<?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-10355594</id><updated>2012-01-15T17:10:31.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artsie.fucksie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7853708096814157869</id><published>2009-03-31T15:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:53:28.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs</title><content type='html'>woooo, it's been a while since i posted something again. haha. too much going on all the time. damn money isn't easy earned. anyways, i recently just watched this and in all it's simplicity, it was brilliantly executed. heart warming and sweet in intonation. :) enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xffb3b3;color2=0xff6666" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7853708096814157869?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7853708096814157869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7853708096814157869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7853708096814157869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7853708096814157869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/03/woooo-its-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title='signs'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5509294222505408440</id><published>2009-03-10T05:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:33:55.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not for now</title><content type='html'>it's one of those days when i can't seem to bring myself to smile. recently i'm just a little more edgier. i guess i just got lost being someone else. i left myself behind, somewhere along the way. kinda hoping that i'll get back to myself some day. there will come a time when i will see quieter days. these will come to pass. at least not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how people do relationships, love and all that bollocks. yea yea, even ol' joey needs a little loving. but it's just too much complication. from where i stand, i'm good. i'm complete. always have been. not willing to put my heart in fragile hands. not even mine. at least not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a thought though. why don't the world revolve around me? at least not for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to deal with now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5509294222505408440?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5509294222505408440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5509294222505408440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5509294222505408440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5509294222505408440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-for-now.html' title='not for now'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4424411447067163396</id><published>2009-03-07T14:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:01:13.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i 'war na cum'</title><content type='html'>i'm in chennai, india. the centre of tamil movies. beautiful place, dusty though. food's great, but i dunno, my tummy is working up ever since i got here. damn it. what to do, i'm a damn chinese. can't ever get use to the food and water i reckon. it's been raining shit, literally. exhausted. so not funny. do you know what its like shitting like you are peeing. and no, micky, roti canai isn't discovered in chennai. haha. silly me. i actually believed you. there is everything else except, canai!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels weird getting stared at all the time here. it's so bad, people stop at their tracks to stare at me. and you know it ain't well receive when they've got that OMFG look on their faces. i guess it's like having an indian in china. for obvious reasons. and i think i confuse them even more with the colours on my body. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traffic here is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;!! LOL... i don't think anyone here ever learned to drive. nobody gives a shit. haha. and the honking. i think can pretty much measure up with jakarta. can't even sleep in peace. the honking just goes on and on... the funny thing is, why even bother honking when nobody gives a shit. i honk, you honk, i dont give a shit, you dont give a shit. what a beautiful world. haha. i doubt i'll be able to drive here. too chicken shit to even cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on a tight schedule ever since i landed, but it's great to meet the people i've met. tamil directors and actors. :) i'm not familiar with their work though, but neither are they with mine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya, it's been a while since i wrote something. what to do. ain't much of a writer in me. ain't much of a blogger too to begin with. hate writing, in our modern case, typing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go home. i miss it. i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;war na cumming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;!! hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4424411447067163396?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4424411447067163396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4424411447067163396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4424411447067163396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4424411447067163396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/03/chennai-india.html' title='here i &apos;war na cum&apos;'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1299604516878040773</id><published>2009-01-27T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:52:15.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet baby</title><content type='html'>omg, there's a new member in the family. her name is Ashleigh. just this morning! fresh from the, er~ anyways, going over to the hospital soon. so excited. what a way to start off the new year. welcome my dearest Ashleigh. you are so gonna be spoilt. haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1299604516878040773?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1299604516878040773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1299604516878040773&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1299604516878040773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1299604516878040773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-baby.html' title='sweet baby'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5864669447332335422</id><published>2009-01-24T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:07:22.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-"</title><content type='html'>omg, a gay friend of mine recently told me that he enjoys hanging out in male public toilets. urgh~ i really don't wanna imagine. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kong hei fatt choy&lt;/span&gt; ppl!!! okbai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5864669447332335422?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5864669447332335422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5864669447332335422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5864669447332335422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5864669447332335422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='-_-&quot;'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7858250901684802412</id><published>2009-01-20T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:28:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i feel like a rockstar! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7858250901684802412?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7858250901684802412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7858250901684802412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7858250901684802412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7858250901684802412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-rockstar-d.html' title=''/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6655801884262864223</id><published>2009-01-17T05:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:32:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm mad as hell&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  ~ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dixie chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6655801884262864223?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6655801884262864223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6655801884262864223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6655801884262864223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6655801884262864223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-am-not-ready-to-ever-make-nice.html' title='making nice'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-9054012854161556061</id><published>2009-01-12T06:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:30:06.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiveness</title><content type='html'>i stole this off a friend's blog. haha. sorry ya hushie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Forgiveness does not change the Past,&lt;br /&gt;but it does enlarge the Future"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Boese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all honestly, i'm still trying to forgive. i still can't bring myself to. it's something i really have to learn la for my own sake. what happens if i really enjoy hating her? and to know she has no remorse just makes it feels so right and good. like it gives me a visa on my passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never could get the hang of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-9054012854161556061?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/9054012854161556061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=9054012854161556061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9054012854161556061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9054012854161556061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/forgiveness.html' title='forgiveness'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4074320183152278952</id><published>2009-01-12T05:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:24:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taknak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpwDfno-FI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZmRsHAYu2eg/s1600-h/notice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpwDfno-FI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZmRsHAYu2eg/s400/notice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290163917629749330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it has been a week since i last smoke. i mean to actually inhale a whole fucking stick. i don't know if it's a psychological thing but after the treatment, i could never bring myself to finish one stick. i tried, i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i loved the idea of smoking, damn it. haha. initially, i opted to go for the treatment 'cos we all know how smoking will eventually take a toll on your physical health, but in all honesty, i have always confided in cigarettes. it was there through my ups and downs. haha. maybe mentally, i'm not prepared, but i'm kinda feeling it after almost 2 decades of being a chimney. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheong and I, with great encouragement and support from hannah and reymee, decided to take that bold step last week. it was tough initially. it's just too much of a mental mindfuck struggle. especially when i enjoyed smoking, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheong is doing so much better than I. I'm at this transition and it's even harder at this point. at this current stage, i feel lousy when people around me is smoking and i'm just dying for a stick, but when i actually take one, i can't never bring myself to finish it after a puff or 2. weird huh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, this time around, i actually feel like puking after a few puffs. haha. i sure hope this last, and it's not just another attempt in trying to quit. but if i ever do go back to it, oh well, haha... it was fun while it lasted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll celebrate this and congratulate myself by smoking a stick. haha. nah, kidding. worth the laugh though. the irony. LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpvwinTb5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/xYnvHWSSiVQ/s1600-h/joey__cheong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpvwinTb5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/xYnvHWSSiVQ/s400/joey__cheong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290163592016129938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpv7P-fayI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GeagHm07JLU/s1600-h/joey__cheong_w_doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpv7P-fayI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GeagHm07JLU/s400/joey__cheong_w_doc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290163775991671586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is my doctor hot or what? haha...who wouldn't wanna quit smoking with a doctor like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4074320183152278952?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4074320183152278952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4074320183152278952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4074320183152278952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4074320183152278952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/taknak.html' title='taknak!'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWpwDfno-FI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZmRsHAYu2eg/s72-c/notice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1235849929760255828</id><published>2009-01-06T13:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:48:30.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my driving inspiration</title><content type='html'>i kinda like the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2nd generation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mazda 6&lt;/span&gt;. haha. in comparison with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camry &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accord&lt;/span&gt;.:) hmm~ i likes. it's a little smaller than both the other comparisons though, but it sure hell looks better. besides, every tom dick and harry out there is driving a camry or an accord. haha. not exactly my dream car, but if i'm gonna have to change a car and spend another 5-7 years of committing in an instalment plan, i'd rather something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1fBgQxGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/I9onU54qVrY/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1fBgQxGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/I9onU54qVrY/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288058825814885474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1iwl1-UI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RP6y5QIJR2k/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1iwl1-UI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RP6y5QIJR2k/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288058889994369346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1nw96mzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fciQ-ans7yA/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1nw96mzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/fciQ-ans7yA/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288058975994682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the front,rear and side exterior profile of it. sexay and hot isn't it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2HPLstbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/s5k56RlJt5U/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2HPLstbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/s5k56RlJt5U/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288059516681500082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2KIKzvZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iWs22dNr0PI/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2KIKzvZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/iWs22dNr0PI/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288059566338325906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2Qql5iZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qYcQfWc8dzE/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL2Qql5iZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qYcQfWc8dzE/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288059678657972626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3B27J_fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PGkYNuwTLJA/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3B27J_fI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PGkYNuwTLJA/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288060523781946866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3PeXBqtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/280TRByyR0E/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3PeXBqtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/280TRByyR0E/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288060757706123986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3IjpuciI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GsN4ClSEefU/s1600-h/2ndgen_Mazda6_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL3IjpuciI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GsN4ClSEefU/s400/2ndgen_Mazda6_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288060638867649058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1235849929760255828?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1235849929760255828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1235849929760255828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1235849929760255828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1235849929760255828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/bringing-sexy-back.html' title='my driving inspiration'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SWL1fBgQxGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/I9onU54qVrY/s72-c/2ndgen_Mazda6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7473114727400553865</id><published>2009-01-04T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:34:50.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this year's resolution is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to have any resolutions! i'm pretty sure this year i'll be able to achieve my resolution. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7473114727400553865?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7473114727400553865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7473114727400553865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7473114727400553865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7473114727400553865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='new year resolution'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5225313979836622260</id><published>2009-01-02T03:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:50:42.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time after time</title><content type='html'>happy new year to everyone!! i hope you all had a blast. i just chilled my night. haha. after living for 30 years, the new year's kinda lose its reasons for celebrating and partying. i mean, there's always another year ahead, and after a few decades, it's kinda senseless and superficial. i'd rather have some personal quality time, or just to have some catching up time with really close ones. things that are more worthwhile la if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, let's reminisce and do a recap before we move forward. haha. last year was just amazing! yes, i'm being cynical. LOL. been helluva ride, it's like watching a movie fast forwarded. and i've certainly learned much throughout. especially on people, trust, and other matters of the heart. i'd like to believe that i have a strong heart, and i really thank God that i can actually afford these lessons; emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's my doing la.  i saw it coming even much before. i allowed it given the time. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna thank some for making me the sceptic these days. they taught me how to hold back and contain. :) i'm prepared to walk the road ahead now. the one thing i like about getting hurt too often, you move on much faster and better the more you get it. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess cyndi lauper was right, time after time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5225313979836622260?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5225313979836622260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5225313979836622260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5225313979836622260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5225313979836622260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-after-time.html' title='time after time'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-9205819383696054807</id><published>2008-12-27T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:30:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collin raye - love, me</title><content type='html'>OMG this song's story is damn power. i get the chills and almost in tears everytime i hear the song. maybe i am more girl than guy anyways. lol. and the note i'm dedicating to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;. *wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBdt2grd9Lc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBdt2grd9Lc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-9205819383696054807?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/9205819383696054807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=9205819383696054807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9205819383696054807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9205819383696054807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/collin-raye-love-me.html' title='collin raye - love, me'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3350899616147998532</id><published>2008-12-26T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:30:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taknak!</title><content type='html'>hannah's taking me to some acupuncture thing for my very own personal taknak! campaign. LOL. let's see how effective it goes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3350899616147998532?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3350899616147998532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3350899616147998532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3350899616147998532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3350899616147998532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/taknak.html' title='taknak!'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5400875210461106070</id><published>2008-12-24T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:08:22.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's our Godforsaken right to be loved!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jason mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5400875210461106070?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5400875210461106070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5400875210461106070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5400875210461106070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5400875210461106070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-our-godforsaken-right-to-be-loved.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5745185554891255612</id><published>2008-12-24T13:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:07:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 here I come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;merry christmas and a happy new year to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;leaving everything behind in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, moving on and starting clean with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. it's gonna be a great year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5745185554891255612?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5745185554891255612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5745185554891255612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5745185554891255612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5745185554891255612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-here-i-come.html' title='2009 here I come'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8092158197739515342</id><published>2008-12-22T10:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:36:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL design week press conference</title><content type='html'>we were at Le Meridien last friday for the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kldesignweek.com/"&gt;KLDW&lt;/a&gt;(KL Design Week) press conference. its gonna be interesting! we were honoured to be given the opportunity to be speaking and sharing among some global peers. Come and immerse yourself in the experience of all things design related at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLDW09 &lt;/span&gt;and be enriched, challenged and  inspired by creativity.     haha. come support the movement. it'll be fun.~ acclaimed  international designers such as Chris Bosse, Stefan Sagmeister, Aya  Kato, David Carson, Kuntzel+Deygas, Troika, IDN, Shun Kawakami, Tokyo Plastic, Studio4˚c, Jl design and Umeric amongst others will be there. cools!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo~ we even had a little bit of time to cam whore. michelle and kai took these pictures. haha. yesh yesh, not shy as usual. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8yp4lX1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/tSIXDeXGI7k/s1600-h/meridien01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8yp4lX1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/tSIXDeXGI7k/s400/meridien01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496583074043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8yxm7U4zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/h9Ar8LxxGwU/s1600-h/meridien02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8yxm7U4zI/AAAAAAAAAcw/h9Ar8LxxGwU/s400/meridien02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496715773240114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8y5sTB94I/AAAAAAAAAc4/jZSC_8rHvQ4/s1600-h/meridien03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8y5sTB94I/AAAAAAAAAc4/jZSC_8rHvQ4/s400/meridien03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496854653794178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; A HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR!!! in case i dont post anything by then. LOL.  yay yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8092158197739515342?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8092158197739515342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8092158197739515342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8092158197739515342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8092158197739515342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-design-week-press-conference.html' title='KL design week press conference'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SU8yp4lX1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/tSIXDeXGI7k/s72-c/meridien01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-927634850486427635</id><published>2008-12-19T07:49:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:29:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心動 | tempting hearts</title><content type='html'>i really don't wanna hear what you have to say anymore, but i have a few things to say to you for closure. if not we'll be in this limbo for a while. i'm sure you'll be reading this, and this is a good way to say what i need to say without hesitation. a chance for you to understand and reason, maybe?~ i'm sure this is a bit embarrassing as well for me, as the whole damn world will be reading this and giving me their 2 cents. