatte party although I heard there was a small loss made. Whatever it is, hope you guys pass Events Management module! Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Now all the best for mine! Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113611019882214344?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113611019882214344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113611019882214344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113611019882214344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113611019882214344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everyone-in-words-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113610828898166806</id><published>2005-12-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:41:27.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The website for our gig is up and you can view it through the link under "THE GIG" on the right.&lt;br /&gt;Jon has came up with some rules to abide to.&lt;br /&gt;This is due to the fact that we're having it in school so all of us, including the people coming, won't get screwed by the school/authority.&lt;br /&gt;Posters would be up soon both in campus and public some time next week after the photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;Flyers would be distributed next week too.&lt;br /&gt;To Izzad and Suhayl, thanks for helping me to publicise this.&lt;br /&gt;Could I meet up with you guys next week to pass flyers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/The-3-Commandments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/The-3-Commandments.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: Jonathan (his blog is linked to mine under "FRIENDS")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113610828898166806?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113610828898166806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113610828898166806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113610828898166806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113610828898166806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/website-for-our-gig-is-up-and-you-can_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113582984102345656</id><published>2005-12-29T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:19:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this might be long overdue news but you guys heard of a pink wedding, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;It's a gay wedding for those hermits who are not in touch with the world.&lt;br /&gt;So you should've guess which gender impersonation Elton John took during his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/elton%20john%20the%20bride.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/elton%20john%20the%20bride.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful bride *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/elton%20john%20the%20bride2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/elton%20john%20the%20bride2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just can't help but laugh. I'm just not into ugly gays.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the cute ones though. Heh. Or pretty lesbians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113582984102345656?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113582984102345656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113582984102345656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113582984102345656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113582984102345656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-this-might-be-long-overdue-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113575136969833529</id><published>2005-12-28T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:26:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/alexanderGrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/alexanderGrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new version for the design called Heartbreak, from Friday Clothing, and for the first time its on a non-black tee. Its a grey tee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Military%20hat%20print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Military%20hat%20print.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new design for the military hat that could be purchased by next year, after Feroze has the goods delivered and printed.&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure of what colours the hats come in though. Maybe just grey for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Hat%20Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Hat%20Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An upclose view of the military hat's Friday design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/Dyna%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/Dyna%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dyna Turmoil tee, comes in S,M and L sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/arrowheartGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/arrowheartGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the girl's version of the Friday tee design called Arrowheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To my classmates, are you guys sure of having a class tee? WAHAHAHHAHAH! Its a cute thought. I'll try design one for ya. To Ness, I'll pass you the clothes I'm selling online on Tuesday's lecture. WOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113575136969833529?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113575136969833529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113575136969833529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113575136969833529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113575136969833529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-version-for-design-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113525184973681531</id><published>2005-12-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:03:13.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie Murder</title><content type='html'>These are the photos I took at Gordon building at the launch of Friday Clothing and Loviete Clothing. &lt;br /&gt;Performance by Melanie Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MM4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/MM4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder on fish eye lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MM2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/MM2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover of As I Lay Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/mm6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/mm6.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder - Feroze, Zan, Ahmad, Jarell, Gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MM1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/MM1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of Feroze with guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/1600/MM5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1090/519/320/MM5.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of Zan screaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113525184973681531?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113525184973681531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113525184973681531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113525184973681531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113525184973681531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/melanie-murder.html' title='Melanie Murder'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113521470198350699</id><published>2005-12-23T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:45:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore the above date and time, there's something wrong with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Its 22nd Dec 2005, 9.25am now.&lt;br /&gt;(post-diarrhoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to...&lt;br /&gt;celebrity gossips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity photos? The best. Especially pap's shots.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gosh, I didn't know there are people who think that Hilary Duff looks like Gerard Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more? Tabloid mags lay around at Feroze's mom's place and the internet is the best source of celeb gossips there is. I saw Lindsay's breasts exposed (befoe she started losing weight, stupid bitch. But now she's gaining again. YEAH! BOOBIES!), I saw Paris totally wasted at her holiday party, I saw Rachel and her boyfriend shopping at a mart, I saw Mary Kate mistook Chanel's designer for a stalker, I saw this and I saw that. &lt;br /&gt;But sadly, they're what we call sensational stories, that might just be totally made up and supported weakly by nice photographs capturing the moment which could have signified something else altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;Now the shopping maniac in me is reborn cos of all these thoughts of buying stuff that would make me look like some stars I crave for (but not gonna tell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, you're kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;I actually can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;Much thanks to Penny, now I'm seriously hooked on pap's shots more than when I was back in secondary school. Those were the days where I would go to Times at Tampines Mall when I'm bored and read tabloids to the core. Plus some Tolkien's books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can move to LA with Feroze's dad and live in Hollywood, maybe get mistaken for Jessica Alba or some Hispanic looking star. WAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well that part of my latest obsession is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: Clothing Lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with youth in Singapore these days?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm obviously a promoter for a certain clothing line which started last year but only got much recgonition this year, thanks to someone who introduced to us a local online apparel distributor. &lt;br /&gt;*Die in your own freaking whispers*&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a lot of kids trying to emulate other people's designs, bands, art, visuals and the list goes on, not attempting to be original BUT just doing it for the sake of a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a trend? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure but I do agree to a certain friend's bulletin post on Friendster a few days back. Some people have really horrendous works, some are not even attempting to be original and worst, some actually look like other clothing lines. That's what hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so there's a lot of clothing lines around in US, referring to the ones by the scenesters and for the *scenesters, such as the more thriving ones being Famous Stars and Straps, Ordinary Clothing and their lesser predecessors being Heartcore Clothing, Bleeding Star Clothing, but in Singapore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you see are kids trying hard to fish compliments on their works, that they may or may not call art, by having their designs put up on MySpcae or those websites where you can upload your "artwork" and have people leave comments. I'm not naming these sorta sites cos I have friends I respect who post up their work there and its fine. Its just that some people have works that are just NOT pleasing to the eyes and actually have people giving them the thumbs up. WTF, if art is ugly then what the hell is ART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its all visual perceptions. Lets say, you like a design from a certain clothing line, but I don't cos I think it's too tacky, the design's too simple or its just plain unoriginal cos a normal person CAN detect FAKE from DESIGN-THATS-INSPIRED-FROM-BLABLABLA.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you just like FAKES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration, you call it? &lt;br /&gt;Well, if your talent shines through your work and sane people can differentiate your work from somebody else's, yes, its called something that has been inspired BY something else. NOT an idea bought free wholesale.&lt;br /&gt;But when yours looks like a mock of the original, thats not a work been inspired, that is called a MOCKERY.&lt;br /&gt;A fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, this is just my opinion and trust me I have a lot of opinions so you can consider yourself lucky cos I'm not posting all here. &lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno maybe I just don't get people who are self-proclaimed artists when I know more people who are without a doubt much better than them, yet modest enough to not declare themselves good artists (or just plain artists). &lt;br /&gt;And to the person who gave me feedback on that clothing line, I'll look into it and see what I can do. CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Christian friends, have a merry holiday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kids who are active in their local music/arts scene, for example in Singapore they have a group of people called Rockstar Collective and have local bands, record labels, clothing lines under their wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There's a gig this Friday at Gordon building. See ya there!&lt;br /&gt;We're selling some merch directly to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113521470198350699?