<?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-8259668</id><updated>2011-08-02T00:18:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iE.S Post-Humus</title><subtitle type='html'>New Chapter. Same damn template.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8690351836890498155</id><published>2009-07-20T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:48:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Final words on Blogger</title><content type='html'>Alright, before I move over to wordpress, I'll need to make a few important administrative announcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For my friends who have been worried about my emotional messed up state (aka Oochi Hiroyuki), it was all just a smokescreen for professional reasons. I have been single all the while, and very happy so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Using my birthday and the affirmation of my faith as a convenient excuse, I am moving over to wordpress : www.godzillapresseson.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To those who have already heard. Yes it is true. I have decided to re-run for CI club next year for the post of Vice-President and with Lizzy as President. We are not alone. Zed and Terence will be running with us too, as publication secretary and honourary general secretary respectively. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8690351836890498155?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8690351836890498155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8690351836890498155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-final-words-on-blogger.html' title='A Few Final words on Blogger'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7174248854590708279</id><published>2009-07-20T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:52:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Blogger.</title><content type='html'>We have had a lovely relationship for the past few years,&lt;br /&gt;but its time to move on. ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once asked me, when would I know that I should move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the wind blows, I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Winds of change are the rustlings among the grass,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to start running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7174248854590708279?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7174248854590708279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7174248854590708279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-blogger.html' title='Goodbye Blogger.'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7104867953116173595</id><published>2009-07-20T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:25:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it only me or is blogger now forcing me to blog in html quotes? &lt;space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that I am unable to upload anymore photos as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7104867953116173595?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7104867953116173595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7104867953116173595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-only-me-or-is-blogger-now-forcing.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2303694780849344813</id><published>2009-07-18T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:58:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for emoness</title><content type='html'>I interupt my melanchonly to say something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, we have been through so much shit. One year plus of blood, sweat, shit and tears. Through every adversity, my respect for you grew amd grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is coming to our school. Now, more than ever, I need you WITH me. In you Wee trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2303694780849344813?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2303694780849344813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2303694780849344813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-time-for-emoness.html' title='No time for emoness'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5405389844380833756</id><published>2009-07-18T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:38:57.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mello, not in anger or in spite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2Qp5evVqkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2Qp5evVqkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the 'rules' of fine Japanese dining is the strict heirachy and order in which the food is consumed. For example, fresh sushi, nigiri and sashimi is always served first before the cooked food is presented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Among the fresh seafood platter, sea urchin (uni) is always always served as the finale fresh dish. This is because of its overwhelming taste that will make all other sashimi feel bland.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;theydon'tknowhowlongittakeswaitingforalovelikethiseverytimewesaygoodbyeiwishwe&lt;br /&gt;hadonemorekissIllwaitforyouipromiseyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The problem comes when the chef of life passes you the uni first. The banquet is still here, but everything becomes tasteless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5405389844380833756?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5405389844380833756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5405389844380833756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/mello-not-in-anger-or-in-spite.html' title='Mello, not in anger or in spite'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-281562072548288001</id><published>2009-07-17T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:11:33.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity at 2am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs170.snc1/6373_137249487288_629357288_3152809_6106448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs170.snc1/6373_137249487288_629357288_3152809_6106448_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Birthday present any man could ask for on his 22nd Birthday is Faith and Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of excuses not to live my life correctly. But the greatest part is that I know that I am not running this race alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-281562072548288001?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/281562072548288001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/281562072548288001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/insanity-at-2am.html' title='Insanity at 2am'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-615809706364657954</id><published>2009-07-14T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:33:56.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You give and take away</title><content type='html'>2 of my colleagues passed away one this morning in a motorcycle accident to work, the other yesterday with a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not that close to them, I am still a bit shaken.&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile. I need to stop living like I am going to be alive tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-615809706364657954?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/615809706364657954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/615809706364657954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-give-and-take-away.html' title='You give and take away'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-9138168317799727183</id><published>2009-07-13T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:52:13.