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not frustrated anymore, i'm just a little exhausted. like i keep asking you&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what do you really want from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i saw you, and believe me, i miss you so much it really hurts. your smell lingers in the room. i miss the occasional moments when you pull me closer. the intimacy we shared which i know is genuine at times. that little twitch and pout when you frown, the snoring(as much as it's annoying), and the list goes on. in all honestly,  i'm attracted to the way you are. simple, sweet, and very much sincere in many ways. unlike some women i've dated before, you are not spiteful. and there are times when i thought we could have been so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but haven't you gotten it until now, we've passed that. these compliments a relationship but it doesn't build it. we both aren't as young anymore to afford an impulsive-casual-feel good-relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;never &lt;/span&gt;change, even for us. well, not now at least. and i reckon i dun wanna wait and hope that you do. you kept on reminding me that you are like that. well, i'm telling you now that i'm not like that? then how? you expect me to just settle for that? i didn't let us go. you did. i just made it official and save us both the headaches. in fact, i held on to it as much as i could in hope that maybe you just need a little encouragement and faith from someone you truly would like to be with. how many times have i told you that i can't do this alone. it's so obvious that you seek  'social attention'. understandable. most people would love that too, but you go to extreme measures to keep your 'market' open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not complicate it further with emotions. let me break it down for you. it's really that simple leh. something's gotta give, right or not. either this or that. and i have given you and myself the time to evaluate the choice. your actions justified it. and all i can tell myself is that i have tried, given the time and space to the best i could. i have never given you ultimatums or to make you choose unreasonably between your social friends and I, but how can I, anyone or even you for that matter, be with someone who parties 3-4 times a week, gets drunk or high most of the nights, expects only to be seen when you deem fit. we hardly even share or do anything together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we only do what you wanna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's much easier if you'd just admit that you are playful, irresponsible, self-centred, selfish. you'd think that people is hurting and doing things to you, but you'll never open yourself to see how you affect the people that truly cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you see it, it's not like i'm doing anything to you. i have to walk away. it's not my choice. i would really want to make it work, but not like this. it'll be redundant and foolish. so you see, the answers are all on your end. so stop coming to me for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kept reminding me not to expect anything from you and we should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;prioritize our relationship. i'm finally doing just that lor. the good part is that i don't need you to change edi. :) i'm cool with it k. don't worry, it's just feelings. it'll pass. you and I will find someone else.  i am just sharing with you so at least you know why it has come to this. whatever you do here on is your own to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAXmU300DRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAXmU300DRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to answer your question with fate and the song you sent me, i agree that fate brings 2 people together. it's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;. however, to stay and making it work or even to walk away is our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;choice&lt;/span&gt;. and what?~ you are hoping fate makes it beautiful for you? no, that was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-927634850486427635?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/927634850486427635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=927634850486427635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/927634850486427635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/927634850486427635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/tempting-hearts.html' title='心動 | tempting hearts'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7102371027664281359</id><published>2008-12-17T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:02:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facelift</title><content type='html'>hmm, i reckon since i'm gonna try getting back at this, and my 'all new' ain't that new no more leh. it's about time i get a facelift. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or this is good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amacam you think? *scratch head. i really like this, but takkan lidat all the time meh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;change is inevitable ma right or not. *wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7102371027664281359?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7102371027664281359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7102371027664281359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7102371027664281359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7102371027664281359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/facelift.html' title='facelift'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-2768221551316785092</id><published>2008-12-17T14:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:51:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable change</title><content type='html'>OMG, 2 posts in the same day, i must be more enthusiastic about this than i thought. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard once from a great friend, change comes to us all and change is inevitable. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but OMG, you know what, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;some people just won't change!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;good for you sweetie.  &lt;/span&gt;just when i thought i might have made a mistake, you go and prove me(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone else too&lt;/span&gt;) right! LOL. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you just made it so much easier for me.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. i'm so done. okbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2768221551316785092?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2768221551316785092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2768221551316785092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2768221551316785092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2768221551316785092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-2-posts-in-same-day-i-must-be-more.html' title='inevitable change'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6971193832348965780</id><published>2008-12-17T11:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:48:31.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay! after sooooo fucking loooonggg!&lt;/span&gt; moshi moshi, i'm back from meditation high up on the Everest. haha. scoot scoot~ . much has been happening and i'm too lazy to talk about old news. haha. overall, i have been great and well, learned much within the short period too. did &lt;a href="http://www.h-factor.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H-Factor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tour with some really talented good people that i now call friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SUh8n8KHsDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XRjyYMkYAx8/s1600-h/DSC_9935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SUh8n8KHsDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XRjyYMkYAx8/s400/DSC_9935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280607588697223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been in and out of love, again, (what's new right.haha.), worked on some interesting but exhausting projects, and some not so great ones... and now i'm back into domestication and catching up with novels. haha. there's a time and place for everything i reckon. there's a time to stay and wait, and there's a time to move on and up. *smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, i'm just a happy baby! *smiles. gonna leave you with a current favie of mine. haha. sweet, lovely and happy. i love this song so much right now.... maybe because i'm loving something else. haha. probably get sick of it soon 'cos as usual, i'm putting it on repeat like crazy. haha. yesh yesh, i'm driving most ppl up the wall with it again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;jay sean - maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNYxuZHhmEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNYxuZHhmEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6971193832348965780?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6971193832348965780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6971193832348965780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6971193832348965780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6971193832348965780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2008/12/woo-hoo.html' title='woo hoo'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/SUh8n8KHsDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XRjyYMkYAx8/s72-c/DSC_9935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1292715398184105864</id><published>2008-05-30T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:13:24.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprinkles of stardust</title><content type='html'>i haven't written anything since end of last year. just lost it along the way i guess. maybe i'm not much of a writer to begin with. or maybe i am paranoid about my ex girlfriends(whichever one) reading up my personal stuff and laughing their heads off. haha. maybe i should just pick it back up. ever since new year's, much has happened. some good, some bad. the point is, there is much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i only could reach in my pocket and grab a handful of stardust to sprinkle on to bring the glow back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1292715398184105864?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-566622795278482697</id><published>2008-01-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:30:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking it a step higher</title><content type='html'>yesh yesh, got distracted with facebook again. this time with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends for sale&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;human pet&lt;/span&gt;. and i'm sure most of you don't even bother clicking on this anymore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for those of you who still do have faith, check this video out. damn fucking keng ok this one. i personally its better than the hand one i previously posted. super duper coordination. lol. you can or not? and even if you can, you got friend to layan you or not? damn semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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bwahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2644496578750005290?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2644496578750005290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2644496578750005290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2644496578750005290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2644496578750005290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-day.html' title='great day'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1777506731788463043</id><published>2007-11-02T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:09:48.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most of you probably think this blog is dead. i'm not idle, i'm just plotting!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1777506731788463043?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1777506731788463043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1777506731788463043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1777506731788463043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1777506731788463043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-is-dead.html' title='blog is dead'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3784186980841667167</id><published>2007-11-02T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:01:07.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you light up my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RyqrXLQx2SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixg4TVNFxX4/s1600-h/lilian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RyqrXLQx2SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixg4TVNFxX4/s400/lilian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128099540363237666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"dear, where you wanna hide? i can still see your legs leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3784186980841667167?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3784186980841667167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3784186980841667167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3784186980841667167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3784186980841667167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-light-up-my-life.html' title='you light up my life'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RyqrXLQx2SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixg4TVNFxX4/s72-c/lilian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6959821427793453391</id><published>2007-10-29T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:40:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got your back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RybtS7Qx2RI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHUWvL0RHVY/s1600-h/tortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RybtS7Qx2RI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHUWvL0RHVY/s400/tortoise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127046135209384210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"tiu mou. this is not good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6959821427793453391?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6959821427793453391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6959821427793453391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6959821427793453391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6959821427793453391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-got-your-back.html' title='i got your back'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RybtS7Qx2RI/AAAAAAAAATI/uHUWvL0RHVY/s72-c/tortoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-9207268387312453446</id><published>2007-10-22T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:38:23.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>what a beautiful quote of the day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do something brave today, and fucking run like hell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-9207268387312453446?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/9207268387312453446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=9207268387312453446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9207268387312453446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9207268387312453446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7225181222238984385</id><published>2007-10-15T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T07:19:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easier to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RxKieeJ1O2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/t42S4FQqXuI/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121334370647751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RxKieeJ1O2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/t42S4FQqXuI/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lifehouse - Easier To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing fireflies, elusive dreams&lt;br /&gt;This pre life crisis is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Who I was wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier to be&lt;br /&gt;Easier to be me&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak in silence, words can't break&lt;br /&gt;It feels like we are falling awake&lt;br /&gt;In a place and a time of our own&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier to be&lt;br /&gt;Easier to be me&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the world fell from my feet&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on myself, you didn't give up on me&lt;br /&gt;Let myself go, you were still there&lt;br /&gt;Like coming home, coming up for air&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RxKieeJ1O2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/t42S4FQqXuI/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8269471982035143184</id><published>2007-10-04T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:22:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory lane</title><content type='html'>omg, i recently came across these really fucking old pictures that a friend posted up. these pictures where taken during the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IRC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days. we use to hang out in this channel called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#happyhours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. a fucking good decade ago lor. my favourite is the first picture la. sohai. haha. i almost forgotten how i use to be then. haha. it's good to be reminded where we came from eh. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117254383644785442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwQjv-J1OyI/AAAAAAAAASY/RQhAILPsUIM/s400/old1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wah, my balls kinda big la last time. so fucking goth la. me likes! haha. i use to walk around town looking like this most of the time leh. i even use to go college looking like this, and with a skirt at times. haha. fuck yea! i'd do it again la, you know. it just looks out of place for a 30 year old to do this now, but it was fun while it lasted. blame it on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marilyn manson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117254606983084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwQj8-J1O1I/AAAAAAAAASw/EEVbCSLQgJU/s400/old4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#happyhours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gathering i think. outside this place called the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JavaShoppe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i think i was about 18 then. that time i have long hair that reaches the mid of my back. haha. fucking rebellious that time. was good while it lasted. i still remember when i was learning photoshop 2 on my own. haha. some came and went. but i'm glad we had a brief moment together. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117254469544131378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwQj0-J1OzI/AAAAAAAAASg/azvctdFUmtM/s400/old2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i think this is when i was in college edi. at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the One Academy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. use to hang with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. love the woman to bits! miss those days with you babes! you watched me grow didn't you? I can't remember when and where this picture was taken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117254529673673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwQj4eJ1O0I/AAAAAAAAASo/qOmGy_H_ZUc/s400/old3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this picture quite recent. about 5 years lor. got the tattoo on the neck edi wan. haha.th-th-that's all folks! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joey khor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the making. haha. fuck la. one good walk down memory lane. who would have guessed i turn out this way hor? hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8269471982035143184?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8269471982035143184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8269471982035143184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8269471982035143184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8269471982035143184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/10/memory-lane.html' title='memory lane'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwQjv-J1OyI/AAAAAAAAASY/RQhAILPsUIM/s72-c/old1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-2549470519214020423</id><published>2007-10-04T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T04:57:50.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horse head donkey bekside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwP8C-J1OtI/AAAAAAAAARw/zrz4xhYCjaE/s1600-h/bmw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117210729597188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwP8C-J1OtI/AAAAAAAAARw/zrz4xhYCjaE/s400/bmw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lil and I came across this version of the BMW the other day while having dinner. it's not like i can ever afford one but this one is just too fugly i feel like giving my 2 cents comment on it. haha. BMW has always done a fucking good job positioning their brand. it's like you know you got it made and rollin on top of the world when we all see a dude in a BMW right or not? that's how fucking good it is. then some bored wiseass architect has to experiment this. why oh why la? machowder. i told Lil, you see bb, it's like a horse head fitting on a donkey bekside. i mean, take a look at it. the front is all majestic and proud, like a horse. the kind they ride in Lord of the rings. niama, then they gotta fit it onto a donkey bekside, the kind that follows shrek around. ok ok, so you probably cannot get it, and think that it's alright. don't 'ok what' me ah. lemme show you what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117214586477820674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwP_jeJ1OwI/AAAAAAAAASI/zJho0MXAv-A/s400/head.jpg" border="0" /&gt; see, the horse head. majestic. proud. sexy. meh-heh-heh! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117214685262068498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwP_pOJ1OxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4RllCnCwJHo/s400/bekside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nah, you see the donkey bekside. look like its from a civic or something. hee-haw!! overpriced donkey bekside if you asked me. thank God no one asked me. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2549470519214020423?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2549470519214020423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2549470519214020423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2549470519214020423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2549470519214020423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/10/horse-head-donkey-bekside.html' title='horse head donkey bekside'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RwP8C-J1OtI/AAAAAAAAARw/zrz4xhYCjaE/s72-c/bmw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3753577414740285552</id><published>2007-09-28T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:30:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my huge lil heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RvxZBeJ1OsI/AAAAAAAAARo/eviL33P3WSE/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115061158595082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RvxZBeJ1OsI/AAAAAAAAARo/eviL33P3WSE/s400/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RvxEu-J1OrI/AAAAAAAAARg/CcB7xoeATRg/s1600-h/bblookdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's really about time i announced this. this ain't fucking show and tell. why? to do everyone justice, me included. i'm not ashamed about us. if you ask, i will tell. truth is, i am happy with her. firstly, we don't owe anyone any explanation. but if you have to know, why her and not anyone else? i'm not gonna put icing on this cake and look at you starry eyed. just plain raw honesty. i don't intend to lose friends because of us, but if that is neccessary, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, she ain't no angelina jolie, but really, neither am i brad pitt. and she knows that. the best part is, i don't have to try to be brad pitt when i'm with her. she doesn't ask for it. she makes me comfortable being in my own skin, allowing me to be plain ol' simple joey khor. and trust me, joey khor is much more to cope with than any brad pitt or tom cruise put together. i could do better? no lor, trust me. on the contrary, i think she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying its been a fucking fairy tale like it's some lovey dovey shit. it's not like the fucking love fairy sprinkled excessive love dust. we have our disputes too; hell, i happen to make her cry within the first few days. but you see, she makes me wanna compromise. she makes me wanna be better for the both of us. it's feelings like this that shouldn't be asked or said, but i need to feel it on my own. we just kinda started out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll last a lifetime, maybe we won't. but unlike most past relationships i've had, i really wanna make this work. i don't need you to congratulate. no need to be happy for me either. either way, i already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3753577414740285552?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3753577414740285552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3753577414740285552&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3753577414740285552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3753577414740285552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-great-big-petite.html' title='my huge lil heart'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RvxZBeJ1OsI/AAAAAAAAARo/eviL33P3WSE/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8925606106320301976</id><published>2007-09-25T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:02:08.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hand job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you probably think what's happening for the first minute. be patient and watch right tru. it gets a little blurry towards the end but wah, damn keng la this bugga! after a while i oso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foncuse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (foncuse = fucking confuse) edi. yau mou lan wor. yes yes, i think he himself oso a little confuse towards the end, but it's one take ok. if given me to do this, i oso chi sin leh. you try la. haha. cool eh? i kinda think it's a really cool concept though. haha. gotta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it to him la.... get it? hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8925606106320301976?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8925606106320301976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8925606106320301976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8925606106320301976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8925606106320301976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/hand-job.html' title='hand job'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6025228750418771289</id><published>2007-09-18T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T04:58:44.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>connie talbot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you think you can sing? try beating her to it la. haha. how do you beat a person who starts singing at the age of 2? i could only say 'fuck you' at the age of 2. anyways, you are just gonna stare at her, googly eyed. fucking brilliant! get the kleenex if you are gonna see it. trust me, you're gonna need it. when i say her singing will make you cry, i'm not kidding lor. come to think of it, my singing can make people cry too, but how come i get people throwing things at me as well. that's like fucking weird. aiyo, so sweet la this girl. right after she sings, you feel like giftwrapping her and take her home wan lor. i love you connie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is her performance for the finals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;check this one out too. here she sings a few lines without background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/En0A8KGMgq8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6025228750418771289?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6025228750418771289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6025228750418771289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6025228750418771289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6025228750418771289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/connie-talbot.html' title='connie talbot'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-2305625250955036005</id><published>2007-09-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:47:24.