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113521470198350699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113521470198350699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113521470198350699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113521470198350699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/ignore-above-date-and-time-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113431150836808125</id><published>2005-12-11T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:39:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, hope you like Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;I figured everyone's sick of MCR now.&lt;br /&gt;Or Fall Out Boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? I don't give a hoot about this blog's skin anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't be bothered with tagboards so if you read my blog and would like to comment, comment when you see my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dad's yesterday. I miss my little brothers already.&lt;br /&gt;Super cool day, one of those days you just feel like hanging your feet out the bedroom window and enjoy the breeze without thoughts of suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited an old relative who was suffering from a heart attack a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;I now know what ballooning is in terms of medical surgery. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Ballooning and bypass surgery, there's much difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started on my website which is titled 'JOurney to Friday'(as most of my peers and friends might know by now) is a clothing line started by Feroze Mcleod and run by both me and him.&lt;br /&gt;Planning to do it together with Ness and Fiona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up photography once again and hopefully I won't feel inferior next to someone who's using an SLR.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, could I borrow your FM2 for shoots some time next weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope those photos I took for Melanie Murder turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to view the contact sheet. I'll bite myself if the shot of Feroze swinging his guitar comes out under exposed or vanished into thin air for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I almost forgot bout the two girls' orders. &lt;br /&gt;4 Friday tees coming up, including Nurul's and Terence's. &lt;br /&gt;I'll pass them to you guys during lecture on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Suhayl and Izzad for not being there at Substation on Saturday's show.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy reading mags, tabloids, papers and entertaining kids at a place called Fajar Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Its a foreign country, my east side friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think kids stopped having Jophobia now.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113431150836808125?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113431150836808125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113431150836808125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113431150836808125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113431150836808125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-hope-you-like-fall-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113367815818978874</id><published>2005-12-04T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:19:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday, 7th Dec 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STICK AND RUN presents&lt;br /&gt;The Discordant Project&lt;br /&gt;a hardcore, emocore show&lt;br /&gt;featuring...&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder (Feroze's band)&lt;br /&gt;Strayvoice&lt;br /&gt;Capulet's End&lt;br /&gt;A Butterfly Caught (hope cous Kim would be there)&lt;br /&gt;Doctor M's Contradiction&lt;br /&gt;Shadows Embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm going to be the photographer for Melanie Murder's performance. HEH. It's a Nikon mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY CLOTHING launch&lt;br /&gt;free merch (stickers and flyers)&lt;br /&gt;$5 at door, 6pm &lt;br /&gt;iJ Gordon Industrial Building&lt;br /&gt;#06-18 &lt;br /&gt;Paya Lebar MRT station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit http://stickandrun.tripod.com for mini map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD THE WORD PEOPLE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another event coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 17th december 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GATEWAY TO HELL&lt;br /&gt;a hardcore, metal show&lt;br /&gt;at Woodlands CC, Fushan Hall&lt;br /&gt;$10 plus 1 free drink&lt;br /&gt;Check audioreload for more info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY AT COCCO LATTE&lt;br /&gt;Gallery Hotel&lt;br /&gt;$14&lt;br /&gt;inform me if interested and I'll buy tix from Penny&lt;br /&gt;18 and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest event ever...(organised by Jon, Dhan, Syl, Neng and Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 6th January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK INKCORPORATED presents&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Fever feat The 7 Deadly Sins&lt;br /&gt;at Sub Station, Guiness Theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 Deadly Bands:&lt;br /&gt;My Writes&lt;br /&gt;My Broken Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Murder&lt;br /&gt;Strayvoice&lt;br /&gt;Hear Me Toby&lt;br /&gt;Caracal&lt;br /&gt;Narrow Minded (they sound like RUFIO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain group of people, FYI, we don't fucking care about you. Stop acting as if you're a bunch of celebrities. Nobody cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113367815818978874?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113367815818978874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113367815818978874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113367815818978874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113367815818978874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/12/wednesday-7th-dec-2005-stick-and-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113220785144921371</id><published>2005-11-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:10:51.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watcha gonna do with all that breasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party this Saturday night with the boys (Haziq, Wandie, Arie, Faliq, Izmal, Feroze etc) at Chinablack and the only one who doesn't have to pay is me!&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gig&lt;br /&gt;Beat Merchant and Youth Park (Dyna Turmoil playing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gigs, I'm organising one for Events Management.&lt;br /&gt;The team Black Inkcorporated would hopefully have a gig at Singapore Tyler Print Institute, Qlarke Quay. Its near MICA building and flyers would be out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish the rent isn't so high and hoping Jon's bro can lend us the drums.&lt;br /&gt;Your bass amp not needed. WAHAHAHHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday would be the Exclusive FMS Raya Outing.&lt;br /&gt;Then next Friday, there would be a party at Fullerton. Anyone interested, save 16bucks and come dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna be there, with my lovely lumps. CHECK IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;(ps: i can make my  hair look like Fergie in the video. WAHAHAHAHHAHA. Suck ass la)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113220785144921371?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113220785144921371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113220785144921371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113220785144921371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113220785144921371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/watcha-gonna-do-with-all-that-breasts.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113181155187227549</id><published>2005-11-13T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:05:53.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do maids change like Defence Against The Dark Arts teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have got 4 maids since I was 13 and this current one marks the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st maid - Too lazy, kids went to school, she slept at home and chores left undone. So lazy that she actually gained weight while the rest of us lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd maid - FREAKING DEAF. We'll call her name one thousand times, still no reply. Mother of a earwax. We got so impatient with her that everyone started to call her rude names. And whats up with talking so freaking loudly? Is Indonesian really a language for the obnoxious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd maid - Super good, super fast, super cute, super cool. She listens to Linkin Park and connects well with the young (meaning my siblings and I). Problem is, she was a young, liberal woman with no commitment and no marriage, so she missed her family too much, got home sick and sent off back to her mainland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th maid - Wah this one, damn shiok. No words can describe her. She's good, so-so and alright with work. But why does she communicate with the cats? Ok, maybe things get pretty quiet around the house when we're all out. However, thats no reason for the money we saved in our house to suddenly vanished, is there? Nobody else is in the house except her. Who else to blame? Plus all those rumours about her doing black magic. I know I read Harry Potter lah but there's no need to freak people out unnecessarily. Seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th maid (the current) - Loves to look at a guy in a certain way? Flirtatious? Maybe. But she sure knows how to hide it well. No vocals, just her eyes roaming is pretty obvious. Why does she only want to MENYELET (means squeeze herself in between) someone who is totally out of her league? Someone who has no absolute interest in her, someone who hates this type of people, SOMEONE WHO HATES HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, buck up and realise that you come here to work and earn money. I know you have University qualifications and its hard to find proper jobs at your own country. But there is not a reason for you to fuck up people's lives here. Realise your place.&lt;br /&gt;We're nice poeple who respect every human being and treat them equally. So don't take advantage of this nicenessss cos it can, and will, turn to nastiness if you don't watch your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that we don't treat you like slaves so consider yourself lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113181155187227549?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113181155187227549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113181155187227549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113181155187227549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113181155187227549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-do-maids-change-like-defence.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113173009134462869</id><published>2005-11-12T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:35:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case you haven't realised, i've uploaded new photos on my Flickr so you're welcome to check them out, just a click away. (Proceed to 'My Photographs')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I've not uploaded photos taken during Hari Raya, those at home, out, or random houses. hah. No more space so I have to wait til next month or something for my capacity to turn to 0% again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished I took photos of Feroze and I during Halloween. A really weird couple we were.&lt;br /&gt;A military soldier (think MCR's video 'Ghost of You') and a school girl (think girl on the cover of Funeral For A Friend's album 'Hours').&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we looked hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today an artist called Ahmad had an arts opening at STPI which I thought I couldn't go to due to school. But, surprise, surpsrie, it ended early so I went there in time and waited for him and his parents to come. Had trouble finding the place but they reached safely in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank God that I can get along with his step-mom now.&lt;br /&gt;Its so nerve-wrecking when you have this tension with someone in the same room and you can't do anything about it. So that's all gone now and she might even be inviting us to a fashion show at Club Momo or something, somewhere next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to print all my notes for this week and some for next, plus even organised them into separate files. Just like last semester.&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not a big deal but I'm glad I had time to do it and not go party at Double O tonight with Wendy and gang.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Grandma's instead and met my super cute, chubby should-be-a-doll girl cousin who is turning 1 this coming &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;December 3! Happy advanced birthday Marnina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and her touched down Singapore at around 7pm and the cute freak was all my mom could think about all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;It got so bad that she even dreamt of her. Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahha. She's damn obssessed with the baby lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll have to upload kid photos next time! hah.&lt;br /&gt;These kids include:&lt;br /&gt;My 2 little brothers living with Dad, Mirza and Jazeel.&lt;br /&gt;Feroze's 2 little brothers living with &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; Dad (wtf. weirdness.), Haikel and Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;My SUPERCUTE baby cousin Marnina.