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crouching tiger, hidden joey</title><content type='html'>aiya, don't bluff me la. i'm not stupid k. haha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110034845458590130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rup9niltabI/AAAAAAAAARI/T0HAJ-C5SFU/s320/tiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is &lt;a href="http://msredd.blogspot.com/"&gt;carol&lt;/a&gt;, and this is a good photoshop touch up. almost believable. not bad. i have to hand it to her. kanasai!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110037727381645778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuqAPSltadI/AAAAAAAAARY/HD4_5HBRPow/s320/tiger_joey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is me, joey, and this is the actual picture. how dare you take my photos and claim my bravery for your own. i risked my balls for you to steal the glory. haha. i'll eat the tiger alive!! and you too!! roar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2305625250955036005?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2305625250955036005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2305625250955036005&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2305625250955036005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2305625250955036005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/crouching-tiger-hidden-joey.html' title='crouching tiger, hidden joey'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rup9niltabI/AAAAAAAAARI/T0HAJ-C5SFU/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4361309263630300365</id><published>2007-09-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:57:45.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy funeral too</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;funeral for a friend's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert in singapore last saturday. went with my cousin, and now he is an FFAF addict!! haha. these are some of the pictures i took from my lousy phone camera. sheesh. malas wanna carry camera. i think i'm getting a bit too old for rock concerts la. was a little ticked off when people start bathing me in their sweat. MCB!! push push push. wah lau...cannot breathe leh. but we soon found a comfy spot to layan. summore damn near. other than that, their performance was great. they started off with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;into oblivion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from their new album, and went into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the rage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. fooyoh. steam!! haha. you should have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuaxBDoQzaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QG5pIKXF0gE/s1600-h/ff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108965459010571682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuaxBDoQzaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QG5pIKXF0gE/s400/ff3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110019130173254018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RupvUyltaYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bTqBW8VeaQ0/s400/ff4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuawuDoQzZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6igI72JL50Q/s1600-h/ff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108965132593057170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuawuDoQzZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6igI72JL50Q/s400/ff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FFAF guitarist. he reminds me of professor snape (did i get his name right) from harry porter. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuawUjoQzYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UAFm_5btJCw/s1600-h/ff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108964694506392962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuawUjoQzYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UAFm_5btJCw/s400/ff1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4361309263630300365?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4361309263630300365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4361309263630300365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4361309263630300365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4361309263630300365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-funeral-too.html' title='happy funeral too'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RuaxBDoQzaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QG5pIKXF0gE/s72-c/ff3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4622198081698591161</id><published>2007-09-11T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:39:31.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem by me</title><content type='html'>see, my poem so keng. i'm feeling all poetic and shit. not bad eh for a person who can't write for nuts. grin grin. why? saja wanna write, kenots? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if only love could find us all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then hearts would never fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and if only angels would crawl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who'd knew big hearts comes small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4622198081698591161?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4622198081698591161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4622198081698591161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4622198081698591161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4622198081698591161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem-by-me.html' title='poem by me'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-9053304823378549220</id><published>2007-08-30T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:07:53.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtZQ_DoQzXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S4jcQEbS5KE/s1600-h/tix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104356271907196274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtZQ_DoQzXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S4jcQEbS5KE/s400/tix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;wooo hooo, i just got my tickets to &lt;a href="http://www.funeralforafriend.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funeral for a friend's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;concert in &lt;em&gt;singapore&lt;/em&gt; a couple of days ago. *delighted *delighted. smiles. grinning myself silly. i am kinda excited. ok breathe joey! tentatively, i will be leaving KL with Dista and his little sister on the 7th of sept at 3pm. the concert free standing wan, so Dista and I have agreed that we will be camping outside the pavillion from the morning onwards. haha. the shit we put ourselves tru. what to do, the kiasuness. have to la. cos i know singaporeans lagi kiasu wan. they sure camping there 2 days before wan. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm hoping they play more of their second album, not that i don't fancy their new stuff. it's not really concert material you know what i mean? haha. on another note, i'm hoping to meet up with my cousin brother and selena for dinner or something. miss them la. can't wait to see you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is gonna be one funeral i'm gonna be happy to attend. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-9053304823378549220?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/9053304823378549220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=9053304823378549220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9053304823378549220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/9053304823378549220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-funeral.html' title='happy funeral'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtZQ_DoQzXI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/S4jcQEbS5KE/s72-c/tix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-177979342444269026</id><published>2007-08-27T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:37:44.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paint job</title><content type='html'>after a year in our second office, we decided to springclean, rearranging our workspace. it has been long overdued. time to throw out that dirty underwear that has been sitting in the closet, or that dried up leftover food on the keyboard. since we were at that, we decided to repaint our walls as well. something that makes it a little less corporate and a little more fun. we wanted something we could work and stare at almost everyday. we were too lazy to plan the design so we decided to paint it freehand as we went along. these are the pictures of the finished art as well as the tiring process. i ripped this off julian 'cos i can't be fucked touching up the pictures we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the left wall that we did... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKl-zoQzWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8KZ-b6c-7kE/s1600-h/hue_panorama_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323826193747298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKl-zoQzWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8KZ-b6c-7kE/s400/hue_panorama_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKl5ToQzVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eSsMu0KQxdg/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323731704466770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKl5ToQzVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eSsMu0KQxdg/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see my robot's kookoochiau... so cute! you 'light' up my life! haha. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlzjoQzUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0VPd-LTJH0U/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323632920218946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlzjoQzUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0VPd-LTJH0U/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlsjoQzTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/13fz8knJI-8/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323512661134642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlsjoQzTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/13fz8knJI-8/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is the one on the right.&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlmDoQzSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6rgDyJitFz8/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323400991984930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlmDoQzSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6rgDyJitFz8/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlgjoQzRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YQ3JsQC4FMU/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323306502704402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlgjoQzRI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YQ3JsQC4FMU/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is how it all came together. i hope you like it as much as we did. now, this is an office we can all work in. i likes!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlbToQzQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/P2LXLhdLfHQ/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323216308391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlbToQzQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/P2LXLhdLfHQ/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlXDoQzPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/31ENkOmXPns/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323143293947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlXDoQzPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/31ENkOmXPns/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlSToQzOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AHneAQQnvqY/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103323061689568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlSToQzOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AHneAQQnvqY/s400/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlMzoQzNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qkZQR2JXYWY/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322967200287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlMzoQzNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qkZQR2JXYWY/s400/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlGDoQzMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K1-pZShhu8g/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322851236170946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlGDoQzMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K1-pZShhu8g/s400/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlADoQzLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mrAU-a3P7pI/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322748156955826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKlADoQzLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/mrAU-a3P7pI/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKk6zoQzKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RapTLvJZQxc/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322657962642594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKk6zoQzKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RapTLvJZQxc/s400/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKktzoQzJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tn1HJvmKDGE/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103322434624343186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKktzoQzJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tn1HJvmKDGE/s400/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-177979342444269026?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/177979342444269026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=177979342444269026&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/177979342444269026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/177979342444269026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/paint-job.html' title='paint job'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RtKl-zoQzWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8KZ-b6c-7kE/s72-c/hue_panorama_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6338972511805070285</id><published>2007-08-23T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:39:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>divine pain</title><content type='html'>i got inked again last night. a pair of wings to be exact. it's not quite done yet with the colouring. impulsive? maybe. but i'd like to see that it took a good 10 years in the making. you see, the very reason that got me so interested in tattoos in the first place was because i fell in love with sarah's (the little girl who grew up) tattoo in &lt;strong&gt;the crow : salvation&lt;/strong&gt; back then&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; but i totally forgotten about the wings when i had my first tattoo. i recently caught that film again and it made me reminisce those days. the goth, the rebellion, the attitude, the energy. i decided that it is about time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1IfDoQzHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/j4OVBEif4uU/s1600-h/wing01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101813651267964018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1IfDoQzHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/j4OVBEif4uU/s400/wing01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really like this particular picture of me with one side of the wing taken by sengkai. keng la that fella. haha. below are pictures of the process that jules took while i got inked.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101811976230718466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1G9joQzAI/AAAAAAAAANY/fYb3rMkYEyE/s400/wing08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101812921123523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1H0joQzDI/AAAAAAAAANw/xTnu7EaxcX0/s400/wing05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101813045677575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1H7zoQzEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UJWVU-CEmWM/s400/wing04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101812706375158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1HoDoQzCI/AAAAAAAAANo/QYzmDcVVejM/s400/wing06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101813208886332498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1IFToQzFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vmPvHiN1_tQ/s400/wing03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101813518123977826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1IXToQzGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G64mJ2GcgP0/s400/wing02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it's not really done up yet. i had to stop and continue on another session cos the cold sweat and fever was coming. so there you go. what do you think? my mum didn't quite share the same sentiments. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6338972511805070285?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6338972511805070285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6338972511805070285&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6338972511805070285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6338972511805070285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/divine-pain.html' title='divine pain'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rs1IfDoQzHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/j4OVBEif4uU/s72-c/wing01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3823320762844651516</id><published>2007-08-21T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:36:09.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halos of the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rsqr6ToQy_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cCBaqtReBnM/s1600-h/SME_0101_EK_700952_70Q_200x200_72dpi_RGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101078546140417010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rsqr6ToQy_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cCBaqtReBnM/s400/SME_0101_EK_700952_70Q_200x200_72dpi_RGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woo, my all time favourite band &lt;a href="http://www.fuelweb.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is back with a new album, &lt;strong&gt;angels and devils&lt;/strong&gt;. the album cover art damn cun. i personally like shit like that. it's been a while since their last album. previous singer Brett, left the band and is currently replaced with new singer, Toryn Green. Green, however, isn't the only new member in &lt;strong&gt;Fuel&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Fuel&lt;/strong&gt; have also enlisted ex-Godsmack drummer Tommy Stewart, who had previously filled in for a handful of live shows after former drummer Kevin Miller left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't enjoy their current stuff, but i really loved the entire package when Brett was still with them. the image, the look, the attitude, the nose ring, the emo voice. fooyoh! maut la. as for their new stuff, it ain't like how it use to be, but it's still worth the listen, which brings me to this particular song, &lt;strong&gt;Halos of the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;. the name itself damn gila gaya. haha. so poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is damn fucking ons! i likes. the energy of the track makes you feel strong emotionally. affecting chorus and high-octane, climaxing into a heartfelt and anthemic refrain. if you put a visual to the track, it'll be a man in silhouette standing in a sunset backdrop with arms wide open and his head tilted towards the sky. get what i mean? haha. songs like that make me wanna immediately pop up and start running for miles. the adrenaline rush sorta thing. it may not be your cup of tea but have a listen man. it may just grow into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i'm sure the boys in the office are gonna have their turns in telling me how it's being overplayed in the office. well, there are always headphones ya know. if it doesn't work for you, bugger, just too bad. haha. go chew on a shoe. check out the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuel - Halos of the Sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her there comes a hunger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believing any minute all could break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's looking out for something unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That could never be replaced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world consumed by madness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A world where I can barely breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forsaken beauty lies again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These empty arms embrace what's come undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life together torn apart by halos of the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The loss becomes the lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The emptiness becomes my everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I taste her in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel her everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how I'll ever feel sane again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world consumed by madness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A world where no one hears you screams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forsaken beauty lies again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These empty arms embrace what's come undone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life together torn apart by halos of the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[x4]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3823320762844651516?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3823320762844651516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3823320762844651516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3823320762844651516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3823320762844651516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/halos-of-sun.html' title='halos of the sun'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rsqr6ToQy_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/cCBaqtReBnM/s72-c/SME_0101_EK_700952_70Q_200x200_72dpi_RGB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8889458850409574890</id><published>2007-08-20T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:05:33.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saranghe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back to the soapy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; dramas and songs again. sigh. they are like past romances, constantly playing at the back of your head and make you cry every time you think about them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. this is why i hardly listen to love songs, especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ap54fApFT2A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ap54fApFT2A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; song has been around ever since my college days. &lt;strong&gt;KISS - because I'm a girl&lt;/strong&gt;. i fell in love with the music video and the song the first time i saw it, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; falling in love with it all over again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. trust me, you'd do the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. it's videos like these that paints me a pretty picture of love, and i kinda like that, even if i don't ever find one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt;, the music video made me cry the first time i watched it, and it fucking makes me cry again even after so long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chipet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a sucker for ideal renditions of love and stereotypical soapy romances. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. not likely for a guy with tattoos, but so what. like fuck i care what you think. besides, i didn't say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; some fucking macho dude. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the new age sensitive dude. i love crying while watching the sun set. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; will cry wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. you don't believe you watch la. be prepared with the fucking tissues man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. by then, you'll fuck yourself and wish that you understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and did i forget to mention that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so in love with the chick in the flick? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. she so fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cun&lt;/span&gt; la, or at least what i think is ideally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cun&lt;/span&gt;. i wanna marry her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sarangheyo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0PrrTDWWxs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0PrrTDWWxs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this other video i found is actually the piano piece of the song played by some girl. i put it up 'cos i kinda like her arrangement. only problem is, the bitch gotta learn how to slow down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt;, she playing the song on the piano like she fucking running a marathon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;on steroids&lt;/span&gt;. sheesh. take a chill pill my dear. it is after all a love song. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8889458850409574890?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8889458850409574890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8889458850409574890&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8889458850409574890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8889458850409574890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/saranghe.html' title='saranghe'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-475926405772485206</id><published>2007-08-17T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:55:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is for the living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;some people live to be happy, while others are just happy to live.&lt;/span&gt; i guess i'm a little of both these days. don't get me wrong, it's not like i'm prancing around the garden all day long and glad that it's not raining. most of my days are packed with high stressed decisions both creatively and financially, at the same time playing mother hen with the flock. but i like doing stuff (maybe not all at once) and sometimes the reward is just great looking at the faces of the people who are with you everyday. just that sometimes it gets a tad bit tougher than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people ask me why do i even bother with a company of my own if the stress is killing me, and sometimes it seems like there is just so many boundaries. really, how could i want it any other way. you won't understand. it's just things i take to my grave on my own i guess. it's so much more fulfilling this way. i mean, you actually think you can rid yourself of crazy work and stress? what? a less stressful environment and less work? please la, everyone still has to cope with bullshit at some point. if you don't then, er, well, good for you. to think that i'd achieve this much without going tru it? must have fell out from the sky huh, and i was just fucking lucky to be there to catch the drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not all that, neither am i God, nor close to perfect. i don't have all the answers and i'm certainly not your hero. i just wanna do better. i'm just a man who tries to make the right choices everyday. i make some good ones, i make some bad ones. but hey, i'm trying everyday. i don't have the strength for everyone else. but i guess courage is not about how tough and strong you are. on the contrary, courage is when you are afraid and you persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a sin not to be me if i'm me. i'm a fighter. born to fight my way tru life and that's what i shall do. my life hasn't been smooth, but heck, it's a good life, and i'm fortunate for it. i want to live that dream that i dare to dream about. the point is that i will live. it just feels so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-475926405772485206?