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some random kids I picked out from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this small boy who went under me though. WAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong, that sounded so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;He was my mom's friends' son. A very shy but handsome kid.&lt;br /&gt;Kept hanging on to my knees and going around my legs, I actually lost balance.&lt;br /&gt;Then he went around looking for me when I was gone. *awww*&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEEEEEEEET RIIIIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!! They're playing Frankie J's "More Than Words" on radio!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for this song again. Reminds me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday as promised, I'll be bringing some raya munchies such as pineapple tarts, kueh suji and Penny's fave, those Corn Flakes things.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I won't be 2hours late for lecture again.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Star Karat. (means Rusty Star. Okay, it sounds funnier in Malay.)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Rusty, Feroze's friend who looks like Alicia Keys wore a Rusty hat which was kinda ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the Green Day one bought at 2001, Far East Plaza. Thank you Feroze!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE EPITAPH RECORDS TEE AND THE VICTORIAN BLACK TOP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall go shopping together again and maybe drop by Haji Lane, Straits Records to buy Epitaph DVD ok?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't join the Photography Competition this weekend, Terence. I would really love to win $4000 with with you but I already had plans.&lt;br /&gt;And although its a 2-day marathon, I'm NEVER gonna sleep with you. (my sentence just went wrong just now) WAHAHHAHHAAHAH. Good luck buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113173009134462869?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113173009134462869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113173009134462869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113173009134462869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113173009134462869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-case-you-havent-realised-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113129032979991290</id><published>2005-11-07T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:40:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom told me about an incident that happened in the office not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;Her new colleague, a non-Malay, who is some sort of her assistant was there when my mom told her other colleague she was fasting. Afterall, it was Ramadhan and she was a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;So when this new girl saw a family photo of us on my mom's desk, she obviously saw the white guy (who is my step-dad) with the rest of us in that photo.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what she said.&lt;br /&gt;"So you Christian ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my oblivious one, new-age Christians fast during Ramadhan and celebrate Hari Raya and Muslims do eat bacon but not pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how thick can someone be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're a Muslim right.&lt;br /&gt;Your personality is care-free and your mind is open as compared to other Muslims (this referring to those who are generally older, MAYBE wiser) who stick to rules like glue.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't go all judgemental on me beacause I bet most of you have heard this kinda shit happening.&lt;br /&gt;You know that Muslims are not allowed to be in contact with a dog's saliva but can touch one. As in, the fur.&lt;br /&gt;So you go to a restaurant, you order a sandwich which has ham in it.&lt;br /&gt;You thought to yourself, it could be either turkey ham or just plain pork.&lt;br /&gt;So you ask the person who works there, "Is this turkey ham, chicken ham or pork?"&lt;br /&gt;She says "Oh, all here chicken, Malay can eat one"&lt;br /&gt;(Note that this person said "Malay" not "Muslim", for all you know, there ARE Malays who are Christians. Surprise, surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;So you ordered and consumed that sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Up til one fine day, someone who is a non-Muslim tells you "Hey that's pork, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not know a lot but I know that Hindus cannot consume beef, Buddhist monks are vegans, Christians have different beliefs as they can be Catholics or Protestants and that differs due to whom they serve. One prays to Mother Mary and the other to her son, Jesus. And there are those who call themselves Anglicans and in the UK this group of people accept homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these little things because I have friends of other races and religions.&lt;br /&gt;I wish some of those who are of the majority would care to even associate with others of a different background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around, minorities are all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you actually wonder why they mail us letters coming from the U.S with the address perfectly written but flawed by this tiny phrase at the bottom which says...&lt;br /&gt;"Republic of China"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I have a step-sister who lives in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113129032979991290?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113129032979991290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113129032979991290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113129032979991290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113129032979991290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mom-told-me-about-incident-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113120795238094117</id><published>2005-11-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:52:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i met my dad after 2 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some quality time with him and i thought it was super worth it. asking forgiveness from him was the most emotional moment i've had compared to the rest of my family members during Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think manda is a really lucky girl. she's such a dadd'y girl, my friend is.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wish i can be with my dad everyday though there would be a lot of awkward silences between us.&lt;br /&gt;i missed him so much. he invited my siblings and i to Malaca on a weekend after Raya but stupid school just started and i have no idea how to schedule my time.&lt;br /&gt;my little brothers Mirza and Jazeel are so darn cute! when i have the time and means, i'll upload some photos of them and let everyone see.&lt;br /&gt;they live real near Suhaily and Penny. I could see their houses from the corridor. wanted to call suhaily but i knew she wouldn't pick up the phone anyway. she finally did when i called to invite her to the open house.&lt;br /&gt;then when i bought film for my lomo cam i hoped i would barge into her but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;thought of asking her to come over to my dad's and meet my other family.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's gonna be an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Open House at my place on the 13th Nov 2005&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm inviting a lot of friends. the old-timers, Rad, Haziq, Arie, Wandie, Leman, Sab, Su, Fadli, Syazwan etc.&lt;br /&gt;and some friends from bands, thanks to Zad. he helped invite the fellas from My Precious, Hamartia, No Direction and Dyna Turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;hey, even if you don't celebrate Raya (shout out to Shalu, Mabel, Jon etc) just give me a buzz and come over yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Just come at night after 8pm or so. Cos in the day, everyone's out Raya visiting.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be out with Nas and Nies, the most adorable punkrock couple. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wish he lives right next door.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wish i have time for him.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wish he knows everything that goes on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish he's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113120795238094117?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113120795238094117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113120795238094117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113120795238094117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113120795238094117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-i-met-my-dad-after-2-long-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113090504941821622</id><published>2005-11-02T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:21:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween Party started great, ended terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how immature malay guys can get.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; I hate stupid mats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're dumb as hell. I hate Malay guys who pick a fight and hit random people who are not even at fault to begin with. People who are there just to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we were different? Is it because we look like trouble makers?&lt;br /&gt;Its even worst when they hit a girl. A GIRL! She didn't even do anything. She was just sitting there by the bar and being part of our group, got hit after the other friend of ours had his face smashed by a jug. He was bleeding so badly, he was sent to the hospital. We waited for him at the A&amp;amp;E for so long. Mom wanted me to get home early, so I did. I really hope he's well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no words to describe such a fucked up behaviour by retards.&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so fucking stupid to hit people just like that? What, you're drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Alcohol is no excuse. It just goes to show how irresponsible you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting a guy is one thing, hitting a girl who didn't even do anything wrong?&lt;br /&gt;For God's sakes, JUST hitting random kids at a bar is already WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they get beaten up real bad by skinheads and die a horrid death.&lt;br /&gt;They really thought our friends were hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;Sial ah. Those kids skate and some of them bike. Their arms are strong enough to beat the shit out of them. But how could they when those cowards hit from behind?&lt;br /&gt;Fists just fly aimlessly and target one person, when they're all in a group? How much of a coward can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless typical Malay guys. Thank God my bro wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God more that he's not like one of them.&lt;br /&gt;What a disgrace to us Malays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate my own race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those accounts of Malays being lazy, stupid, slow, only-know-how-to-use-violence is becoming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything does NOT lie in fate. Bear that in your little brains.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything revolves around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113090504941821622?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113090504941821622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113090504941821622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113090504941821622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113090504941821622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-party-started-great-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113038576704553792</id><published>2005-10-27T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:14:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BANGKOK WAS (like the words of Nurul) O-M-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, more like the &lt;em&gt;acronyms&lt;/em&gt; of Nurul. k nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheapness invades the land of smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But sawadika was over-rated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab drivers have this hobby of not giving exact change and forcing jewellery tours down our throats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;psycho-freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of stuff i got with just 200bucks&lt;br /&gt;(LETS SINGAPORE DOLLARS, HEY HARD DRIVE. haha &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ramones tees be damned&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1 Vans slip-ons, brown&lt;br /&gt;1 summer flats, white&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of Tim Burton heels&lt;br /&gt;1 Abercrombie and Fitch tee&lt;br /&gt;1 black party top with green polka dots&lt;br /&gt;1 long-sleeved summer shirt (Feroze got this for me hehe)&lt;br /&gt;1 black half-cut punkrock sweater (and this one too. heh)&lt;br /&gt;1 green military sweater&lt;br /&gt;1 suede pleated skirt&lt;br /&gt;1 Spongebob Squarepants black hoodie&lt;br /&gt;1 polka-dotted bikini, orange-red on black&lt;br /&gt;1 green military hat (I FUCKIN LOST IT IN A CAB IN A HURRY TO GO TO AIRPORT. AND MY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE USED AND THE ATARIS BADGES&lt;/span&gt; WERE ON IT TOO. I LOST THE USED PIN TWICE ALREADY DEY. THAT BAND IS CURSED.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Mom&lt;br /&gt;1 dark brown pleated skirt&lt;br /&gt;1 bronze Dior wallet (LOST THAT ON IN THE CAB TOO. KANINA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for step-Dad&lt;br /&gt;1 Marijuana graphic black tee (HAHA! he was afterall a surfer)&lt;br /&gt;1 Sex Pistols baseball tee (yeah, he listens to them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Bro&lt;br /&gt;1 summer striped tee, Adam Brody-style&lt;br /&gt;1 dark green Black Eyed Peas, Monkey Business baseball tee (chibai, long description sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Sis&lt;br /&gt;1 Spongebob Squarepants black hoodie (mine with red zipper, hers is blue)&lt;br /&gt;1 Bohemian dark purple skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for step-Sis&lt;br /&gt;1 basic black military hat with Friday Clothing badge (might as well promote Friday in the United States eh? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my cousin&lt;br /&gt;1 Tuk-tuk fridge magnet (I LOST THAT TOO IN THE CAB, FUCK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Feroze&lt;br /&gt;1 generic-designed Atticus tee (this one confirmed original)&lt;br /&gt;2 Volcom stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got himself this summer shirt ala &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everytime I Die vox in 'Kill The Music' vid&lt;/span&gt;.heh.&lt;br /&gt;Plus a lot of other stuff not to mention, a &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;super nice black military top which looks like the Hurley jacket on the back cover of Alternative Press mag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tuk-tuk ride which was more like a deathwish&lt;br /&gt;2 nights of fine dining at the Muslim Indian restaurant in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;1 dinner at A&amp;W (wassup with this? we also had it at Malaysia during the band tour)&lt;br /&gt;1 brunch at Burger King (man, the super fudge was super delish!)&lt;br /&gt;Tea at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mrs Fields&lt;/span&gt; in MBK Centre (BANANA MUFFINS ROCK LAH)&lt;br /&gt;and lots and lots of ICED THAI TEA!!! yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam at the pool in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First Hotel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel? Not bad. Good service but the tiny roaches are NOT NEEDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chips by the pool and chicken basket. Served by Rendesvous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;French Affair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Mabel and Shalu said Feroze and I looked like some lost Frenchies on a vacation cos of the way we dressed.&lt;br /&gt;me in my white polka-dotted black sundress and black Helena flats plus big shades.&lt;br /&gt;him in that black polo tee with striped white-red pull-over and faded blue jeans plus Aviator shades.&lt;br /&gt;ok now i hear people screaming "FASHION CORE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. who the fuck cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like we were living high-end. If only for 4days. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess, we're broke. But its okay, I feel contented and damn high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of graffiti and tags. Wandie and Fairula would be into it.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes like at Mondo's for 199baht (thats like 8bucks). Thought of buying for Sab but the sizes are too big for her. And I had to also look for 2m cloth for Grandma which I didn't get around to buying due to time constraints and stupid cabbies.&lt;br /&gt;I had Suhaily's advice in mind. NEVER BUY FOOD FROM 7-ELEVEN OR HAWKER CENTRES.&lt;br /&gt;all got pork sia. Ok, cept for bread. duh.&lt;br /&gt;She told me once bout it when her family went there and they were practically hungry the whole time. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;Halal food quite difficult to find. Vans shoes too! STUPID CHATUJAK MARKET ONLY OPEN DURING WEEKENDS! and we got there on a Sunday. fuyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tough luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps: i didn't club at Bangkok Hard Rock though my mom told me to. hah. YES, you didn't get me wrong, MY MOM TOLD ME TO CLUB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aren't i an angel? (OMG HAZIQ I SOUND LIKE YOU!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113038576704553792?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113038576704553792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113038576704553792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113038576704553792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113038576704553792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/bangkok-was-like-words-of-nurul-o-m-g.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-113000147264349986</id><published>2005-10-23T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:17:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never know how it feels until it happens to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a fan of books or hate Harry Potter for some reason then hop to some other blog please, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm slow, shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my long overdue Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess I was just too busy with my life outside of home. Cut me some slack, mom.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep cos of all the excitement for tomorrow's trip to Bangkok (WOOHOO! 7.30am at Terminal1!) so I picked up the cobweb-covered book and read it til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known I'd cried. I just couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;Been a bit too in touch with my emotions lately.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, cry.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, cry.&lt;br /&gt;Lost phone, cry.&lt;br /&gt;Angry, cry. (well, they're just anger tears, thats what I call em)&lt;br /&gt;Super happy also must have teary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore died, cry. Cried an Indus River.&lt;br /&gt;The curse was too horrible for a kind wizard and principal (non-existent in this country, however, referring to "principal").&lt;br /&gt;Snape is the ultimate No.1 betrayer in the universe, then Brad Pitt comes 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm in Team Aniston, obviously)&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was described so vividly and the sense of remorse was so overwhelming that I'm beginning to ponder if Jo Rowling is human. Or witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those who read books like these are people of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you read blindly and not feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can a book make you laugh like mad one page then make you swear on another?&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn, make you break your fast. Thats if you read during fasting time and yelled out "NABEI CHIBAI!" when Snape had Harry for detention every Saturday. Cos you're not supposed to swear when fasting.&lt;br /&gt;And then laughed like one hooligan when Ron made sideline jokes or uneccesary comments. He seriosuly reminds me of Zad, looks a lot like him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral really made my eyes well up with tears. The songs by the merpeople, the tribute by the centaurs, the sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Such perfect words for a perfect story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're not a fan, stop sniggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could actually really part your soul by killing others to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing if that's real, everyone in Singapore would have been murderers.&lt;br /&gt;Its so obvious. What with the unhappiness and uncontentedness people easily feel nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;The kiasuness is irreplaceble.&lt;br /&gt;Board a train during peak hours and trust me, you'd know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Even I would wanna kill and go to the Dark Side if ever I'm a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with Dumbledore as guidance, I doubt anyone would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicting isn't it? How views can change in just a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cos he's such a significant character. Dumbledore is.&lt;br /&gt;I seriusly wonder if he would become a ghost or maybe Harry can communicate with him through the living portrait of him in the Headmaster's (now Headmistress) room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book would be the last.&lt;br /&gt;So unless Harry finds the rest of the Horcruxes, I wish (oh how I fucking wish), Voldermort would die.&lt;br /&gt;And just get lost lah. Heart pain sia.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he was so handsome and gothic when he was Tom Riddle kinda helped a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not shallow and still think he should just go and die.&lt;br /&gt;Please die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids, lets wait for another year or two before the last book comes out in stores and then we'll hear nothing of Potter ever again.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'll cry. An ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fall Out Boy songs killed the mood of course.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: read a book without listening to sexually-incorporated punkrock songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-113000147264349986?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/113000147264349986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=113000147264349986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113000147264349986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/113000147264349986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/youll-never-know-how-it-feels-until-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112952365001081183</id><published>2005-10-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:43:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;housework housework housework.&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm actually beginning to like doing all this crap. having no maid is not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;kinda gives me the time to actually socialise with my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;woo! talking to my bro bout music kinda rocks. and to actually influence my sis into listening to mcr and falloutboy is super fun!&lt;br /&gt;now, she likes heartwell ending. hah!&lt;br /&gt;i do the dishes, wash the clothes, hang them, fold them, clean the kicthen, make the beds, be all Monica (from Friends), my bro mops the floor, sis just do the extra stuff that we don't wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahahaha. like, go up and down the stairs fetching crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at 6pm, gonna meet Wendy and Janice at Somerset for a filming production.&lt;br /&gt;anyone got any idea how to dress "mature glam clubwear"?&lt;br /&gt;i got something in mind, so hope it'll be fun. haha Irish Pub. wth.&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss Wendy. Her hair's jet black now. WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;she looks much fairer and that'd be so much easier to dress gothic. haha!&lt;br /&gt;really hope that the prodction ends early and we don't have to dance like mad for so many takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that Sab liked the tee. its one in infinity.&lt;br /&gt;haha, nobody has it. and yeah, no Owen in that gift wrap, babe. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time, we'll try to nap Owen and mail him to you. just for viewing pleasure. hahahhahaahah. 2 dimensional uh.&lt;br /&gt;Faliq's tee says "friend with priveleges"&lt;br /&gt;i saw and said "eh sial ah! friend with priveleges? kurang ajar!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha translated "eh sial ah! friend with priveleges! how rude!"&lt;br /&gt;i seriously suck in translating malay words, so give me a break man.&lt;br /&gt;i think what made it funny was how Sulaimi aka Sort reacted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;man, his music video was so so so so so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Taufik Batisah can kiss his ass!&lt;br /&gt;and the most exciting part was his media player! freakin cool sia!&lt;br /&gt;its like iPod Nano but smaller! and white! and picture clarity! and good sound quality! and cute! and light! and MCR VIDEOS! haha, last one was unaccounted for.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;what brand was it again? oh, something like Dyien?&lt;br /&gt;erm yeah. costs 400bucks though.&lt;br /&gt;where the freak did Sort get the money?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, his rap was not bad. got Aerosol Machanics Coutnerpartz all.&lt;br /&gt;thats AMC for ya. local graff crew.&lt;br /&gt;editing also not bad. locations were alright uh. haha damn local.&lt;br /&gt;and if it wasn't for Zad and his iconic animated actions, last night would have been weirdly dull. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for spitting like a bullet ZAD! hahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Mazy was there too and Feroze and of cos, the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Deuce Not-so-big-below and laughed out loud but Sab was right, it wasn't as good as 40year old virgin. hah!