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/475926405772485206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=475926405772485206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/475926405772485206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/475926405772485206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-for-living.html' title='life is for the living'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4227291879600931443</id><published>2007-08-15T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:41:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's face(book) it</title><content type='html'>wah, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook &lt;/a&gt;is getting lots of attention these days. no, seriously, im like wondering why. if you don't know facebook by now, then you are probably an even bigger idiot than i am, cos im probably the last to know. everyone is like asking me, talking about it big time and inviting me to join in. people are just fucking weird period. it's not that i don't think facebook is cute and shit. i even have an account just to fuck around with. haha. you can actually adopt a pet and open an aquarium which you can't personally feed by the way. my poor little pet is starving. help feed the poor little bastard la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost like someone said, let's all jump off a cliff, and everyone agreed and joined him. in this case, it ain't exactly jumping off a cliff. ok, maybe i got too carried away with the metaphors, but you know what i mean. i mean, what's with the commotion? let's just face (pun intended) it, friendster is phasing out. sad but true. and as for me, i'm some regular dude who just love familiarity. i conform to it. yes yes, we all need change some day, but i'd rather not if given the choice. haha. i guess i'll just have a little of both. add me, add me. haha. &lt;a href="mailto:joeykhor@gmail.com"&gt;joeykhor@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. like they say, can't beat 'em, join 'em. so fuck that. let's just facebook it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4227291879600931443?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4227291879600931443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4227291879600931443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4227291879600931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4227291879600931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-facebook-it.html' title='let&apos;s face(book) it'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6239950157338194939</id><published>2007-08-06T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:02:08.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way I are with this track</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMMUWvavORI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMMUWvavORI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;usually i'm not a big fan of R&amp;amp;B or hiphop, but this track just gets to you. &lt;strong&gt;Timbaland feat Keri Hilson - The Way I Are&lt;/strong&gt;. fuck, i'm really loving this! my body can't stop moving and swaying itself when i hear this. just fucking awesome! you'll just automatically start nodding to the beat. haha. damn ons la keri's voice. especially the part where she goes, "thug it out, till we get it right." i decided to download the album to check out the rest of the tracks. pretty interesting stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm liking the one he did with &lt;strong&gt;falloutboy&lt;/strong&gt; too. anyways, back to this particular track, this is one smooth song you can dedicate to some chick and tell her you ain't got no money but you'd fuck her anytime and still get away with it. yea right. haha. still, its a brilliant song! somehow it feels kinda old skool in some ways. me likey!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6239950157338194939?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6239950157338194939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6239950157338194939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6239950157338194939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6239950157338194939'/><link 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discuss about death. instead, i wanna celebrate and value life. please don't gimme your empathy. don't need it. i'm not the one who passed away, or with the loss. just wanna stop a while to smell the roses. bright red ones. cherish and appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no one said it was easy, it's a tough life, but it's certainly a beautiful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3992728030060353642?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3992728030060353642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3992728030060353642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3992728030060353642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3992728030060353642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/roses.html' title='roses'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6905987965127980366</id><published>2007-08-03T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:54:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voo-dooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrMHnpTVuqI/AAAAAAAAANA/fHm9wfQWdu0/s1600-h/899485384l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094423981169425058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrMHnpTVuqI/AAAAAAAAANA/fHm9wfQWdu0/s400/899485384l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;totally voo-dooo... this girl will charm the fuck out of you. yes yes, the queen of &lt;a href="http://www.dooodolls.com/"&gt;dooodolls&lt;/a&gt;, my dearest kaixin. and yes, i've been reminded that it's 3 'o's and not 2. sensitive subject konon. haha. we go way back. and yesterday we went out for lunch... or so it seems. sheesh. how come i keep getting conned into this again and again. first its mrs P and now the queen herself. mrs P, now that's a walking barrel gulper! i think there is a conspiracy or something. it's like, woo, let's fucking take turns with joey, he's an idiot. he won't know what the fuck hit him. &lt;p&gt;i find myself fucking drinking &lt;strong&gt;hoegaarden&lt;/strong&gt; in broad daylight. not that it's a fucking problem, it's just that i don't do it. to me, it's such a sin to drink during the weekdays, and worst, in broad daylight. and here she is, this petite little girl, all sweet and smiley, charming me to drink. "drink la, drink la, it's just tea." yea right. tea my ass! haha. and for a minute there, i actually thought that it was. haha. fucking idiot! *smack. like doh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://slkrendezvous.blogspot.com/"&gt;likai&lt;/a&gt; joined us much later in the evening after work. birds of a feather man. haha. the moment she sat down, it's yada yada all the way. until of course her prince charming showed up. haha. control oni after that. kaixin was right though, likai is really awesome. she's really funny and entertaining. loved her company. i love it so much, i've decided to link her blog to mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we found ourselves sharing about things in life. so much grounds we could relate to. don't worry my dear, we all know you are a strong one. petite but strong. muahaha. stay true to yourself pretty. we wouldn't want it any other way would we? all in all, it was a great day catching up. it's times like this i wish it would last. we (well, mostly her) had a few mugs and a whole lot of laughter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's do it again soon ya. we'll get mrs P too. haha. crazy women. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6905987965127980366?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6905987965127980366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6905987965127980366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6905987965127980366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6905987965127980366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/whoohooo-dooo.html' title='voo-dooo'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrMHnpTVuqI/AAAAAAAAANA/fHm9wfQWdu0/s72-c/899485384l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5126732615075853359</id><published>2007-08-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T20:38:07.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrCTtpTVuoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TFJcLKvx1e0/s1600-h/hue_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093733590946396802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrCTtpTVuoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TFJcLKvx1e0/s400/hue_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to all my boys (and girl) at &lt;strong&gt;hue&lt;/strong&gt;, it's about time, and i've never said it before, but yea, if i ever need to sing you my feelings, it'll be this entire song. oh, so touching, your creative director. i have my moments. haha. you might love it, you might not, but when you ever hear this song, i hope it reminds you of this journey with me, or you once had. this is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; perfect song. the exact lyrics and the right tune. exactly the tone and manner i'll say it to you. excited and happy! hmmm, maybe with less shouting, but you get the point. haha. so come on, enjoy the ride with me. lift up those skirts and pettycoats, and run with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is my song to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus-Ass Shaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a year ago I was standing in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems I've found some friends &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who finally understand what it takes&lt;br /&gt;to make this dream come true, we'll be here till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it, get off your feet,&lt;br /&gt;come dance with me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it get off your feet,&lt;br /&gt;get close to me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout and scream my friends, connect with me and we'll pretend&lt;br /&gt;this night will never end (wo oh) this night will never end&lt;br /&gt;Just let go you'll see together we'll do anything&lt;br /&gt;this night will never end (wo oh) this night will never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it, get off your feet&lt;br /&gt;come dance with me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it get off your feet&lt;br /&gt;get close to me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wish I could thank you all for what you have done&lt;br /&gt;and all of the things that you have shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wish I could take you all too where I must go&lt;br /&gt;wish I could take you all I'll take you with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, get on the floor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shake, get on the floor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;break, get on the floor&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it, get off your feet&lt;br /&gt;come dance with me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, break it get off your feet&lt;br /&gt;get close to me and don't you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out here to show you what we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something we can share, that's completely new&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I'm just insane&lt;br /&gt;Shake it break it get off your feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5126732615075853359?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5126732615075853359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5126732615075853359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5126732615075853359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5126732615075853359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/08/dedication.html' title='dedication'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RrCTtpTVuoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TFJcLKvx1e0/s72-c/hue_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4449624136672015957</id><published>2007-07-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:08:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who chooses who</title><content type='html'>i once read somewhere that quoted,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "you do not choose to be artistic. art chooses you."&lt;/span&gt; art is a form of conduct and lifestyle. a religion and a culture on its own. you live art; you don't just work art. you either are, or you are not. when art chooses you, art becomes a jealous mistress. i believe so. come on, don't blame me cos it's true and you can't deal with facts. i ain't making this shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pretty much answers why most local designers, animators, and whoever thinks they are in the creative industry constantly struggle with the idea of being creative but they don't wanna work more than their fair share of hours. "i want a balance life.",""oh no! more work?","i'm not getting paid enough to do that sort of work." constant complaints and excuses. yada yada. we heard it all before. oh come on, stop living in denial. how can you dread work, but want to do better artwork? no wonder you are tearing yourself apart with the mind fuck, getting all jaded and shit. do you even listen to yourself? it's never about the result, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the constant enthusiasm in living of the creative journey and the understanding of the artistic methodology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, you wanna be creative for a couple of years but have the rest of it balanced up on a 9-5? no wonder you go no where with you fucking career.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it becomes a job the moment you let it be.&lt;/span&gt; so stop whining cos you were never meant to be artistic, sad but true. technical abilities do not constitute for being creative. more often than not, you are most likely to be just a technician. it's ok, not all of us are the chosen few. you never grew artistically. you just grew in experience of clicking the same buttons to do the same shit. do not be mistaken a pianist for a musician. the best part of being artistic is that you don't have to prove it to anyone. you just need to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : ok, don't give me your version of this to justify yourself. it ain't a debate. it's a self reflective question. it's a question that governs the direction of your life. i'm fortunate to be able to be doing what i do and to live it. it ain't easy but i'll live. go suck a cock if you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4449624136672015957?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4449624136672015957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4449624136672015957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4449624136672015957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4449624136672015957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-chooses-who.html' title='who chooses who'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-392240427339939891</id><published>2007-07-25T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:28:02.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lock sin's artwork</title><content type='html'>these are a few pieces in a series designed by my dear friend, &lt;strong&gt;locksin&lt;/strong&gt;. she's a young passionate graphic designer. it's so beautiful that i just have to post this up. amazing intricate details and flow. distinctive form and aesthetic style/direction. somewhat very ayo kato-ish in influence. i personally love the first piece below among the 4 that she has given me. she has more of them in this series of artwork. i think she does really gorgeous artworks but she doesn't get enough reach for it. so, designers around, if you are reading this, and you know how to get her work out there, please let her know or if you think these catches your eye, then feature her work in your space or something. these are artworks worth mentioning about. drop her a line at her &lt;a href="http://locksin_sasa.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.cpluv.com/SIN/"&gt;computer love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091106784653195858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc-pZTVulI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_uh04oMM-OU/s400/653404011l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's&lt;strong&gt; locksin&lt;/strong&gt; alright. yes yes, she is pretty too but really, that's besides the point. the pretty ones, are the ones below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091108373791095394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqdAF5TVumI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t5N_yMjyMG0/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097567653378562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc2Q5TVugI/AAAAAAAAALw/OHNBptuY_xU/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc1lpTVufI/AAAAAAAAALo/i_yRC3a5TqE/s1600-h/Picture-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091096824624036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc1lpTVufI/AAAAAAAAALo/i_yRC3a5TqE/s400/Picture-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc1U5TVueI/AAAAAAAAALg/CZg4Aab2fME/s1600-h/Picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091096536861227490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc1U5TVueI/AAAAAAAAALg/CZg4Aab2fME/s400/Picture-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-392240427339939891?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/392240427339939891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=392240427339939891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/392240427339939891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/392240427339939891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/07/lock-sins-artwork.html' title='lock sin&apos;s artwork'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rqc-pZTVulI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_uh04oMM-OU/s72-c/653404011l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7478275232166540217</id><published>2007-07-23T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:01:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palate palette</title><content type='html'>last thursday everyone at &lt;strong&gt;hue&lt;/strong&gt; had a celebration at &lt;a href="http://www.palatepalette.com/"&gt;palate palette&lt;/a&gt;. really cool place. loved the ambience. so designy. haha. me likey. anyways, yes yes, we were loud. actually come to think of it, i think it was just me. but hey, you gotta admit, it's no fun without me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drank, and we drank, and we drank... didn't drink much but i got there. yes yes, i'm a cheap ass drinker, thank God for that. haha. don't need to drink a barrel to get starry eyed. haha. and after a while it's no fun drinking with me, cos i'll get myself drunk and happy. haha. rounds and rounds of shots. woo hoo. had a really good time. a good clean one. we laughed so much that night i had cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result was a night of laughter, spontaneous stupidity, and ol' fashion share and care. these were some of the pictures our dearest boy, sengkai, took that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPJGZTVubI/AAAAAAAAALI/wQVfeAQUK0w/s1600-h/zellie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090133115567192498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPJGZTVubI/AAAAAAAAALI/wQVfeAQUK0w/s400/zellie01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love this shot of zellie. by far my favourite shot of her. sweet serene and just happy being who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPI-ZTVuaI/AAAAAAAAALA/5F19nv4lHPs/s1600-h/sk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090132978128239010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPI-ZTVuaI/AAAAAAAAALA/5F19nv4lHPs/s400/sk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;usually sengkai doesn't smile much. you only get this after a few beers and a flaming. haha. he wasn't even tipsy, but it sure hell loosen him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIqJTVuYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYqSUQ70CGg/s1600-h/me%26dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090132630235888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIqJTVuYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gYqSUQ70CGg/s400/me%26dee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;partners in crime. both tipsy edi. check out the slit eyes that we both can't seem to open. all we can do is smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIiJTVuXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jAju6LI-kOw/s1600-h/jules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090132492796934514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIiJTVuXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jAju6LI-kOw/s400/jules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jules really just cracks me up with his cool macho posing. i have to admit though, he can surely pull it off and still look good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090131689638050114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPHzZTVuUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9oYq6cEe6vE/s400/dista%26jules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told ya he can really pose! haha. that's dista joining in. omg, not you too! jules can blame it on the alcohol, you can't my dear dista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090132797739612562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIz5TVuZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PzqOOIWlL5I/s400/posejpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fuck, i just had to la. alcohol talking, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIaZTVuWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6AAi4WTWUVU/s1600-h/fizah%26mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090132359652948322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIaZTVuWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6AAi4WTWUVU/s400/fizah%26mk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fizah and mun kiat in this one. it's easy to tell that one's half way there and the other's pretty sober. look who's grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIApTVuVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uLjBVNnNrqw/s1600-h/dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090131917271316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPIApTVuVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uLjBVNnNrqw/s400/dee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aww, we'll always wanna remember dee this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090137908750694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPNdZTVucI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CNZlmQO9HFw/s400/angel01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; if all else fails, stupidity prevails. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090138291002784210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPNzpTVudI/AAAAAAAAALY/mNbIiLySdSQ/s400/angel02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;need i say more. oh boy, do i really need a prayer for this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, this is where i belong. i'm fortunate and happy to be a huey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7478275232166540217?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7478275232166540217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7478275232166540217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7478275232166540217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7478275232166540217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/07/palate-palette.html' title='palate palette'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RqPJGZTVubI/AAAAAAAAALI/wQVfeAQUK0w/s72-c/zellie01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-288888186037994403</id><published>2007-07-21T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:58:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids these days</title><content type='html'>just the other day, we were casting some really really young talents from age 10-13 for a promo that we will be shooting for soon. and there he was this 8 year old boy. sweet as can be. until he started his fucking nonsense. just like stitch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kanineh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt;! makes me wanna slap the motherfucker's teeth in. if he was my kid, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna whip him like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; got it. fucking no manners whatsoever. and the worse part is that he thinks he is cute. who the fuck is his mother. take that kid out of here man. he is pissing the fuck out of me. you should be ashamed of yourself for his upbringing. naughty fella, this one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; telling you.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the force is strong with this one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feel the force motherfucker!&lt;/span&gt; your mother never taught you manners ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen the mouth and attitude on that kid. after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; most kids around, he looked at me and said, "do you have a problem? what are you looking at? turn your face the other way before i slap you." eh, premature-got-a-stub-for-a-dick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shortfuck&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna drown you when your mum's not looking. he is just an 8 year old. that fucker's balls hasn't had hair growth yet! oh my gosh, what are TV doing to kids these days? or are they already like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time when i was 8 and if i ever talked like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be homeless! my mum would yanked my hair and slapped my mouth and asked me to repeat that shit if i had the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shits! kids these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-288888186037994403?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/288888186037994403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=288888186037994403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/288888186037994403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/288888186037994403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/07/kids-these-days.html' title='kids these days'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6763702903806778195</id><published>2007-07-17T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:17:10.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><content type='html'>haven't been updating this stupid thing. haven't had the time. i'm not here for your entertainment anyway. hehe. wait la, soon after i get some breathing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"it's all about the money. dum dum dee dee dum dum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6763702903806778195?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7243717387737626031</id><published>2007-07-16T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:40:31.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;life isn't about finding yourself. it is about creating yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7243717387737626031?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7243717387737626031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7243717387737626031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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inevitable in all our lives really, at some point, cos we are somehow reactive to the situations, we are just human right. i'm just a little more transparent with my emotions and thoughts. the question is always, how drama you wanna get as oppose to whether you have drama or not. it came, it went. it's all good now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i found this really hilarious video to celebrate laughter once again. muahaha. told you they were dumb. most questions were really in your face. haha. it's really like asking a kid to add 2 and 2. on a neutral ground, i'm sure there are brilliant people there just as we have dumb ones here, but it's still funny as fuck nevertheless. i was laughing so hard, my socks fell off. lol. oh, btw, if you see the map carefully as he ask them to pin on, the name of the countries are not right. he just kinda mixed them up. that's australia they are pinning on, but they think it's north korea or iran! hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1726729822060955756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-are-not-stupid.html' title='They are not stupid'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7863967941542817523</id><published>2007-07-03T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:53:47.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not easy for me</title><content type='html'>i think i just did took it one step too far. i'm ashamed of it all. it's not easy for me to admit this. most probably right too about being fucked up. i know what he is. he doesn't deserve this vulgar part of me i've kept from him and myself. i really tried. it takes all these time of keeping it in and try being a better person, but it takes one moment to break everything you worked so hard for. to go back in being that. i just broke. i'm not gonna blame it on being angry and the stress from possibly everything around, and i'm not gonna take it back as i know that's not ever gonna help with anything at this point. i've done this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really wasn't about the space. i did say i'll ease up. it's really not about that. i just snapped the moment i asked about something else and he talked down, ignored, and left me hanging. not that he will do it intentionally. maybe it was a build up of a few others too, i dunno. whatever it is, i got there and i did what i did. you made me thought about a lot of things i ignored and chose not to see when i was clouded. i'm still a little mad about things, but i agree that violence is not an answer or an outlet. i chose the easiest way to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i'm afraid of the most. i remember telling you once before. i'm afraid of me, and the person that i truly am inside. i just thank God that i didn't do anything i'd live to regret. i admit that this is my true colour. it's not about going public or an ego thing, because if it is, i wouldn't be writing this. actually in fact, i just showed the world of how fucked up i am. humiliating myself is certainly the fun way to go. believe me, it's really tearing me up inside. should have thought about things, but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not justifying neither am i apologizing. the best i could do is to give everyone some peace of mind. this really doesn't undo things neither does it say much to relieve both you and him the disappointment. it still leaves everyone feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you both well too. i still do look up to him. i agree it's best we part ways. i've said my peace.&lt;div 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me'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4974813937627460561</id><published>2007-06-29T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:58:56.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bummer! balls! fuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4974813937627460561?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4974813937627460561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7693841360230363823</id><published>2007-06-24T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:09:01.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animax theme song</title><content type='html'>we were given the opportunity to make some interesting visuals for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animax-asia.com/"&gt;Animax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the anime channel. check it out at the feature section in our &lt;a href="http://www.huevisualab.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. if you missed it, click on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; link in our site, and it's in our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;music videos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; segment. it really wasn't as easy as just making a music video k, other than the hard work. when we first got an email from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; asking us if we were interested to work on a project, we had no idea what they had in mind. we had to produce a music video for the band &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://animax-asia.com/pupil/"&gt;Pupil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and at the same time display much of the brand promise of the channel. that's like killing 2 birds with one stone lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided that an anime featuring the band members in 4 various stereotypical anime world is to be animated. we added a little twist to the entire plot because i personally felt that it needed something to hold and tie the entire sequence. we came up with the idea that the characters in the anime world are looking at the real world and sees it as anime and think of anime world as reality. foncuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another challenge of this sequence was to work around with the green screen shots they have already taken much before. basically, it's like working backwards. it's like giving me 4 wheels and a steering wheel and ask me to make a car without a blueprint. now that's difficult. the other greater challenge was to work with our limited resource and still pushing its limit. we didn't have a fucking hot budget to hire 10 illustrators, 10 animators or whatever. it's just the few of us here at &lt;em&gt;hue&lt;/em&gt;. not bad for a crazy bunch of rejects eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079404229889197906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2rPDkph1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/JirNKaNBmyE/s400/pupil_animax_vidshoot%2520064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we were given this... &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079389751554442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eETkphsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vQXtTYKdG9c/s400/animax9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and we turned it into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it. it was certainly a benchmark for us. now, if it's not your cup of tea, the least you can do is not tell me. the team spent weeks of sleepless nights to come out with that. these are some of the screenshots from the sequence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2emjkph0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2jt8jnatmn4/s1600-h/animax1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390339964962626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2emjkph0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2jt8jnatmn4/s400/animax1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2ejTkphzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X38o8q8vwEI/s1600-h/animax2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390284130387762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2ejTkphzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/X38o8q8vwEI/s400/animax2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2egTkphyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SgHcMVJ36tQ/s1600-h/animax3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390232590780194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2egTkphyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SgHcMVJ36tQ/s400/animax3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390138101499666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eazkphxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/octPdOzTwb8/s400/animax4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eXzkphwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/izgK20v_aOs/s1600-h/animax5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390086561892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eXzkphwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/izgK20v_aOs/s400/animax5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eUTkphvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HxnrjzyJIiM/s1600-h/animax6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079390026432349938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eUTkphvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HxnrjzyJIiM/s400/animax6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eODkphuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5KQQyYgR-nM/s1600-h/animax7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079389919058167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eODkphuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5KQQyYgR-nM/s400/animax7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eJTkphtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A8JvaCK4zLs/s1600-h/animax8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079389837453788882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rn2eJTkphtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A8JvaCK4zLs/s400/animax8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7693841360230363823?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7693841360230363823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7693841360230363823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4133608521953090830</id><published>2007-06-22T07:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:47:32.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>use to be</title><content type='html'>everyone has their ghosts. some choose to hide them in the closet, and some try figuring them out. i have mine, just as you have yours. if anything at all, i'm all good being just me. i feel so fortunate doing what i do, and being who i am. we are all fine, with our little chipped ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me last night, why am i so close, yet i'm never. i replied, "my dear, i've been messed up a long time ago, and there's a hole where my heart should be. some things are broken inside and i just don't work that way anymore." for now, i'm good where i stand. my heart is cold, but it keeps me safe. i envy my dearest friends who are all married and attached. they seem happy. i use to be. i wish i am too, but i'm too tired to do anything about it, ever. it's so ironic. i would like to have someone in my life too, who wouldn't, but i'm just so afraid at the thought of getting into a relationship. i don't wanna take any more chances. took one too many, and went straight to jail without passing go, and not collecting 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been trying to just go out, start dating again, but it never ends well. either that, or i just couldn't keep going at it. i would like to blame it on my work or the age, but truth is, i'm just sick and tired of being sick and tired. i'd probably have to fix that hole and resolve my ghosts first, but i'm too tired to give a fuck. maybe in time, i'll find myself falling in love, but i'm sure it won't be any time soon. i'll take it as it comes. i've got some straightening out to do on my own. well, either way, life still goes on. oh bugga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4133608521953090830?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4133608521953090830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4133608521953090830&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4133608521953090830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4133608521953090830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/use-to-be.html' title='use to be'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7582982557174104170</id><published>2007-06-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:20:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can try</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;woo, this just works my day. and i thought i had a bad week. looks like someone had it worse. anything to get a review eh. is this the same dude that does &lt;a href="http://www.joshlim.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? you know you are fucked when your boss starts dancing around, literally. haha. well, cheerios, i hope he had fun dancing as much as i had fun watching. keep it up dude. you certainly have a much better chance at dancing. sorry, that was cheap. couldn't help it. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoops!! dude, you beat me to it la. i'll just stick to directing and designing. i lose hands down man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9v-MsiB9jk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9v-MsiB9jk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7582982557174104170?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7582982557174104170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7582982557174104170&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077669423878866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RneBcDkphrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qmjiH0qivmU/s400/kerenbanget.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the result of an image i recently touched up. just wanna share some light, geddit? some light. haha. nemind. anyways, this image was taken by julian without my knowledge. i'm not posing although i would if i knew. haha. now, let's begin our lesson no.1. in order to see what has been done to it, let's take a look at what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077669273555011234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RneBTTkphqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k6bpaDkplpE/s400/kerenbanget-original.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is the original image that was taken. bad light, bad hierarchy of visuals, bad colour information, and er, bad everything else. if you notice, my jeans and my jacket is of different denim. my skin on my face doesn't look too appealing, and it certainly doesn't match my hand in the pocket. the background tends to be shouting louder than the subject. see how the whites on the back is on a higher level than the whites on the subject? colour saturation is too high and burnt on the subject. i had to bleach it to harmonize the levels. now that we have identified the problems, let's begin lesson no.1. step 1, i opened photoshop. step 2, i, er.... too many steps la, i'll continue this on the next chapter. tra la la. see you next time. thank you for joining me. this episode is brought to you by the letter H, U and E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1600496129040797528?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1600496129040797528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1600496129040797528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1600496129040797528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1600496129040797528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/touch-up-101.html' title='touch up 101'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RneBcDkphrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qmjiH0qivmU/s72-c/kerenbanget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5143817340251467305</id><published>2007-06-19T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:26:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solace</title><content type='html'>i know i have issues. i realize acknowledging is not good enough. i'm not offended, and i take it gracefully. i really din mean to offend anyone, especially ppl that i'm close with. frankly, i never really cared about pissing ppl off; can't make everyone happy right or not, but there are some really close ones that i never want them to think otherwise or lesser of me. never needed the advice, just someone to listen. all i know in my head at this current point is that i need a friend just to listen or tell me things are gonna be alright, even if it doesn't. yes, certainly denial, but it helps. its not like i expect, but i really don't know who else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that my life's a walking drama. some are made and most are given. some i chose to amplify and most are handed down. it's true. its insecurities. i don't deny that. i'm not perfect, and i've always been trying to be a better person, especially with my insecurities, and my attention deficit disorder(ADD). subconsciously for me, he has always been my comfort and pillar. he tells me to jump, i say how high. his acknowledgement means the world to me. yes, i am dependant on him emotionally. my solace. he has always been even without him realizing. i know now that he can no longer be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for my obnoxious behaviour. really can't help feeling stupid and the lousiest the past few days. i'll be there still for you if you ever need me despite whatever. im still your soldier my dear friend. push come to shove, i'll always be. im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5143817340251467305?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5143817340251467305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5143817340251467305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5143817340251467305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5143817340251467305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/solace.html' title='solace'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6880926275190493158</id><published>2007-06-17T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:00:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>OMG, this is really getting bad to worse. my whole creative career is on the line and nothing is materializing. is there no other way to do this? tired balls. everyone is burnt out. i don't know how to do this anymore, and i'm running out of time and solutions. three long years to build, and it takes one project to fuck this goodbye. give me this, i need this. please. ARGHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so intolerant to bullshit right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6880926275190493158?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6880926275190493158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6880926275190493158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6880926275190493158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6880926275190493158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-458542230103214014</id><published>2007-06-14T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:57:01.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birds day</title><content type='html'>it's my birthday, but it sure hell feels just like another ordinary stressed out day. if i only had one wish, that would be to complete this project well. and soon. director happy, production house happy, agency happy, client happy, joey can sleep. pls give me at least one good night's sleep. that's the greatest present a man can ever have. but the looks of it, i doubt it. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-458542230103214014?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/458542230103214014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=458542230103214014&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/458542230103214014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/458542230103214014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/birds-day.html' title='birds day'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6437316280050333804</id><published>2007-06-10T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T06:12:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gwen Stefani. i think she's one of those superstars that doesn't need to try to hard in being one. please, even if you don't like her tracks, you gotta admit she is talented. she's hot, a sassy attitude to go with that and she has sang some really great tracks that goes down in music history. this ain't one of them, but i adore this song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;apparently, this song is about the birth of her child, Kingston. not bad for a kid named after rams. anyways, i personally think this is one of those songs you play in your car as you take a midnight drive. i love the mood in this music video. love what 35mm and a little colour grade can do to a great subject. enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Mqt8ND1Mv0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Mqt8ND1Mv0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6437316280050333804?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6437316280050333804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6437316280050333804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6437316280050333804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6437316280050333804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the morning'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7002146365900880430</id><published>2007-06-10T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:47:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna dye</title><content type='html'>it's been a crazy week. the weekends ain't easing up either. fuck. got a fucking fever last night in the midst of a deadline. why la. as if i not enough stress as it is. kaninehhhh! got so fed up, i decided to do an overhaul on my hair. bleach, dye, wash and cut. all for 240 ringgit. waa-laa! this is what i look like now. it's actually ash colour. quite nice the colour, just not on me i guess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more the stupid rain+my chemical romance look. haha. at least thats what i wanted initially. what was i thinking the last time when i combine an asian with a gwai lou. you get sohai hair. its like mix breeding between a pitbull and a shitzu. what you get? bullshit lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno la, got that hongkie ah beng feel to it. dun really like it, but hell, its fucking therapeutic lor. feels so much better. can you feel the ahbengism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074163253096580706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmsMmDkphmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4X_rurVfPVw/s320/new02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmsMdTkphlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZhoC76JJWu4/s1600-h/new01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074163102772725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmsMdTkphlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZhoC76JJWu4/s320/new01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7002146365900880430?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7002146365900880430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7002146365900880430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7002146365900880430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7002146365900880430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/hairepy.html' title='I wanna dye'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmsMmDkphmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4X_rurVfPVw/s72-c/new02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-31567593056360537</id><published>2007-06-08T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:11:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a 5</title><content type='html'>a close friend of mine, joachim, introduced me to this tune and i've been loving it ever since. my anthem of serenity and solitude. this track makes me wanna take a five... minute break every time i listen to it. the lyrics to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above &amp;amp; Beyond - Good For Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with you is easy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're good for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling inside me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it sends me sky high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To for feel for you is easy oh baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your good for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling inside me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it sends me sky high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're good for me my baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So good for me my love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your good for me my baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So good for me oh love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course this feeling sends me sky high &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, just chill &lt;em&gt;oni&lt;/em&gt;. no worries. so &lt;em&gt;above and beyond&lt;/em&gt; on a five... minute break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-31567593056360537?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/31567593056360537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=31567593056360537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/31567593056360537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/31567593056360537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/above-and-beyond.html' title='take a 5'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4050710854350027307</id><published>2007-06-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:02:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken and duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ocassionally, we do a chicken and duck, and I get this stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rmd3lDkphhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EcjeDg8XZ54/s1600-h/pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073154983754040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rmd3lDkphhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EcjeDg8XZ54/s400/pear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;click on the image for a closer read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he &lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt; wanna &lt;em&gt;layan&lt;/em&gt; me after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4050710854350027307?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4050710854350027307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4050710854350027307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4050710854350027307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4050710854350027307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/chicken-and-duck.html' title='chicken and duck'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Rmd3lDkphhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EcjeDg8XZ54/s72-c/pear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5470720772739405253</id><published>2007-06-07T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:55:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he sure lovin' it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmcyODkphdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ltdqTAGrK0k/s1600-h/mcds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073078722314733010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmcyODkphdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ltdqTAGrK0k/s400/mcds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; awww.&lt;/span&gt; no worries, i'm sure he won't leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5470720772739405253?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5470720772739405253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5470720772739405253&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5470720772739405253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5470720772739405253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-sure-lovin-it.html' title='he sure lovin&apos; it'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmcyODkphdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ltdqTAGrK0k/s72-c/mcds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1783530650317890838</id><published>2007-06-07T05:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T05:21:06.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday mommy.&lt;/span&gt; i know it was yesterday. i hope you are reading this, just as you read the rest of it. haha. i hope the flowers reach you well in Singapore. and i hope you like them. i love you so much, &lt;em&gt;mi&lt;/em&gt;. queen of my heart. ah, don't cry ah. you cry, i cry &lt;em&gt;wan leh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1783530650317890838?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1783530650317890838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1783530650317890838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1783530650317890838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1783530650317890838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-mommy.html' title='to mom'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-2879107120150326219</id><published>2007-06-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T02:36:54.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to a close friend</title><content type='html'>to my dearest friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this reaches you well. i know it hurts inside my dear. i feel you hurting though i don't show it. i really don't know what else to do. i would take it as my own if it helps ease the pain. please don't be blaming yourself or feel second best. you are worth so much more, take it from me. it's not your fault that he did what he did. neither is it your fault that the marriage was shaken. it was his period. the selfish bastard fucked up! it's that simple. though im aware that even if its his fault, its you thats gonna bear the consequence. i know you are dying a little inside every day, and things can't be the way it use to be, as much as you wish it could. it's ok to be weak for now, we are only human, but know that you'll need to pull yourself out of it eventually. i can't decide for you but i'll be here like a soldier for you. you'll need to move on. and time is your only cure. you'll wake up one day and it won't hurt as much. but for now, take each step at a time. im behind you each step of the way. it's gonna be alright my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ju-hann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2879107120150326219?