&lt;br /&gt;and then got home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;overslept so didn't get to enrol for IS modules but there's another slot at 10pm and i hope i get back in time.&lt;br /&gt;Events Management anyone?&lt;br /&gt;JON! we can organise a gig! MWAAAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;club parties with DJ spinning Hiphop/R&amp;B are so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe not if they do D&amp;amp;B. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;B is drum&amp;amp;bass by the way. or elektrolash. hah.&lt;br /&gt;this aint Germany man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to Sort, now I know that school's starting on 31st oct!&lt;br /&gt;KEPALA BUTOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! fucking pissed sial.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is my school thinking? starting so early ITS NOT EVEN HARI RAYA YET. LET ALONE CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBAI! FUCK U LAH, WHOEVER GOT THAT BRILLIANT IDEA TO OPEN SCHOOL WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE IS HAVIN HOLS? BODOH!&lt;br /&gt;KONEK TAK CEBOK!&lt;br /&gt;MAK BAPAK TAK AJAR SIAL!&lt;br /&gt;MAN WE JUST STARTED OUR HOLS SIAL!&lt;br /&gt;FASTING MONTH STARTED RIGHT AFTER OUR LAST EXAM WHICH WAS NOT EVEN THE START OF HOLS! IT WAS DURING EXAM WEEK, YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;DID U FREAKS THINK ABT THAT HUH? WHAT KIND OF A SYSTEM IS THIS?&lt;br /&gt;WE SLOGGED AND SLOGGED FOR ASSIGNMENTS AND EXAMS AND THIS IS WHAT WE GET?&lt;br /&gt;MAN, WE'RE NOT SLAVES FOR YOUR FUCKED UP EDUCATION-NATION!&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE STILL KIDS WHO NEED TO HAVE A BREAK FROM STRESS AND CRAP THAT WE DON'T EVEN ASK FOR BUT STILL HAVE TO DO FOR THE SAKE OF A DIPLOMA!&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAVE KIDS, THEY'RE SO NOT STUDYING HERE.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SYSTEM STUPID STUPID STUPID. ALL BRAIN WASHED LIKE NUTHEADS.&lt;br /&gt;NO MIND OF YOUR OWN! GO WASH YOUR MOMMA'S TITS LAH!&lt;br /&gt;GO SHAVE YOUR PUBES! ASSHOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, done. all the anger's out. maybe later post again for the next session of "murder all the shitheads who think kids and teens are slaves for the education system and beings who have no lives outside school and are all stay-at-home-study-buddies and geeks-who-are-skinny-with-lifeless-bodies-and-knows-nothing-abt-fun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING FOR THE MINISTRY OF EDUCATION AND WOULD LIKE TO SUE ME FOR DEFAMATION. THINK AGAIN, I DID NOT BLOODY TYPE ANY NAMES. SO BOO YA! WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112952365001081183?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112952365001081183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112952365001081183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112952365001081183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112952365001081183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/housework-housework-housework.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112939867754964312</id><published>2005-10-16T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:29:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY SABARIAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah u can do all those 3 things in 1 go. just like u said.&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WISH I CAN GET YOU A DILDO FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY! HEHEHEHEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda just got back from Geylang with my family. Its crowded. God forbid.&lt;br /&gt;ended up buying shoes for bro, GAP tees (cheap siao) for my sister, my little cousin in London, my half-brothers living with my biological dad and me. and in just that one sentence, u can see how crazy my family tree is.&lt;br /&gt;we're going there again tomorrow afternoon to seriously shop for Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a big group of us went to Ripples Bar for a birthday party which i wished Sab was at. cos we planned something AFTER the party (post-party activities. heh)&lt;br /&gt;but Sab told me she can't go out Friday night cos her aunts planned a celebration for her already.&lt;br /&gt;The bands that played were sucky apart from the opening one and the last one we saw. End My Ordeal and 4th Avenue respectively.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st band played Helena. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;I think Feroze's bandmate, Ahmad was freakin funny. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he attempts magic tricks and try really hard to make me gasp in awe.&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on revealing his tricks and he just got fed up and said "POOF!" and hid under the McDonald's table.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;I even revealed Owen's one which I thought was quite cool at first then it got really obvious by the 3rd time. Duh, owen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow's Sunday and we're gonna have dinner at Magic Wok, Orchard with&lt;br /&gt;sab the b'day girl, me, feroze and maybe owen, maziah, izzad and some friends, maybe arie n haziq, sort (if he's not workin).&lt;br /&gt;meet at Orchard 6pm guys, zad's booking a table. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. There'll be a production by some FSV kids and I'm helping out to act as a dancer with Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;that ought to be fun. woo!&lt;br /&gt;and then on Thursday........... *jet jet jet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BANGKOK!!! wooohoo!!!!!!!! GIVE ME THE CREEEPS! YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;depart at 9.20am by JetStar Asia. freakin budget but WHO CARES?! gonna be damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;comin back on the 23rd oct, Sunday at night, 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;shiokingnesois (copyright)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy sneakers and slip-ons and lotsa sun dresses!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. if money allows me to. heh.&lt;br /&gt;so to the SAWADEEKAPland i shall go to! just like what Syazwan would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Ness, HALLO! WHEN TO GIVE YOUR BIRTHDAY GIFT DEY?! haah. i see the freaking present i feel like ripping the paper off. haha! its so so tempting. i'll see u at town tmr to pass it to u.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Ness is selling some CDs. stuff ranges from Boysetfire to Soulfly and some Korn.&lt;br /&gt;proceed to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/sgselltrade/2368298.html?style=mine#cutid1"&gt;this link right here &lt;/a&gt;for 5dollar CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to Jon, BUY THE TEE LAH! pls? heehee. or ask ur bandmates to buy. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! SHALU! buy the tee frm meeeee. i promise u tt u will look as rad as me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah right. ok nvm, at bangkok u all will shop to da max right? so spare some cash and buy Friday tees. then we all go to school wearing the different designs. so yeah, that'd be so so so so cool. ppl will actually wanna shoot us in the head for being that cool.&lt;br /&gt;its scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahahahahah. please dun take me too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;to arie, thanks for saying that you'll be my bullet-proof vest if anyone would wanna shoot or stab me from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;man, some people do make life happy. and some should just be kept in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;funeral for a friend indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112939867754964312?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112939867754964312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112939867754964312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112939867754964312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112939867754964312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-18th-birthday-sabariah-yeah-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112875697933921918</id><published>2005-10-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:36:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not fasting. due to period. it decided to give an early visit.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've told Sab bout today's gig. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SubStation&lt;br /&gt;8bucks&lt;br /&gt;Dyna Turmoi, Dear Arson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be there or be square.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i miss Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was halfway blogging and chattin to Ian from Hamartia and he told me the gig's not happening.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;wasted time typing and guess what? i called a wrong number when i tried to contact Inn of Dyna Turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;MAMPOS! ahhahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my school grades just went down hill from last year's. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no As at all. had 3 As last time but this sem sucks. highest was b+ for Photography and Storytelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;b for Media Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c+ for Media Research Methiods (which means I got a b+ for the exam! WOOHOO!) and TV Prod (which i thought i would get a b for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d+ for newswriting and an astounding d for Advertising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah, advertising can kiss my ass. am so not gonna work in that industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets just stick to making music videos for local bands, shall we. ARRGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the video's gonna be outta ur reach, it'll suck ur eyes off the sockets. its gonna be so so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha die jo die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good news? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we got a freakin b+ for newspaper project man! WHOA, thats off  the shize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112875697933921918?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112875697933921918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112875697933921918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112875697933921918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112875697933921918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112855365487007580</id><published>2005-10-06T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:15:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing this for my friend Amanda, who's organising a party this week. I can't go babe. Go read the previus post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If like, you'd be kind enough to actually organise a party AFTER Raya? Thanks. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mafia Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;At China Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;7th Oct, Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;R&amp;B and Top40s (WAHAHAHAHHA. What? playing Rick Dee's uh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;$10 for dolls, $12 for dogs (kiddin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*the tix price apllies for ppl from poly or uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;$15 for dolls, $18 for guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*this price is for the rest of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, tell me and I'll tell her.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the messenger and I'll always be, so long as I don't get shot.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. you know the saying, shoot the messenger? you don't?&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets try some new English lessons, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess today I just have to run some errands and send those photos to the talent agency. woo!&lt;br /&gt;No, its not one of those talent/model crap like freakin Fasio or creeps who approach you at Orchard. This one's just for normal kids to be cast as extras. But its kinda cool cos I'd get a membership card that allows me to have shoots at MediaCorp.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it was Nickelodeon instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jon, I'll return you Nightmare Before Christmas at town most prob.&lt;br /&gt;The special features are really amazing. I mean, 180 Jack Skellington heads just for shots of different facial expressions?! mad sia.&lt;br /&gt;Still got time to do all those storyboards and various sizes of settings plus 4 freaking duplicates of each character? foo!&lt;br /&gt;Tim Burton just got top notch on my list of fave directors.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Peter Jackson, you gotta be quicker in making that film on The Hobbit, mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Irfan, I got your discman back but Amanda keeps forgetting about Van Helsing.&lt;br /&gt;Manda, wake up please. I'm fasting you know, you won't want me to lose patience.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. I'll get it from you today or tomorrow, so prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maz, why don't we get a job somewhere else? Isetan boring uh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its wise to do sales promoting with you cos we'd end up chatting and trying on those clothes ourselves. Worse, maybe even buying them. (I like the blazer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shalu, I WANNA MEET YOU! I think I'm the only loser who hasn't seen your hairdo!&lt;br /&gt;Unjustified man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112855365487007580?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112855365487007580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112855365487007580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112855365487007580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112855365487007580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-doing-this-for-my-friend-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112832438195010607</id><published>2005-10-03T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:26:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a thousand apologies to my fellow party friends who were at Cocolatte on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasting month starts this week, so i would feel a bad aura if i went out clubbing that night. alcohol aside, i would still feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sorry i wasn't there to start the party like how i used to (n what i used to do to poles. that made shalu go "jo and poles go together")&lt;br /&gt;nabei.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;as u can see, i still havent got my tagboard up or planning to have comments for my posts.&lt;br /&gt;haha cos freedom of speech is in this season. so all u ppl who wanna talk crap here, go dig ur sorry asses.&lt;br /&gt;hee.muack i love u too. to my shalu, u can just sms me la. cos i sometimes randomly sms u to say i miss u. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there might be a new band out this month that includes Feroze, Josh, Munchies at 9's guitarist and some other fellas i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;they havin audition this sat for a gig in November. so good luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;to Jon, sorry they play hardcore, if not you could have a chance playing a gig as a bassist in the band.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, November means Raya and i would probably wanna go to Bangkok for that skate comp Syed's in (no not that syed, this one's a pro skater who won that Lords of Dogtown Skate Comp). well that is if i can't collect enough money for the Bangkok trip with Mabel, Shalu, Amanda, Melvin etc.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, math in the works.&lt;br /&gt;money.money.money.&lt;br /&gt;geesh, how materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its all for travelling!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;ps: SAB! u missed an arts opening last Friday! urgh. but it was crap, so don't worry! wakakakaka. there was 1 painting of a nude female/male body and his/her pubic hair was REAL HAIR sial. mixed media uh. haha like what we used to do back in sec sch. don't ask how ocme i can't tell if it was a male or female. (i honestly got no idea)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112832438195010607?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112832438195010607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112832438195010607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112832438195010607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112832438195010607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/10/thousand-apologies-to-my-fellow-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112794191609776085</id><published>2005-09-29T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T05:11:56.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing research called Methods and Techniques of Chinese Landscape painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, art kid.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha. This is for you, Jon. I updated this though its only a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: WE'RE WATCHING THE CORPSE BRIDE! WOOHOO! WEAR ALL BLACK UH.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, anyone going to Ben's party this Friday? (speaking of Friday, check out &lt;a href="http://www.indiewhispers.com"&gt;www.indiewhispers.com&lt;/a&gt; to look at Friday Clothing designs. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Valley of Arts, beta preview party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chinablack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;30th Sept, Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Entry at 7pm, show starts 8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;$16bucks include 1 drink, goodies, Apple member card, free haircut voucher from Jeanyip (yes, we are all balding for some reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112794191609776085?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112794191609776085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112794191609776085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112794191609776085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112794191609776085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/doing-research-called-methods-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112774364773059471</id><published>2005-09-26T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:19:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT KL PHOTOS FROM IKAY'S BLOG HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/evilxmemories/64302.html#cutid1"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/evilxmemories/64302.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i haven't uploaded my photos, there are pictures of the gig at Seremban in my camera.(Ikay's doesn't have).&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm pretty sure izzad enjoyed his stay at Australia. haha. tour with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Prec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ious&lt;/span&gt; sia! not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;some funny moments captured in the photographs. and good photography too. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now working part-time as a Sales Promoter at Isetan Wisma Atria under this clothing line called Instinct (instinct my ass) for a mere 5days and oh my goodness, it's boring. Thank God, the aunt I made friends with has a contact with a talent agency and maybe one day you can see me as an extra in a cheapskate movie or something. whahahaahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend's gigs were awesome. well apart from the fact that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Narrowminded&lt;/span&gt; didn't play a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rufio&lt;/span&gt; cover. but who cares? they were GOOD ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i was kinda slow in finding out that Nurul, the organiser was Fairula and Farhan's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD, she owns the most wicked Doc Martens. nice chica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for trying to surprise me in wanting me to know that the fellas we went to Malaysia with were all there at &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Beat Merchant&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. nice one. felt like a reunion uh.&lt;br /&gt;now all we need is a place to eat called Nasi Public. (aka Public Rice. *pity it doesn't make any sense*.....pubic rice?k nvm.)&lt;br /&gt;Hamartia played Confined again.&lt;br /&gt;it was a gig that felt damn Malaysian. I think the dark lanes did the job.&lt;br /&gt;and that old man singing - creeepy sial. whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;the gig reminded me of the one at Seremban. why? NO FUCKING VENTILATION.&lt;br /&gt;for the one at &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Full Moon Bar&lt;/span&gt;, it was the exact opposite. haha cos it was right next to the beach. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry sabby, you didn't miss a thing. good luck with ze portfolio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mabel, you bloody shocked me to death sia. please do not yell in the Isetan. haha k that sentence kinda made me think of Russell Peters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, my name is Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;why the freak keep calling me Joanne?? (i'm not talkin bout Mabel, she pronounced my name LOUD and clear.)&lt;br /&gt;was talking bout Calvin Klein. (aka CK)&lt;br /&gt;haha last day wednesday. Shalu u better come and take ur pay and let me pass u MCR songs and your birthday photos. I bring along thumbdrives everywhere i go sial now.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i steal media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH i bet he's watching &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Columbine Massacre&lt;/span&gt; now. FUCK. I wish I had cable!&lt;br /&gt;but its OKAY. cos i have &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; DVD with me.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH JON. and thanks for lunching with me at Subway! and thanks for the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Revoltage&lt;/span&gt; badge! woo! hope to listen to your new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, anyone wanna party this saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dip in Cocolatte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Date: 1st Oct 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Venue: Cocolatte lah duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tix: 14bucks (plus 1 free drink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1for1 drinks from 12 to 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey JJ, get back to me as soon as you can. man, i hope you read this blog. whahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;ps: bring ALL your graff friends plus AMC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112774364773059471?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112774364773059471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112774364773059471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112774364773059471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112774364773059471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-out-kl-photos-from-ikays-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112718987932393831</id><published>2005-09-20T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:33:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KL Trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there. ok here's what's happenin this week (before i crap bout the KL trip)&lt;br /&gt;*your mother cheebai, your father cheebai.. INSIDE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chalet for Ex-Greenviewans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;21st to 23rd Sept, Wed to Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Downtown East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;5bucks per head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We met up at 6pm Woodlands and took a bus to Johor then SEREMBAN, the second gig was at KLANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dyna Turmoil, Hamartia, No Direction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;were there. hahahahaha. BEP was Khus, Zul, Feroze, Rabia, Zana and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fun ride,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hair in Ramlee burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, watched the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cannibal Holocaust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in the bus, people kept singing Wake Up the Dead song, laughed, laughed, laughed. *KRENTENG!* Cannibal Holocaust was full of sex sia. Not much violence until the end. And by that time, half were snoring in the bus already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Seremban bus terminal, waited for the organiser for like INFINITY and had trouble finding hotels.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my cannibal romance. Good one Zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chilled in front of MayBank and Inn had erm a problem with inner thighs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally got a fuckin crappy hotel (damn that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Adelphi)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that was invaded by mosquitos. There was mosquito blood on my MCR mag. Thats how fatal the batal was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Suhayl, Rabia and Hezwan used our bathroom and we all slept in very awkward positions to avoid the holes in the bed sheet. WHAHAHHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had very minimal sleep and had brunch at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&amp;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Old Skool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called a cab and got to the jamming studio before walking over to the gig place which was at a deserted building, with a faggot living downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to some music with Dil and most of us were just lying down at the jamming place and smelling each other's killer socks.&lt;br /&gt;At the gig..............&lt;br /&gt;NO FREAKIN VENTILATION.&lt;br /&gt;Like there was a drought cos water DID NOT come out of the tap.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;The Singaporeans overtook the fans and some continued playing taiti where they left off at the bus terminal the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Direction&lt;/em&gt; played, hey their new songs were great. And I was so blur I didn't even know I had Hezwan's email add. I could have asked him to send me some of their songs before the trip. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;They alternate Singapore bands and local ones so whenever the local ones played, some went out to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then came &lt;em&gt;Hamartia&lt;/em&gt;, they played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As I Lay Dying's Confined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. All were hyped and I was just standing there taking photos. Soon, I couldn't take it and joined them, fist dancing, jumping, kicking around and shit. FUN SIAL. Their ska intro was kinda weird and funny though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zad as pernormal, made odd movements I don't fully understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that &lt;em&gt;Dyna Turmoil&lt;/em&gt; played and by then I was already moshing especially to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Zookeepers Are Liars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been a long time since I've seen their show so YAH MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Russell Peters is officially famous now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rock &amp;amp; Roll Suicide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was fuyoh (no moer words to describe) and then they also played &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Bled&lt;/span&gt;, Feroze's fave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After the gig, we took a couple of photos (I haven't upload to flickr yet). Some black guy talked about Singapore and Toa Payoh or shit like that. It sounded funny, too bad the girls were already chauffered to the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we made our way to the hotel at Klang which was called err.. ERR... fuck I can't remember. BUT HELL IT WAS NICE. Way way way better than the previous hotel that had a fucking dry pool filled with algae. KIMEK. That one I can vividly remember was LAKEVIEW HOTEL. Lakeview Kanina la. hahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up in a room full of couples. We shared a room with Sam &amp; Zana and Suhayl &amp;amp; Rabia.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I woke up and saw Fad and Dil. ahahhahaha! MALAYSIAN IDOL FUNNY DEY. The chinese guy looked like SLY.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there was actually a bath tub! And it was clean. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were drove by the Malaysians to the more urban place and had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there. YEAH! Wish fulfilled. The deposit from the hotel was quite a lot so we paid a portion of the bill. And boy was the service SUCKY. freakin SLOW. They even lacked spaghetti? And there was only 23 of us and less than 10 people downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;While waiting for food, the girls went window shopping. That was how slow service was. Got time to shop some more.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda regret not buying the Volcom shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The gig at Klang was cocked up but the crowd was VIOLENT. Feroze told me their first breakdown was WOW. But I saw them and yeah man, the Klang guys looked pretty dangerous to me. What with face mask and bandana all. Walao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TheDearlyMissed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Silverstein's Giving Up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I kinda brisk walked to the stage and shouted to the lyrics. To da max sia. Turned around and bumped into Ian, Hamartia's vox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of him, man that recorded phone call between a Chinese fella and a Bangla was HILARIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(f**kin bangla, Indian motherf**ker) OMG it was funny. Offensive but still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Khus gave me his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt; mag and now I feel like buying a lot of DVDs. Latest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Underoath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DVD package was designed by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Converge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and I feel like buying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BUT I'M BROKE. Gotta get a job.&lt;br /&gt;Bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Voices of Hardcore tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;super black jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MCR mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thedearlymissed cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FriendsEnemies cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;gum, gum, gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Left with 100RM and wanted to buy that military cap at Miz29 but Nah. Watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Brothers Grimm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was more worth it. Been ages since I've watched a proper movie at a cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I yelled "HI MABEL!" at Pepper Lunch. Psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;So now waiting for (the sun whaahhaha) the next trip to BANGKOK.&lt;br /&gt;*another one bites the dust* wahahhahahahahahah. ok inside joke. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MUST WORK FIRST! Mom, get me a job at Nickelodeon PLEASE. I don't even care if I have to be a Spongebob mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112718987932393831?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112718987932393831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112718987932393831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112718987932393831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112718987932393831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/kl-trip-hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112623875465434566</id><published>2005-09-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:19:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;br /&gt;good luck for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's friday and i'm not out.&lt;br /&gt;there's a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;skateboarding competition&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. sab, u wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;vampire's taking part (you should know who that is)&lt;br /&gt;owen's gonna be there and some other fellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vatican City&lt;/span&gt; exhibition and the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;25th Anniversary print-making&lt;/span&gt; exhibition yesterday. the former was fun and really interesting, the latter, well i went for the opening with my parents and there was free food and drinks. so what else? good ah!&lt;br /&gt;what a bloody hot day it was, ice cream melted within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;if you have the money, go to the real Vatican City. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, Arie, Haziq and his cousin came over after midnight, RIGHT before i went to bed. mampos.&lt;br /&gt;haha ZIQ! how did you manage to get on the freakin scrambler uh? you liar, you told me it was urgent that we HAVE to meet and talk. hee. love you, bro. quite smart uh. found my house rather quickly. miss talking to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday would be spent studying AGAIN. gotta get good grades or just roll down that hill in school.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BANGKOK&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait! shalu, someone joinin us! woo! we should go to the clubs where we can find a lot of transsexuals. yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;oh and that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KL trip to watch Dyna Turmoil play&lt;/span&gt;. SAB, wanna go? who else wanna go? Suhayl invited me so yeah, everyone should go.&lt;br /&gt;then there's another thingy happening at Bangkok some time November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BROKE. SO SO BROKE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have to plan an outing with JJ for you guys&lt;/span&gt;. that'd be after the exams. you all better not have freakin conflicts and shit cos it'll be difficult to choose who we can invite and not invite. all in the name of fun yeah?&lt;br /&gt;JJ and I will call u guys up by next week to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Indochine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Party on the 16th Sept, Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tix $16 for girls, $18 for guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(don't ask me if you can enter if you're under-age. go get fake id)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to jon, you and Maksim have something in common. gothicness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for the video you took at DXO. the lighting was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112623875465434566?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112623875465434566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112623875465434566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112623875465434566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112623875465434566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112594142158541838</id><published>2005-09-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:38:06.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought my obsession with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my chemical romance&lt;/span&gt; has faded, it came to haunt me again.&lt;br /&gt;with the same song i fell in love with 3 years ago and now the video - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it struck a fuckin cord in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's so freaking artistic and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;the theme was war and in this video, the band members played the soldiers who died.&lt;br /&gt;the main character who plays the unfortunate victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mikey Way, Gerrard's brother aka the bassist&lt;/span&gt;. the victims were also the girlfriends and lovers of the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinematography rocks. the art direction - super GOOD. the creative input, freakingly superb.&lt;br /&gt;the transitions, the special effects, the emotions, the fading in and out, the music, the sound effects, the costumes, the drums which sounded like gunfire, the set, the beach, the dance hall, the ladies, the era, the everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the results? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;orgasmic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was one of the few who knew bout it and my msn nick kinda helped pass the message around that they had a new video.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;this is so off the SHITZO. whatever the fuck that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;be blown away, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just fell in love again.&lt;br /&gt;the last shot was haunting... sets his his eyes ablaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112594142158541838?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112594142158541838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112594142158541838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112594142158541838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112594142158541838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112592748663471556</id><published>2005-09-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:38:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a63/jo_mosh/Sarahandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;moving on everyone.. hahaha. sarah, can I ask you something? Did you and Terence had a good date just now at Pastamania? heehee.. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;to NPress team, THE DRAMA AND ANXIETY WAS FUNNY. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Give me the report!!!!" shouted one.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;WHOAness. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;to sabby, your problem can be solved and let me tell ya something, i seriously think he felt something for you. (M*g*cF**g*rs). I wish you good luck with erm the situation Sab. Love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;HEY EVERYBODY, I GOT A NEW CAT! kay, I'm beginning to be like you. You had seven cats, I got five. 2 more to go!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112592748663471556?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112592748663471556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112592748663471556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112592748663471556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112592748663471556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112585056440262238</id><published>2005-09-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:30:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"and because of you, jo is going to end up drifting further and further away from her two best friends. you want that?" - infringedcopyright.easyjournal.com, post dated 9.4.2005, par 3 (It is officially "public" am I not right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Hello. Listen to me, I am fucking drifting away from my best friends or even my family for that matter NOT because of the person i'm dating. But because of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, PLEASE GET THAT TO YOUR HEADS. I AM NOT IGNORING YOU (SAB, SU, IRFAN, FADLI, GHAIR, ARIE, HAZIQ, LEMAN ETC). Eh you all confirm got stuff to do also right? so why blame it on me sial?