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2879107120150326219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2879107120150326219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2879107120150326219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2879107120150326219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dear-friend.html' title='to a close friend'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3502331689450600971</id><published>2007-06-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:23:19.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sacred pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmMJKxnngYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sP7BNYOzDVw/s1600-h/charmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071907686072156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmMJKxnngYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sP7BNYOzDVw/s400/charmaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet charlene. she is getting her tattoo done. zzt-zzt-zzt. haha. i took this over the weekends when i dropped by the shop and she was there getting her 3rd session. she probably has another 3 sessions to go. the piece is huge lor. i bet she is one strong girl. she's pretty determine to get it all done &lt;em&gt;asap&lt;/em&gt;. at least she doesn't whin like a girl like another friend of mine, which i also designed for across the back. haha. and hers is larger and has much more details mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071908605195157906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmMKARnngZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6wswQUVcME4/s400/tattoooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the original artwork as painted in photoshop. good luck my dear charlene. haha. &lt;em&gt;bes eh&lt;/em&gt; kena that spot? well, that's the shit you go tru when you get &lt;em&gt;joey khor&lt;/em&gt; to art direct. it won't be some simple shit that's for sure. haha. literally, no pain no gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3502331689450600971?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3502331689450600971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3502331689450600971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3502331689450600971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3502331689450600971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/sacred-pain.html' title='sacred pain'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmMJKxnngYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sP7BNYOzDVw/s72-c/charmaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5036590863947607285</id><published>2007-06-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:14:47.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i do</title><content type='html'>most of you already know what i do, and some of you are still fucking vague. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if you don't get, what's most important is that i get it anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but if this turns you on as much it does to me, then lemme share with you the recent shoot in Jakarta. and for those of you who knows a little, don't give me your 2 cents worth and try educating me like you've been there done that. i take shit from the client, i dun have to take it from you. till the day you are &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the client is p&amp;c, so i can't disclose that or the intention of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TVC&lt;/span&gt;. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be sharing with you a day on shoot. lights, camera, action! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i walk into a studio before the shoot, when the lights are still dim, and everyone is setting up, i feel strong and good. its my world of make belief, and for that brief moment, i get away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071887559855407394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL23RnngSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FDaWBxWRgo0/s320/shoot05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i arrived in Jakarta on Friday afternoon, and immediately head for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-production meeting with the production house. was bouncing off with the art director on the specifications of the props, cos this is a fairly large set. we actually decided to build to front deck of a cruise ship on separate plates, brought in a jeep, and shipped an actual hot air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baloon&lt;/span&gt; basket from Bali, all by Sunday morning, cos we shoot on Monday. in lay man's terms, all that meticulously done in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071889926382387506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5BBnngTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P2Y3SXDN0Ng/s320/shoot03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's not all, we had to be precise with how many light that would do the trick. too few, and you're fucked, too many and the cost goes up. we shot the whole thing on a 16mm camera, so we had to prepare tracks, film stock, and a whole lot of other gadgets that you probably can't pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5bBnngVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6s3_tDVjZsU/s1600-h/shoot04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071890373058986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5bBnngVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6s3_tDVjZsU/s320/shoot04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the front plate of the deck is build to actual scale over night. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got lights that works and flashes, with lifesavers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. i respect their professionalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5ORnngUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l9LjVpB0K2k/s1600-h/shoot06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071890154015654210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5ORnngUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/l9LjVpB0K2k/s320/shoot06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is from my angle when we shoot. however, we shot on film, so you wont' be getting what you are seeing in the viewfinder. dunno why i seem to be running up and down the studio like a headless chicken the whole day. tired balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071890604987220322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL5ohnngWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LDsHISeU4BI/s320/shoot02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;testing out the rotation of the basket, too slow, and you waste film, too fast and you don't have enough frames. it's a bitch when either one happens &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071890879865127282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL54hnngXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/adBAjbje48M/s320/shoot01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is on shoot day with the talents in the basket. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt; the talents &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. we worked the poor kids to the bone, takes after takes, but that's part of professionalism ain't it. as we were delayed with some technical hiccups, the female talent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shalwini&lt;/span&gt;, got a bit bored of waiting as her co talent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chiko&lt;/span&gt; is digging some really chunky gold. bet you didn't see me take that did you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. i see everything my dear friend. that's my job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in a shoot, it's always true with the theory, 'what can go wrong will always go wrong'. and it's certainly not easy doing what i do, plus the pay ain't all that. and that's just the shoot, we have the animation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;compositing&lt;/span&gt; from there on. however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; excited to see the complete motion after 2 weeks. will keep you posted if you are too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am fortunate to do what i do. i love this more than anything else and i live to do it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5036590863947607285?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5036590863947607285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5036590863947607285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5036590863947607285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5036590863947607285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-do.html' title='what i do'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RmL23RnngSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FDaWBxWRgo0/s72-c/shoot05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-337665649256011940</id><published>2007-05-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:09:56.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be going back to Malaysia tomorrow! i like Indonesia, but i don't think i can live here long. i reckon Indonesians are certainly more polite and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; than Malaysians, plus the chicks are hot too, but the traffic and the driving is too much for me to handle. tension la stay here. every morning before we go over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VHQ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the post house, i sure wake up as bright as noon after the car ride. chill &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, i didn't sleep much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the night before. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaneh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. can't i even get a few minutes of shut eye? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be back here for a day or 2 for the online after 2 weeks of animation anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess Indonesia really likes me. i haven't even got back yet, and i've got another storyboard to look tru for some 3D animation supervision in Jakarta. that project is probably in June, which means i'll be spending my birthday alone in Jakarta. &lt;em&gt;chibai&lt;/em&gt;. :( whoa, my head can't take so much information, but so much work and no rest is a whole lot better than complaining about no work at all. for now, i just wanna go home and get a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love what i do, but i need some rest. internal combustion soon. i wanna go out for dinner with my friends, and see my boys and my parents. surprisingly i miss dee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-337665649256011940?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5942627229364570165</id><published>2007-05-31T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:00:53.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 play</title><content type='html'>Damn it! this shit is contagious man. i first saw it in eve's blog, and i just skimped tru it, and went, what??!! then this evening, i loaded junie's blog and i saw it there again. im like what the... anyways, i was at elle's blog (which i'm always there anyway, and she hasn't updated for the entire week, cos she ain't feeling too well), and pop it was there too! yau mou ying. i'll be damned if i see it on perry's blog. haha. anyway, elle tagged me, and so here it is. i'm gonna make sure i see it on everybody's blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Jobs I've had in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. interactive designer&lt;br /&gt;2. brand creative head&lt;br /&gt;3. lecturer&lt;br /&gt;4. creative director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies I can watch over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. braveheart&lt;br /&gt;2. the last samurai&lt;br /&gt;3. jerry maguire&lt;br /&gt;4. the patriot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places I've been on Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. melbourne&lt;br /&gt;2. pangkor island&lt;br /&gt;3. bangkok&lt;br /&gt;4. korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Of my Favorite Dishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hotplate tau foo&lt;br /&gt;2. steamed fish with fire below&lt;br /&gt;3. baby kailan with oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;4. linguini cabonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places I would like to Visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. amsterdam (there are only 2 reasons why)&lt;br /&gt;2. japan&lt;br /&gt;3. bali&lt;br /&gt;4. maldives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Most overused Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tiu&lt;br /&gt;2. fuck&lt;br /&gt;3. i&lt;br /&gt;4. mahai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 TV Shows I love to Watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. prison break&lt;br /&gt;2. full house (korean drama)&lt;br /&gt;3. my name is earl&lt;br /&gt;4. heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Bloggers I am Tagging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. julian oh&lt;br /&gt;2. fizah rahim&lt;br /&gt;3. ah lan&lt;br /&gt;4. seng kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd tag hushie too if i had space! so consider yourself tagged hushie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5942627229364570165?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5942627229364570165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5942627229364570165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5942627229364570165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5942627229364570165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-play.html' title='4 play'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8211483352713452265</id><published>2007-05-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:30:29.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tarot card</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;i saw this test taken on &lt;a href="http://irisbaby-homeofmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iris's &lt;/a&gt;blog and i thought it would be interesting to kinda fuck around with it and see what i would get. haha. i've always been fascinated by the aestheticism of the tarot concept and characters, not that i belief in it. i'm still a christian by faith. i even portray the art of it in my work on the &lt;em&gt;ash's the day after tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; music video. elle patiently shared and enlightened me on the topic that one time. thanks elle. &lt;em&gt;yau mou lan&lt;/em&gt;, this is my character result after that stupid test...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i always get the faggoty ones? *smack. &lt;em&gt;haijoo&lt;/em&gt;, destiny la. just gotta accept. oh well, it could have been worse. i could have gotten &lt;strong&gt;the whore &lt;/strong&gt;or something. i admitted that i was an ass-tit-face man, not an ass-tit-face full stop. well, at least they got some things quite right about me. i like making things beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i like the part where it says beauty, charm, and success, though i dun quite feel the luxury factor. i'm assuming they meant that i have those traits. &lt;em&gt;woo-hoo&lt;/em&gt;. if anything at all, those are worth having boobies for. for sure i'll have D cup boobies. i'll probably make dolly parton look like a beestung asian. ok ok, im getting too carried away with this &lt;em&gt;tetek&lt;/em&gt; thingy. my point is, haha, get it? my points? haha. sorry, that's so uncalled for too. can't help but to think out loud, and i sure am loud. just having fun with this shit. &lt;em&gt;wa lau,&lt;/em&gt; fuck, this is one fugly empress man. &lt;em&gt;kaneh&lt;/em&gt;, look more like &lt;em&gt;lao ah ee&lt;/em&gt; than an empress. who the fuck drew this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8211483352713452265?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8211483352713452265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8211483352713452265&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8211483352713452265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8211483352713452265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-tarot-card.html' title='my tarot card'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-2093710811998899453</id><published>2007-05-27T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T04:23:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jakarta</title><content type='html'>i arrived at Jakarta on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, 10.30am and had the longest day ever. but what was really cool was that when i landed at the airport, there was this dude waiting for me with a card and my name on it. he then ushered me towards this row where it says diplomatic immunity, whereas everyone else were queuing up to get their passport stamped. that was just dope man! everyone was just looking as i pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tru&lt;/span&gt;, like who the fuck is this dude? *singing to &lt;em&gt;pussycat dolls&lt;/em&gt;, "don't you wish that you were just like me?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they first gave me my per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diems&lt;/span&gt;, just like in the U.S, i got fucking confuse again with the currency. you loose sense of value, for sure. they gave me like 20 pieces of 100,000 notes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like what does that make me? a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; millionaire? fuck yea. so, in Indonesia, how do you label a millionaire cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; probably one. cos technically, a millionaire is basically someone who has a million bucks right? it's just weird man. i still can't comprehend buying a pack of ciggies for 11 THOUSAND bucks, but that's just like 6 shitty ringgit right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally checked in at the &lt;a href="http://www.grandkemang.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grandkemang&lt;/span&gt; Hotel&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at 8pm. whoa, was i tired as fuck. the Hotel ain't too bad. i like my room. it's pretty comfy and classy, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; all around Jakarta suck big time. it's almost crawling man. i had to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jpeg's&lt;/span&gt; load a line at a time. thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; never experience that after the 56K modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally think that Indonesians in general are much more polite as compared to Malaysians. went out for dinner and a couple of drinks with a friend of mine after a hot shower. whoa, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; scene here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happening man.Indonesian chicks are hot man! but sad la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cakap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bahasa&lt;/span&gt; Indonesia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. speaking of which, the language is just weird as hell too man. i mean, it feels like we are speaking the same language and yet we are not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. like my friend's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; was just saying out loud to all of us, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;duduk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pantat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sakit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;banget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(very)" or something like that. i just stood there staring with my eyes wide as fuck. i was like,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? apparently, after much sought after, i realize &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pantat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the backside. and they laughed hysterically when i said its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;em&gt;punggung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;em&gt;buntut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. look who should be laughing man. *smack. whatever man, for all i care if your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pantat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or your &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pantat&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sakit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man. either way, i don't get to touch either one right. how do i even compliment on a girl's fine ass? "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pantat loe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cantik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;banget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, everyone here drives like they're on steroids in the F1. even the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aunties here drive like gangsters on steroids. i reckon the most used parts of a car in Indonesia is the horn and the brakes. that's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-requisites of driving in Indonesia. when they brake, they horn. when they move, they horn. when they are happy or sad, they horn. when your horn don't work, you can't drive man. i mean what's up with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;cheongness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; la. i wanna cross the street &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i panic balls. almost made me pee in my pants when they were driving me around every time. i think i need some time to get use to this jam brake thingy. i reckon Indonesia is a '&lt;em&gt;fast moving'&lt;/em&gt; country, as Singapore is a '&lt;em&gt;fine'&lt;/em&gt; country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, gotta go sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. got a preparation meeting before we shoot on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. oh well, i guess there are just some things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never get. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-2093710811998899453?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/2093710811998899453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=2093710811998899453&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2093710811998899453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/2093710811998899453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/jakarta.html' title='jakarta'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8646196817791937039</id><published>2007-05-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:15:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this gay thing</title><content type='html'>mummy, no no, trust me i'm not gay. they were just saying that i am 'gay' as in being 'happy'. serious la. *blank blank. didn't i tell you guys my mum reads my fucking blog? fuck, i just said fuck! sorry mummy. *smack. im digging my grave lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she asked me this morning if i was really gay. yau mou ying? like what the fuck? then i sat her down and said in chinese, "mummy, put it this way, if i was stranded on an island with a fugly fat girl, a gay, and a goat. i'll probably fuck the goat. so don't worry mummy." she then stared back blankly as i got up to walk away. "the goat ah?" i replied as i turned, " no la, i was just kidding. i'll take the fugly fat girl any time la." she smiled as if at ease. got that puas face. phew. wa lau. now i know, gay cannot, goat oso cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you guys la. kecoh summore la about me being gay. cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and for those that really are that dumb to take nice polite hints, when i say learn to keep your opinions to yourself, which part of the sentence don't you understand? only my best friend (or his wife), or dee and zellie, and with a few other exceptional people can call me whatever they want, which they don't even. so what makes you think you can stomp into MY blog and write your shit about me when i said beforehand that i don't fucking need it? i can even claim that i'm the president of the united states in here. this is MY world, MY rules! you just had to do it right, you self righteous fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun care if its your honesty or even if i'm really gay. it is still ONLY your opinion. you got your brains growing in your armpits or what? you just don't do that. i don't walk into your house and call your mother a whore even if she is, right? don't make me slap you with a large trout. go start your own fucking blog and write all you want about me. oh, take back your 2 cents worth of change. don't need it. don't take this too seriously k. i didn't. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually find this quite amusing. it's true, i could have just deleted your comment and move on, but this way makes it so much more fun. don't take it too hard on yourself dude. you are not first idiot in my life who thinks they got me figured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8646196817791937039?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8646196817791937039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8646196817791937039&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8646196817791937039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8646196817791937039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-gay-thing.html' title='this gay thing'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3124551448290393929</id><published>2007-05-24T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T04:25:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to canada with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;zellie, my dear girl. i miss you so much! i hope you are reading this girl. come back soon please. dee and i are fine, we learn to get along, but it feels weird without you here. i feel so incomplete. would give anything to just talk and hear your voice again. well, just in case you've forgotten how i look, and how i am at the studio. hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSMZxnngNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tb9VH3_7Tvs/s1600-h/hardatwork01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067829855142772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSMZxnngNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tb9VH3_7Tvs/s320/hardatwork01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's me hard at work, or so it seems. that's my face by default. i'm not angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067830009761595618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSMixnngOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0vHbmdqAP-4/s320/hardatwork02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ah, must be calculating potential business again. the shiok sendiri kind. certainly not a girl, saham jatuh la these days. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw girl, apparently the &lt;a href="http://www.animax-asia.com/pupil/default.asp"&gt;animax music video &lt;/a&gt;was well received at the press conference yesterday. tracy was saying that the crowd asked for an encore! haha. we'll be featuring it in IDN. we've done it again girl! hugs. the studio will be heading down to Singapore this weekend for the launching and the party, while i'll be flying to Jakarta for a shoot. boo-hoo. just my rotten luck as usual. and i'm sure dee told you about me setting the studio on fire while on a conference call with Jakarta. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just wanna give you a reason to smile. something that has been going around the studio these days. i think julian oh started it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067830314704273650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSM0hnngPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xcPefIhKr9U/s320/loser01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;L-O-S-E-R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067832384878510354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSOtBnngRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8Q_GDbAw1pI/s320/loser02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3-D L-O-S-E-R &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3124551448290393929?