&lt;br /&gt;COME, I WELCOME YOU TO MASS COMM, FMS, NGEE ANN POLY WITH FUCKING WIDE OPEN ARMS AND IF YOU DON'T WANNA BELIEVE WHAT I SAID AND PREFER TO TRUST SYED. THEN ITS YOUR LOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;My family's got a problem with me last time when I spent too much of bloody time with you and now you got the bloody nerve to tell me that I'm drifting away from them cos of dates? Whoa. Pretty bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jo, i bet you're gonna get pissed off reading this but i'm sorry. you ended it telling me you wanted to be single so now i just want to finish this with your 'friend'. besides, you even get pissed off at me when bad stuff that happens isn't even my fault. let's just put it this way. YOU brought ALL of THIS upon YOURSELF. the truth hurts. just like how i found out the truth about you and fangface hurt." - infringedcopyright.easyjournal.com, post dated 4.9.2005, par 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me get this straight, you text my mother almost everyday at one moment of time and my dad saw you loitering around my house late at night (more than once) now you're saying I can't make my own decisons in life. Even if that decision is with whom I wanna date or have a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know you were hurt because things between us didn't go that well. How many times have we encountered problems that made you cry? How many times have you lost temper or throw tantrums? How many times have i told you that being with you sometimes feel like I have a kid to look after? How many times have i told you this relationship is taking a toll on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;My mistake, it WAS tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Now i just wanna chill and sit back.&lt;br /&gt;I go out with him, sometimes with friends. I also go out with my polymates. HOWEVER, most of the time spent was for SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Do you even have any idea how many times I had to sleep over at friends' or use the internet at Macs just so I could send files to my groupmates late at nite using laptop? Do you know what time I go home everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. No. you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me that I have made a mistake by suddenly wanting to be with someone although I said I wanted to be single before.&lt;br /&gt;I was single for a month. remember that.&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I took a breather, now I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok? I just hope you would be to. With Tanya or something. (I can't remember who posted that heart-warming comment on your post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're friends and if you're acting majorly weird or try telling my mom stuff that I SHOULD KNOW BEFOREHAND (My mom is NOT your ex, keep that in mind), I'll seriously take all my anger I've controlled while doing my projects and bleed it on to you.&lt;br /&gt;This is getting out of hand. You have to stop making my mother worried.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is between the teenagers involved not their parents.&lt;br /&gt;I know my mom is understanding and gave you words of encouragement BUT she is not involved and don't even start with my dad. BEAR THAT IN MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I shouldn't have invited you to the party at Home club if I knew you'd gonna be like this. And just so you know, I DID NOT TEXT ANY OF YOUR PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you or ANYONE else dare to contact my parents just beacuse they're friendly and modern and not like how other conservative parents are.&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of others is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;Now to know that my parents aren't happy I spend most time out than in the house, would that make you glad? HUH? WOULD IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To my NPress team, especailly Penny and Fiona, we've made it. The submission is tomorrow. Lets hope for the very best and study hard for Media Research Methods and Advertising Exams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112585056440262238?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112585056440262238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112585056440262238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112585056440262238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112585056440262238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-because-of-you-jo-is-going-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112558146005213706</id><published>2005-09-01T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:31:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freak Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mycemeterydrive/39204405/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/39204405_b42e5696aa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mycemeterydrive/39204405/"&gt;The Freak Community&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mycemeterydrive/"&gt;Joanna Jo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from left jonathan aka mr act-fierce, mabel aka miss eek, shalu aka miss omigawd, jo aka miss oooo, penny aka Terence's Assistant. wahhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm not cut out for journalism or advertisisng. so lets go promote clothing wear for kids. tomorrow''s FRIDAY.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112558146005213706?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112558146005213706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112558146005213706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112558146005213706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112558146005213706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/09/freak-community.html' title='The Freak Community'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112521050801772732</id><published>2005-08-28T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:20:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Blog</title><content type='html'>WOI. Thanks for lending me those jeans and Nodes of Ranvier tee. By the way guys, someone told me he heard that Comeback Kid featured Gerrard Way in a song. If anyone knows, care to tell. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ayu, I was quite surprised that someone I don't even know actually liked my blog and posted an entry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's freakily cool. And I love your blogskin. Standing ovation for THAT one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So morbidly pornographic. YEAH I'm a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's interested in checking it out, here's the url - &lt;a href="http://www.unwrittenstoryline.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.unwrittenstoryline.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who made it to the gig at MICA building yesterday (Sat, 27aug), I bet you all enjoyed yourselves moshing to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dyna Turmoil&lt;/span&gt;. *ARGH*&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy overcomes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me company at home and watchin &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Elf&lt;/span&gt;. (Its really stupid and funny. DUH it has Will Farrell in it). Cheebai, the scene he got knocked down by the cab, CLASSIC.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Will, I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zouk on Friday night for a lingerie fashion show&lt;/span&gt; which was organised by Feroze's dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;Came late and the event was over. FUCK! I missed cheap half-naked women displaying their bodies! But I have to thank Mr Mcleod (Feroze's dad) for paying for my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Penny, I DO NOT HAVE LESBIAN TENDENCIES. Yes, even though I wanted to photograph those models. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was all dolled up that Friday night cos I was invited to STPI for a party. The theme was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;New York Black&lt;/span&gt; and Yana (my sis) and I were decked in black dresses and feather boas upon entering the party. One ticket costs 100bucks and they all missed me at work. 1-2-3 Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer took photos of my family and I posing infront of a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;$2million painting&lt;/span&gt; which I thought I could do way WAY better. Its ridiculuos. A canvas with black painting splattered over it. Man, it'll look like a piece of crap next to AMC's work. (Check it out at the National Library. Mural for S'pore's Writers Festival). Eh Wandie, Feroze found your face on one of the pages featuring AMC in that booklet they place in Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked hypocrits. Rich artists made thousands with their first painting and have contacts with the wealthy, sell or auction their paintings to these wealthy folks who have no inkling of what art is and get paid hundreds of thousands (some percentage goes to charity so that these rich folks think they're helping the community).&lt;br /&gt;Weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hossan Leong&lt;/span&gt; was there. He did a stand-up and the only one laughing hard was me. You can easily imagine that. WAHAHHAHAHAHA. I don't give a shit what they think. IT WAS FUNNY. I bet half the rich asses didn't KNOW or UNDERSTAND his jokes. Or maybe laughing was just too prudent. *Pfft*&lt;br /&gt;Lame crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hossan's opening was a song &amp; dance. I got upstage and danced with him cos the crowd cheered me on and he grabbed me by the waist. My initial plan was just to put my feather boa around his neck. *heran*&lt;br /&gt;Cameras clicked. HAHA. Fun-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer said our family photo would appear in a magazine. But hungry me was too occupied with the Chinese &amp;amp; Japanese food, I forgot to ask which magazine. HAHA! Oh well, my dad would be given a copy once its published.&lt;br /&gt;People had to pay big bucks for artist's catalogues but he gets them for FREE. OMG. How lucky.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they gave away &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt;, dey! WHOA. And also &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;margaritas and lychee martinees.&lt;/span&gt; ALL FREE FLOW. Plus the Chinese food came in those Chinese take-aways American style, complete with the boxes and &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;fortune cookies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine said&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; "You will have unusual success in business".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, everything about me is unusual. Even success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my dad thought it'd be funny to scare you outside my house. EVIL! hahahaha. "Froze in his shoes" thats what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Yan, I love you and I really hope you get well soon. And I really hope its just a migraine or school stress. Don't think of that girl too much, bro. We'll go shopping together again, yeah? And please stop skipping meals or play soccer in the hot freaking sun, it'll dehydrate you. It does affect your head ok. Brain scans are serious. Each individual can only get 2 cat scans in a lifetime cos each scan kills the nerves. Take care and don't think of Math too much. Not worth it uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can teach you quadratic equations and fractions in subtitutions if you want, bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112521050801772732?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112521050801772732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112521050801772732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112521050801772732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112521050801772732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/08/her-blog.html' title='Her Blog'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13969058.post-112481415486217073</id><published>2005-08-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:24:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday shalu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE 18TH BIRTHDAY, SHALU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos u rock my freakin world, babe.&lt;br /&gt;we'll ride the banana boat at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bangkok &lt;/span&gt;together with our bodies so close together. yeah?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha. k sicko.&lt;br /&gt;see ya in school darling. and if you're partying this Saturday at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liquid Room&lt;/span&gt;, do remember me as I would not be able to attend due to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Storytelling filming&lt;/span&gt; and a gig at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MICA building&lt;/span&gt; before that. SORRY BABE! muack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13969058-112481415486217073?l=dirtysneaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112481415486217073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13969058&amp;postID=112481415486217073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112481415486217073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13969058/posts/default/112481415486217073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtysneaks.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-shalu.html' title='happy birthday shalu'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08355145999590238789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FqePtGeYfc/Sb61dSSb-fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WwooGLntawM/S220/13_21black.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