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3124551448290393929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3124551448290393929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3124551448290393929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3124551448290393929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-canada-with-love.html' title='to canada with love'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlSMZxnngNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tb9VH3_7Tvs/s72-c/hardatwork01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1163782355473357568</id><published>2007-05-23T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:47:14.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i decided to post a 'did you know' about joey khor. like so many of you fuckers keep thinking you know me right. let's see if you got me figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067728837511971010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlQwhxnngMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1GB4LPgrSwE/s320/joey_resized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;courtesy of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://20pixels.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;julian oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did you know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm NOT gay!! or soft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i don't eat fish, except for the steam ones with fire burning beneath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i don't eat chocolates, except for white ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i don't like to drink. i pretend i do in clubs just to entertain you, sohai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm exactly 6 feet in height.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm 57kg. i'm underweight by 10 fucking kg. and i constanly get ppl telling me to eat more and shit like tat. either that, or "do you do drugs?". i don't do any more drugs... just that i don't do any less either. hey, sock it! i'm a healthy, skinny fuck. so what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that if i put all the women i've had in my life in each year, they would have caught up with my age and still have 6 years change. but again, most of the women in my life has always caught my eye, but never my heart. it's not that i'm proud of the statistics. it just goes to show what a lousy lover i am. now, don't analyze and tell me why you think so. i dun give a fuck what you think. i'm just tired right now. im still not gay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that most of the closest people in my life are all women except for my bestfriend. women's man? don't know why, don't care. all i know is that they sincerely care a lot for my well being. boy, is my future girlfriend gonna be so jealous. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that there is only enough space for 2 women (other than my mum) i'd die for in my life, which is dee and zell. it's obvious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm not intellectual or smart. never claim that i was. i just see things differently in shapes, colours and form. most would call it "creative". i call it "maybe".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i am light hearted, literally. haha. i'm light hearted because my heart is light. you get? my close friends would. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i don't watch horror flix cos i get bad dreams and scare the fuck out of myself. don't wanna be doing that. lately, i don't even watch serious dramas. even if i do, i'm actually studying. it's kinda like how a priest is with a bible, and a student is with books. i love the soapy korean love dramas ocassionally. i'm a sucker for romance stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i have lived my first dream, to do a music video. i think we are getting pretty good at it too. haha. my other dream is to make a film. yes, it would be a love story. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i listen to every damn thing, but i prefer rock at heart. it makes me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that on my cloudy days, which i have more often that not, i listen to songs and sing out loud to make me feel better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i love shoes, the sneakers sort. especially chucks. if i were to wear a pair each day, it'll take me a month to wear them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm a size 9 on chucks. hint hint, my birthday is coming up. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i've got this thing with matching shoes and clothes, colour and design. it's not that i'm vain, i just need to feel comfortable with what i'm wearing, and i'm just build that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i love &lt;a href="http://www.huevisualab.com"&gt;HUE&lt;/a&gt;, and i love what i do. i spend 8/10 of my waking time doing it; and i wake all the time. i just hate the politics and ass kisses that goes with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i have the tendency to exaggerate and blow things bigger than what they are. it's not like i'm doing it conciously, or i intend to lie. and i talk loud and kan cheong, but it's just me. you'll get use to it after a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'd like to think i'm a pretty good designer and director.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i have very few close friends (and i hold them dearly), and i don't warm up easily, but i know a lot of people that doesn't really matter. don't figure this out too. i am what i am. it keeps me safe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i don't think i'm all that. that's why i push to do better. i just seem that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that most ppl think less of me on first impressions. they usually think i'm some angry young punk who can't do shit in life. i find it amusing. firstly, i'm not angry (anymore), and i've got lots of love. haha. some of my close friends can testify to that. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i never had love for animals, and i never really cared if the panda went extinct. we can always paint the grizzly white, and punch it in both eyes to get the black rings. i once kicked a cat into the drain cos it irritated me. don't get me wrong, i don't hate them, i just got no love for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i had a lapdance once in australia. woo-hoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that i'm NOT gay!! or soft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there you go. go fish! the point is... there's no point la. exactly what i'm saying. does it matter? no lor. so let's just try to get along and keep our opinions to ourselves. quote unquote lord of war," people should not go to war, especially with themselves." but he said it in a different context la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1163782355473357568?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1163782355473357568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1163782355473357568&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1163782355473357568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1163782355473357568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-you-know.html' title='did you know'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlQwhxnngMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1GB4LPgrSwE/s72-c/joey_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5445645369103416370</id><published>2007-05-21T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T04:08:09.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the love diagram</title><content type='html'>i was blog hopping and i found this little diagram. yes, of course i stole it down and made it mine. too bad, shit happens. anyways, thats not the point. i stole it cos i think its something i wanna be posting up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066966931788497074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlF7lBnngLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4UhARaDz6AA/s320/n784630432_299928_7367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i've been both ways before. horizontally as well as the vertical way. i reckon i like the horizontal way better, physical attraction. so much less stress. i'd rather be fucking her than she fucking my head! had that before, ain't gonna have it again. but of course if you have a linear balance of both would be much preferred and ideal. i'd certainly would love to have that opportunity. knowing joey has got shits for luck, i doubt i will. then again, everything must pass tru the zone of &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;. fed up wan lor. &lt;strong&gt;ouch&lt;/strong&gt;! tru all that pain, i'm surely gonna spank you and ride you like a pony, honey! yamateh yamateh! tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, recently, Julian recently asked me if i was an ass man, or a tit man, or a face man. im like er, think think. i replied, "&lt;strong&gt;i am an ass-tit-face man!&lt;/strong&gt;". doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, mum, don't be reading this k. i was just kidding. of course i'm not riding anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5445645369103416370?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5445645369103416370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5445645369103416370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5445645369103416370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5445645369103416370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-diagram.html' title='the love diagram'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RlF7lBnngLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4UhARaDz6AA/s72-c/n784630432_299928_7367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4679588297479972374</id><published>2007-05-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:05:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>censorship</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;FUCK!&lt;/strike&gt; i think my mum reads my &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; blog! out of the blue, she called me recently to ask if i'm alright and if everything was ok. "why are you so angry son?". i'm like er... like what the &lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt;? no la, its not me, mummy, it's dee. i guess i'll be putting on the &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; board of censorship from now on. &lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt; la. how ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4679588297479972374?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4679588297479972374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4679588297479972374&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4679588297479972374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4679588297479972374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/censorship.html' title='censorship'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1039524852498994420</id><published>2007-05-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:00:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm so done with you!&lt;/span&gt; just because im on a lighter side these days doesn't mean i fucking turn soft! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't &lt;/strong&gt;take me for a fool&lt;/span&gt;, you fuckhead! im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; someone you take lightly and walk over! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not today, not tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; at least for now, i'm just bitching on my blog! you're just a waste of my time! enough of hearing about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your shit&lt;/span&gt;. you got something to say, say it to my face! you don't really wanna piss me off k.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; im not as educated&lt;/span&gt; as the rest of them to try making sense and reason. eh fucker, when i come in, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i promise you i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; fucking kill&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;/span&gt; this is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; smack talk&lt;/span&gt;! bitch some more behind my back la, serious! i'll give you something to bitch about! leave me the fuck alone man, because you'll be praying that you did!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; fuck you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, puas! umm... woo zaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1039524852498994420?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1039524852498994420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1039524852498994420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1039524852498994420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1039524852498994420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/done-with-you.html' title='done with you'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8212763511245303535</id><published>2007-05-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:46:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colour me fancy</title><content type='html'>i've outdone myself again. converse was having some value buy thingy going on, so i thought i'd buy a pair of chucks for 60 bucks and design it myself. did it inpromptu cos i was too lazy to sketch it first on paper. nice eh? look at me so rajin. wah, it's been a while since i did any primitive artform. my neck cramp like fuck. got me pissed after a while cos the process was taking too long. haha. what ya think? i think it's all worth it. wah, me likey. now, the only problem is, i've got no more space to put it on the racks, and i don't mean those at HOOTERS! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064096936664607474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdJVUoJqvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NdUbkpQiHZU/s200/shoe01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064094432698673810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdHDkoJqpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7rKo1AR2AuM/s200/shoe02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064094591612463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdHM0oJqqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XBuOB_geTXI/s200/shoe03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064096623131994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdJDEoJquI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iOzHYXbY8-E/s200/shoe04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064095489260628674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdIBEoJqsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GvUl4UsCEj8/s200/shoe06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064095819973110482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdIUUoJqtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Gno3pL1hVL0/s200/shoe05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;now, ain't that a lovely pair of shoes? haha. now, who wants to buy? i'm putting it up for auction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8212763511245303535?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8212763511245303535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8212763511245303535&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8212763511245303535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8212763511245303535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/blue-shoes.html' title='colour me fancy'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkdJVUoJqvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NdUbkpQiHZU/s72-c/shoe01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6938287474816961165</id><published>2007-05-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:36:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooters</title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to post this up for quite a while now, but ever since i got back, i've been so caught up with work. when i was at Santa Monica, i took a stroll down 3rd st promenade. the beach was beautiful. gave me such peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063701271392397874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXhekoJqjI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxrdtFtRoAM/s200/beach01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this beach goes all the way to malibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063701400241416770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXhmEoJqkI/AAAAAAAAADk/d6ozGBFSAww/s200/beach02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beachfront property. what a view!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, that was not the only thing that was beautiful. after walking for half a day and just chilling at the beach side, i was hungry and decided to eat at HOOTERS! whoo, what a view as well! and it gave me such peace too. haha. i thought i have died and gone to heaven. boy, was that the longest dinner i ever had! haha. i can't even fucking remember what i ordered. yes yes, i am shallow. dun bluff you would be too lor. my name is er-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063702138975791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXiREoJqlI/AAAAAAAAADs/D2M_GKJY4O0/s200/hooters01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoo-hoo. hooters!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063702297889581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXiaUoJqmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BDFqXsWEhRE/s200/hooters02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i couldn't really bring myself to smile in this picture cos one of their hand is on my ass, and the girl on the left is leaning her right breast on my back. er, very warm la. i wish we were shooting a video not a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063707782562818674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXnZkoJqnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Cu2jLLDYlQk/s200/receipt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;before i left, leah, the girl who served me, took the receipt from me, scribbled some stuff and winked. i'm not sure if the heart meant something or it just meant for me to pay up and fuck off. haha. but then again, i was looking around and she didn't scribble on other customer's receipt. shiok sendiri. let's just assume the heart meant something la. haha, and she scribbled me foxxy. grr-grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6938287474816961165?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6938287474816961165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6938287474816961165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6938287474816961165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6938287474816961165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/hooters.html' title='hooters'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RkXhekoJqjI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxrdtFtRoAM/s72-c/beach01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4416881183297920522</id><published>2007-05-08T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:52:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Horse And The Cherry Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm sure some of you have heard of &lt;a href="http://www.kttunstall.com/"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/a&gt;. i personally think she's a great musician and performer. this video proves me right. I'd like to see you try this lor. now, this is something WORTH watching! I think this performance is fucking awesome. If this isn't a great performance, then i really don't know what is. certainly a two thumbs up performance! fooyoh, restep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIO2qpSsUTA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIO2qpSsUTA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4416881183297920522?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4416881183297920522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4416881183297920522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4416881183297920522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4416881183297920522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-horse-and-cherry-tree.html' title='Black Horse And The Cherry Tree'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-8404258305387484538</id><published>2007-05-04T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:33:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060547412482435618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjqtD0oJqiI/AAAAAAAAADU/6HnXQ4gE0x8/s200/03-05-07_2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fuck, i've done it again. correction. 4 fucking pairs of shoes. i really can't help it. it was calling out to me. JOEY JOEY... who me? yes you papi! well, i just thank God i don't have a fetish for designer labels. Gucci, Prada. lead me not into temptation, for i will surely go there myself. now, i REALLY have a problem fitting all 7 pairs into a bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-8404258305387484538?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/8404258305387484538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=8404258305387484538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8404258305387484538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/8404258305387484538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-it.html' title='damn it!'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjqtD0oJqiI/AAAAAAAAADU/6HnXQ4gE0x8/s72-c/03-05-07_2022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5853049925997626088</id><published>2007-05-02T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:54:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i use to pray for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a focus&lt;br /&gt;knowledge&lt;br /&gt;being recognized&lt;br /&gt;the world to piss off&lt;br /&gt;my mum to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;more girls&lt;br /&gt;people to know me&lt;br /&gt;just another pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;time to pass&lt;br /&gt;a chance to travel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm praying for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping focus&lt;br /&gt;wisdom&lt;br /&gt;recognizing my own self&lt;br /&gt;world peace&lt;br /&gt;my mum to never leave me&lt;br /&gt;that one girl&lt;br /&gt;people to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;more shoes&lt;br /&gt;a little more time&lt;br /&gt;a chance to go home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5853049925997626088?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5853049925997626088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5853049925997626088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5853049925997626088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5853049925997626088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/05/prayers.html' title='prayers'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-6282868642681850022</id><published>2007-04-30T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:26:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footie loops</title><content type='html'>was bored out of my mind. couldn't just stay in on such a beautiful day. i don't think i'll be heading up to universal studios. i reckon i'll be spending about 450USD just to go there, so fuck that. however, i decided to do a little window shopping in Beverly Center. haha. so much for window shopping. i couldn't resist myself. and there it was, &lt;a href="http://www.footlocker.com/"&gt;foot locker&lt;/a&gt;! the price difference for sneakers ain't that much, but they had sales and im sure they don't have these models back home. its 39.90USD for the old ones, and its 49.90USD for the new season models. look what i bought. i've sinned but it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058988468203006466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjUjNUoJqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/cTEjarti1Bc/s200/29-04-07_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and ooh, check out the little cap i got as well. that's 19.90USD. i know, its quite expensive for a little cap, but hey it looks good, so fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058988566987254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjUjTEoJqhI/AAAAAAAAADM/I_-gfQo2r_Y/s200/29-04-07_1534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that's me trying on the cap. ooh lala. fuck yea, that feels good. ok ok. gotta remind myself that i've shopped enough. besides, i don't know how im gonna carry all those sneakers home, cos i brought 3 pairs here as well. that's a lot of shoes to fit in one bag!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know, i keep getting ppl calling me chinito. like what the fuck? i finally got myself into a situation with that shit while i was in this restaurant and the waiter came over. "hey chinito, ready to order?" so i replied with a smirk, " yes papi." then he gave me the tension look. "did you just call me papi?". im like ,"yea, why? something wrong?" he smiled cynically. i was dumbfounded. then he said, "you cool for a chinito man, you from around here?". "no, i'm from Malaysia." "Ma-what?" i quickly answered, "Singapore.". he was like,"oh cool." sheesh. typical. we are bigger than Singapore but nobody knows us. stupid papi! but i didn't say that of course. he looked like he could put me to sleep with one blow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-6282868642681850022?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/6282868642681850022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=6282868642681850022&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6282868642681850022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/6282868642681850022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/footie-loops.html' title='footie loops'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjUjNUoJqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/cTEjarti1Bc/s72-c/29-04-07_1518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4805701618606262149</id><published>2007-04-29T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T05:50:31.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Monica | the first day</title><content type='html'>i just got back to the motel after spending my first hectic day walking around Santa Monica. the flight was madness! almost drove me to insanity with the long 19 hours of sitting and doing nothing. i almost took the plane hostage. plus the stewardess were not much of a view. i think my mum could make it as a stewardess with what i saw on the plane. geesh. weather is great during the day, but the nights are really cold. i'll always head back towards the motel when it starts getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a few things i never quite get in this country. for one, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coins_of_the_United_States_dollar"&gt;currency&lt;/a&gt;. the coins are just so foncusing (fucking confusing). i need to think a while everytime i count the coins to pay. i think that's a dead giveaway that i'm not local. lol. you think?! to ease this unconvenience, i reckon 1, 5, 10, 20 and 50 cents can make up for any number easily without thinking everytime you pay. they've got weird ass names on the coin like a dime and a quarter. just fucking call it what it is la. 10 cents is 10 cents and 25 cents is 25 cents. what's with a quarter (25 cents) anyway? and they say they make life better and easier for everyone. like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures the moment i arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058705605951859138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjQh8koJqcI/AAAAAAAAACk/BjAtouMk7fE/s200/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this is what my room looks like. i'll be spending the next few days in this place. the motel looks exactly like the one in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/My_Name_Is_Earl/"&gt;my name is Earl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. they've got a so called pool which looks like its infested with, er, i dunno, i can't see the bottom. haha. some scary shit going on in there man. fuck yea. it's no Shangri-La but hell, i reckon beggars can't be choosers. at least they have free wifi, and thats a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058712293215939026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjQoB0oJqdI/AAAAAAAAACs/RqyzwrgjUyg/s200/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is what it looks like right across the street. apparently its the Los Angeles Temple. but i really don't know it's the temple of what. got me scratching for hours, and i still can't get it figured. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058712533734107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjQoP0oJqeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VQNk2Mi_otM/s200/price.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the prices of petrol around here. thank God i live in Malaysia. summore here the distance between each point is so far from another. madness. couldn't be bothered to rent a car. plus its LHD (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Driving_on_the_left_or_right"&gt;left hand drive&lt;/a&gt;) here. everytime i get on a cab, it feels odd, and i keep thinking he is driving on the wrong side of the road. can't coordinate myself with the LHD shit. LSD i know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058712615338486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjQoUkoJqfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0TRZbAkP1TQ/s200/nowork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i thought this picture was a classic. and they call the blacks jobless. er, i don't think so. the moment i snapped this, he turned to look, because i was relatively near to take that shot. and then he shouted at me," what are you looking at?". i replied," me no speak English!", and i ran off like a headless chicken. remind me not to be an idiot again. will update somemore soon. till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4805701618606262149?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4805701618606262149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4805701618606262149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4805701618606262149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4805701618606262149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/santa-monica-first-day.html' title='Santa Monica | the first day'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RjQh8koJqcI/AAAAAAAAACk/BjAtouMk7fE/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1530820707407927784</id><published>2007-04-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:10:55.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying off</title><content type='html'>will be leaving to LA on friday morning. i think its about 16C in the day and 11C at night in LA. i hate flying long hours, and i hate the cold. 19 hours of flight. siao. i can read a fucking library on that flight. i'll go crazy on the plane man. no wonder there are so much flight terrorism these days. i would too with that amount of hours doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn kan cheong. haven't settled quite a bit of stuff yet. logistics and itinerary are still in much of a mess. why always last minute? i guess its just part of being Malaysian to procrastinate. i bought this huge luggage bag cos i was afraid my current one isn't big enough. haha. with this new one, i can actually fit into it quite comfortably. haha. no joke. check out the relativity of size against the powerpoint. it feels like a fucking refridgerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057351200899967410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Ri9SH0oJqbI/AAAAAAAAACY/2t-y0MpzPDo/s200/bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hopefully we can secure some potential business when i get back. wish me luck, i'll need all the luck i can get my hands on. i just pray no one springs a gun on this poor chinese boy. i've decided to act spastic if someone ever does. "hey you, esei! come ere puto!". "wh-wh-who, m-m-me?". "m-m-me no sp-sp-speak ing-ing-land." and as he walks towards me, i'll try walking spastically faster away and pray in my heart he doesnt do anything stupid. it ain't funny k. i've seen enough TV to know. ta ta ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1530820707407927784?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1530820707407927784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1530820707407927784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1530820707407927784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1530820707407927784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/flying-off_25.html' title='flying off'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Ri9SH0oJqbI/AAAAAAAAACY/2t-y0MpzPDo/s72-c/bad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-3739047867833450317</id><published>2007-04-24T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:44:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning coffee pt II</title><content type='html'>great, dee finally decided to get my Nescafe 3 in 1 coffee edi. I finally have coffee in my life back again. i don't have to drink preserved powdered piss anymore! but you know whats even better, this time round i can't fucking drink anything in the fucking office! she forgot to fucking order the water barrel refills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally have coffee, i have no fucking water. thats just fucking great! i think if i salivate enough, i can make enough saliva to fill a cup and fill it with Nescafe. either that or piss would be better because then, i don't have to heat it up, it's already warm. haha. but then again, my coffee, again, will taste like piss. sigh. im in such a predicament. this is torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-3739047867833450317?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/3739047867833450317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=3739047867833450317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3739047867833450317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/3739047867833450317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/morning-coffee-pt-ii.html' title='morning coffee pt II'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4518054760101544026</id><published>2007-04-24T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:34:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing the piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;meet Rachel. she's young and she can play the fucking piano like there's no tomorrow. she makes Richard Clayderman wears panties. dang, she makes me wear panties too. i stumbled upon this while i was free surfing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reminded me of the time when i was learning the piano as a kid. i remembered how my piano teacher knocked my fingers with a huge ass steel ruler when i hit a wrong note or slowed down, and i'd cried my balls off terrified of playing. bully me ah bitch! i wanna see you do that now bitch! if Rachel can smile and play like that, i doubt she kena the steel ruler yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chipet. shy oni this Rachel make me feel. i was busy playing 'doctor doctor' with my neighbour girlfriend when i was her age. haha. and it always has to be a chinese kid prodigy. why ah? haha. she is doing an inpromptu k. enjoy. as for me, i really wanna wipe that smile off her face. make me jealous oni. eesh. got so keng or not. must be visual effects la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pt_PYw0R_i8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pt_PYw0R_i8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Impromptu in C sharp minor Op.28 No.3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4518054760101544026?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4518054760101544026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4518054760101544026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4518054760101544026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4518054760101544026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-piano.html' title='playing the piano'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4698656683485494475</id><published>2007-04-23T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:16:40.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning coffee</title><content type='html'>you know the Nescafe 3 in 1 coffee sachets? thats my favourite. must have that to start my morning. we recently ran out of the red Nescafe ones in the office. i had no choice but to drink dee dee's other stupid choice, 'Aik Cheong'. blegh, taste like caffeinated piss! you bought ready to drink coffee or dried up piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, honestly, what were they thinking when they name the brand? let's name it after the boss because all of us wanna suck up to him, and we are gonna mass market Aik Cheong to countries like Germany, Turkey and Finland. with a name like that it's gonna be a sell out there! i may be wrong for all i know, but it still taste like piss to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn smart that woman. dowan to replenish the coffee in our coffee bin. wa lau, you try drinking it la dee. i dont see you drinking it, chipets. told her edi, dun buy brands that starts off with a local dude's name like Aik Cheong or Ali Cafe. i really dun give 2 fucks lor if its ah meng or ah seng, ali or ahmad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it could have been worse. thank God she didnt pick out brands like Raju Cafe or whatever (no offense, my indian friends). if not, i'll be having 4 in 1. the coffee, the creamer, the sugar, the curry powder! cant we just be normal like everyone else and stick to steroetypical brands that work? no Aik Cheong's Cafe, Ali's Cafe or Raju's Cafe, just Nes's Cafe. pls la! i'm dying here wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056395639668419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RivtC1pFLII/AAAAAAAAACA/d3fsQFygZ70/s200/FB571003HG881_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what everyone drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056397276050959506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RivuiFpFLJI/AAAAAAAAACI/dKfwENyDKeQ/s200/another.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is what i have to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4698656683485494475?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4698656683485494475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4698656683485494475&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4698656683485494475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4698656683485494475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/morning-coffee.html' title='morning coffee'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RivtC1pFLII/AAAAAAAAACA/d3fsQFygZ70/s72-c/FB571003HG881_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-5978392525768810434</id><published>2007-04-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:48:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearty party baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;met up with some close friends at velvet underground recently. they happen to bring along other friends of mine which i haven't seen in ages. i was just thrilled to see kaixin, the little miss muffet, again. this strawberry shortcake is just fun to be around with. sad angela couldn't make it, but i caught up with her too recently right after that nite. this one oso another crazy woman. haha. we decided to catch up during working hours, so i thought we were gonna catch lunch. suddenly, she started ordering a mug and another and another and another. feels like a fucking battery; lagi, dan lagi, dan lagi. it's such a sin to drink on a work day, what more during the daytime. sheesh. siao. and she was like fuck it, just drink. i'm like ok. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, lets go back to the nite in velvet. it was a blast im telling you! i feel like the little penguin in happy feet that nite. haha. i dun know where all that energy came from. maybe it was just great vibes. maybe it was everyone who was there. i was literally prancing around like a fucking antelope. it was a good nite out. we should do it again ya. lol. we cam whored the early part of the nite before my legs have life on its own. these are a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055949688919108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipXdFpFLFI/AAAAAAAAABo/SgWdF60EwvA/s200/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this was the reason why there was a party in the first place. they recently found each other after more than a decade. i think they've came a long way since masak-masak, but they both are still cooking something hot if you ask me. haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055950032516492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipXxFpFLGI/AAAAAAAAABw/9RHf-LLLyFc/s200/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then, this is me tumpanging glamour with 3 beautiful women. notice the distance between me and them. haha. that's because i'm tumpanging la.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055950152775576690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipX4FpFLHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/IQVd0sV25uo/s200/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;now, this is kaixin, the feisty strawberry shortcake. to take this short, i mean shot, she was actually standing on a platform, and still i have to bend my knees. haha. after so long, felt like she didnt do much growing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055949534300286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipXUFpFLEI/AAAAAAAAABg/wYV2JmNXczc/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but it was obvious she has grown well and happier now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055948847105518626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipWsFpFLCI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AUf3pyjdIqE/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, as for me, it is also obvious that i am happier too. you would be too if you'd knew them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055949422631136306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipXNlpFLDI/AAAAAAAAABY/GqZl69YfUbY/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and this is just the greatest of all reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;june, if you are reading this, i just wanna congratulate you again, and it was certainly nice to see you again. i hope you had a great time that nite just like i did. miss muffet and angela, lets catch up again k. hugs. like angela said, happyhours soon. sorry this post took a while, thats because i was waiting for the pictures from everyone else. haha. sheesh, what a great blogger i am. blogger without a fucking camera. its like going out without wearing your underwear. haha. gotta get myself one of those babies. next time round, my hands will have life on its own too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-5978392525768810434?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/5978392525768810434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=5978392525768810434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5978392525768810434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/5978392525768810434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/hearty-party-baby.html' title='hearty party baby'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RipXdFpFLFI/AAAAAAAAABo/SgWdF60EwvA/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1061514434329543202</id><published>2007-04-20T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:23:32.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my NEW blog</title><content type='html'>welcome welcome!! ah, this feels a whole lot better! welcome to my new blogspot! the all new artsie fucksie. friendster blog suck big time lor. cannot fucking take it anymore. i cant load anymore pictures because it keeps telling me my account full edi. nemind, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i so rajin, i even import my last few posts from the other side so you can follow tru. designed my banner as well because now can put. nice or not my colour scheme? im so proud of myself lor. i likes. im gonna even import the comments as well later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since friendster so nice to me, i've decided to write a song just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i use to love blogging on friendster,&lt;br /&gt;cos the mother fucker,&lt;br /&gt;told me how keng like terminator,&lt;br /&gt;padahal buaya me like alligator.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;keng leh. can design, can write song. pundeks friendster. anyways, this is the picture of the tattoo design we did that i was trying to upload to friendster all that fucking time. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Riie_VpFLBI/AAAAAAAAABI/FJnKsgk2Fk8/s1600-h/tattoooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055465392701778962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoi-chiong.html' title='my NEW blog'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/Riie_VpFLBI/AAAAAAAAABI/FJnKsgk2Fk8/s72-c/tattoooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1831828335598071665</id><published>2007-04-20T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:48:47.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>it's 4.30am. can't be bothered sleeping so im in the office catching up with my blog reading, while having my brain farting with work. since we are on this particular topic, i wanna highlight some really cool blogs and posts that i've recently came across.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoeaholicsdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;hushie's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog site never fail to make me smile on the worst of days. maybe i know her in person, so i can actually picture her 'speaking' in her posts. whatever it is, i personally recommend you read her previous post &lt;a href="http://shoeaholicsdiary.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-boredom-strikes.html"&gt;when boredom strikes&lt;/a&gt;. now thats a fucking classic. haha. i laffed so hard my nuts almost fell out, and you gotta picture her blunt facial expression. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elleashley.com/"&gt;elle's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this blog like i fucking brush my teeth every morning. er, come to think of it, i don't brush my teeth on some ocassions. haha. kidding. but, but, EVERYBODY reads elleashley.com. haha. true dat. she loves to blog about food and i love food, but the funny thing is that the both of us oso thin as hell. she blogs about other interesting events as well in her life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://20pixels.blogspot.com/"&gt;julian's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are interested in our creative world and everything to do with it, this is a site you gotta check out. btw, he is our art director in &lt;strong&gt;hue.visualab&lt;/strong&gt;. his  blog mainly documents his experiments with photography, retouching, and his dosage of creative work. there was post i thought was cool, titled &lt;a href="http://20pixels.blogspot.com/2007/03/shoots-from-shot.html"&gt;shoots from a shot&lt;/a&gt;. haha. we recently shot a corporate video and he documented it with a few pics. yes yes, thats me in the fucking wheel chair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feistyfizah.blogspot.com/"&gt;feistyfizah's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest doll who works with me in the office. she posts mainly about anything creative, like duh, thats what we eat shit sleep after all, and ocassionally about events in our office. she's hot and feisty but she's taken, haha, and she's really great at what she does. you'll be seeing some of her work in our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huevisualab.com/"&gt;hue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; website.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;on another random issue, dista and I recently worked on a tattoo artpiece for some chick. took a while to plan it, because it was actually a cover up for some fugly dragon tattoo on her back. plus she wanted an angel with widespread wings. we decided to do better and give her 4 widespread wings. when we finished, i just thought that it was totally awesome. tell you what, i'll certainly post up on our design process on that artpiece soon if you are interested in knowing more about it. right after vicky, my tattoo artist, finishes the piece on her back in 3 separate sessions. dista drew and painted this on and only photoshop. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anyways, there was a recent mention about &lt;strong&gt;hue&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://netdiver.net/#hue"&gt;netdiver.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's encouraging to know. i'll be leaving for L.A next week on business. see ya guys. i'd love the idea of taking pictures of my stay there, but i have 1 minor problem though. im travelling alone. if i'm gonna snap, nobody's gonna be in the picture, and if im gonna be in the picture, nobody's gonna snap. haha. what a fucking dilemma. you think i'll look stupid with a tripod in L.A shooting pics of myself? we'll see la. i reckon i don't have the time either. :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1831828335598071665?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1831828335598071665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1831828335598071665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1831828335598071665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1831828335598071665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-1527893009343055816</id><published>2007-04-20T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:06:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A close friend recently shared this with me, i think its just beautiful, that i feel the need to share with everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little bird flies in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;You look up and it shits into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind and you don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;You just thank God that cows don't fly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now thats positive thinking for you. LOL. i love this shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-1527893009343055816?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/1527893009343055816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=1527893009343055816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1527893009343055816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/1527893009343055816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/fly-by.html' title='fly by'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-7025344627357031291</id><published>2007-04-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:37:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RiiXk1pFLAI/AAAAAAAAABA/K44Nda0hFUo/s1600-h/zackarykum_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RiiXk1pFLAI/AAAAAAAAABA/K44Nda0hFUo/s200/zackarykum_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055457240853851138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whoa, i just got back from singapore. went to see my cousin's new born baby, Zachary. the journey to singapore was fucking tiring but it was all worth it to see the happy baby. it was his 3rd day in the great big world. oh my gosh was he beautiful. the mother, my cousin was just bursting with joy, as everyone else in the family. too bad the boys in the family couldn't make it; my brother and her brother.   &lt;p&gt;cant help but to wonder what his life is gonna be as it unfolds. just feel the need to impart a little of me into him. im gonna start planning his tattoos for him. haha. nah, kidding. what i'm gonna really do is to teach him to be true to himself, to be sincere with himself and everyone around him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i'll leave everything else to his parents. after all, i just think his parents are the greatest candidates for parenting. he is so blessed to be a part of them lor. just imagine his mum and his grandma, my auntie, has got enough clothes to toys to last him a couple of years. i don't even have that much clothes man. siao. i told his grandma, you might as well get him his school uniform and a school bag man. why la so kan cheong. lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i just pray he doesn't give his mum as much headaches along the way as i did to mine. haha. he has his parents to love and guide him the decent walk of life, and as for the tough bit, he's got his other uncles, my other cousin brother, my brother and I. haha. quote unquote all programming books, HELLO WORLD. haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;my dear Zachary, i pray you'll have a wonderful experience growing up, take it well, the good as well as the bad, the tears and the joy. the world is gonna be cold, and if anything at all, your uncle is here for you anytime baby. welcome to the great big world my dear. sleep for now and dream a wonderful dream, knowing that we all love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-7025344627357031291?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/7025344627357031291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=7025344627357031291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7025344627357031291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/7025344627357031291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-boy.html' title='it&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UEpXpiRz75k/RiiXk1pFLAI/AAAAAAAAABA/K44Nda0hFUo/s72-c/zackarykum_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355594.post-4685587431324144901</id><published>2007-04-20T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:29:25.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone out there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;i've been thinking lately. yes, yes, once in a while i actually do that.:P thinking about the possibilities of being in love, as well as the impossibilities. i mean, don't get me wrong, i'm not desperate. im good and complete right now. i know my worth, and i certainly know what im not. but lately, i can't help but realize that i seem to be blooming a little later than everyone else. it's not that it bothers me, but i'm still here, watching everyone around me as they put on wedding bands, to putting on diapers for their new born.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;just last weekend, i was with some ol mates from school for dinner and a cup of coffee. being amongst them made me envious. i know, and they keep telling me the grass is greener, but hey, at least you chose to cross over when given the chance, whilst im just dying for that chance to even hop by. i just miss missing someone. miss the heartaches. someone that's worth all that ache.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;been dying for an opportunity to make it work with someone, and not like the fucked up so-called relationships i've been having for the last decade or so. im really starting to wonder if i'll ever. i have never argued in a relationship for the past few years. half the time i don't even bother explaining myself. it has been a while since i actually got into an arguement worth arguing with someone about. i am not feeling solitary, and yet, i feel this need to share. im sure some of you out there share my predicament.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;maybe i'm finally growing up, cos it certainly ain't about the sex anymore. boy, have i had enough. not that i'm complaining about having more than my fair share of sexual experiences but what i'm saying is that it just ain't enough anymore. frankly, im just dying for good honest conversation, emotional support, and a good nite's hug. yes yes, joey has been officially sissified. lol. don't blame me man, you will too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;recently watched &lt;strong&gt;the holiday&lt;/strong&gt; on DVD. light and sweet. if only life has a beautiful warm ending like the movies eh. i wish. oh well, like pear said, just let it be, and it will come. i guess. :P keeping my fingers crossed. i'll just listen to pear. and so i'll wait... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355594-4685587431324144901?l=artsiefucksie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/feeds/4685587431324144901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355594&amp;postID=4685587431324144901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4685587431324144901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355594/posts/default/4685587431324144901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artsiefucksie.blogspot.com/2007/04/anyone-out-there.html' title='anyone out there?'/><author><name>joey.khor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07009800241996060831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