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SlqdJyjbINI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mZ77M4VQxJQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357767498225361106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SlqdJyjbINI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mZ77M4VQxJQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The morning Sentosa Sky @ Seniors' Camp as the seniors were preparing to try out the beach games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is over.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to find the words to describe the emotions that is overwhelming us right now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the standard blog post would be one which states how much I Love my OG Bocelli and how they rocked everyone's socks.... This would be a safe bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bocelli. You guys are beyond words. Bocelli Awesome! In my many years of holding school/ army/ zoo camps. I have never met a batch so amazing that I am so dumbfounded. Just to let you know, most of the OGLs have actually approached me to tell me how much they respect you guys. &lt;strong&gt;Bocelli= awesome&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am writing to all freshies. Not just my beloved Bocelli;&lt;br /&gt;Freshies, you have done something that has never been achieved in our school history. You have played 5 full days of FOC in the name of frienship, sportmanship and fun. In previous batches, there were so much rivalry and competition between various OGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the top OG scored, there would be jeers. Rough and foul play would not be unusual. But Freshies, you have proved history wrong. Never in my life have your seniors seen such FANTASTIC sportmanship between OGs. When one rival OG member fell over, the other OG would pick them up. When one OG won, the other would cheer along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys have any idea how hard was it NOT to smile and keep up my frown when I saw how awesome everyone was??! Something is stirring. Something big is coming up in Wee Kim Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Freni&lt;/strong&gt;: The lifeblood of the most powerful OG continues through your veins. Preserve it well younglings for the real challenge of school life will test your bonds for friendship. Although you were the killer OG in our batch, you did the pwning with so much grace and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Scotto:&lt;/strong&gt; You were indeed the Darkhorse of this FOC. Silently watching at first but growing steadily in power and friendship. It was fun 'messing' with your OG but at the end of the day, i like your retardedness as much as I like your dearest Caleb's laughing disorder (which is alot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Pavar:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, the 'brother' OG of Celli. I must admit that when we first began, I felt extremely irritated by you. Especially by Osman and Ahmad. But very soon, your warmth and kokness got thru to me. Our celli-pavar talk kok sessions has been most enjoyable :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Fellow OGLs&lt;/strong&gt;: We did it. We achieved what we aimed to do. Lide, Tze, Caleb, Xinyi, &lt;strike&gt;Faggy &lt;/strike&gt;Zhiyuan, Aini... and KAI. I am so proud to have comrades like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Celli AGLS/ Seniors:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sufi: You rock. To my Linguine and CI bro, I owe you another one. Without you, Bocelli would be super uptight and nervous. I am glad that you have passed on the art of chillax and score to the new generation. May they use it well in their studies. but bro, I love you man.&lt;br /&gt;To Grace: Miso Pretty of Bocelli. Thanks for picking up so many loose ends when Kai and I were too busy. I really don't know how to thank you. Maybe I'll buy more redbull when exam comes again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chark-lene, the love of my life... You are so cool. Thanks for taking charge and helping Kai bond our OG together. I owe you so much. If you need help in 206, just call my name, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;To TTP... to all the times you told me tt I am not high enough. Thanks Boss. I hate PDA but you are really an amazing boss to me and to whole of CS. I really hope your successor can fill up the big shoes you are leaving behind.&lt;br /&gt;To Marcus: You are 1337 super senior. FOC wouldnt be foc without you. Behind your cute bubbly face, you have endless years of wisdom to bestow upon us. It is an honour to have you in my OG for 2 years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;To Xiong Ge: Xiong Ge. You have no idea how inspiring you are. Many of the EBM-ers in our batch are awed by your spirit. Your guidance over ASFV and FOC is really moving and we really hope to grow up into a senior like you.&lt;br /&gt;To Zak: =D Shi-Xiong's 'other half'. Your camera, smile and jokes really added a new dimension to Bocelli. I was really impressed by your touch rugby coaching and I am still being impressed by the way you live. Both SX and you will forever be remembered as the coolest seniors in WKW.&lt;br /&gt;To Eunice: Thanks for lugging that heavy natgeog camera bag around 24/7 and capturing all our most treasured moments. :) You really are part of Bocelli too!&lt;br /&gt;To Audrey: You nuah shit! hahahah Thanks so much for going past your nuabarrier to help out in everything!! I guess I'll disturb you as neighbour for another year, so theres no need to thank you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ASFV production team&lt;/strong&gt;: Wei Liang, Lide, Lizzy, through working with you, my faith in the Lord has grown so much stronger. I learnt what it means to survive on faith and friendship. All 3 of you have really earned my utmost respect. I am eternally grateful to the Lord that he has given me brothers and sisters like you. It is such a pity that it took me almost a year to cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the cast and crew; Evadne, Jeslynn, Hendric, Ash, Jeremy, Kaijie, Junqi, anyone else. thank you so much. I've really gotten to know everyone so much better over this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Hungry Cat Rescue Team:&lt;/strong&gt; wow. we did it. Everyone ... you were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Capybara:&lt;/strong&gt; I highly doubt you are reading this. But if you are... its been almost a year now since we parted ways. but thank you for you support nonetheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Lizzy:&lt;/strong&gt; *sniff sniff* Its been a wonderful 3 weeks... but I guess we just weren't meant to be =D JASON!! if you are reading this... you are an extremely lucky guy!! Hold on to Lizzy and never let go. Not all of us can be lucky twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Kai:&lt;/strong&gt; Kai... I don't know where to begin. Thanks for being there in my troubled times, thanks for being there when I couldn't be there. Thanks for being the most caring, dedicated and beautiful OGL partner anyone could ask for. Thank you Kai for everything!!! Bocelli wouldnt have been possible without you and I will be forever thankful that I worked with someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;FOC is over and I already miss you. Pls come back soon from China. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all Freshies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The torch has been passed. Your seniors are done with FOC and now it is up to YOU to make an FOC more mindblowing than the one you had.&lt;br /&gt;Something is different about you guys. In you, we see &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; in our school.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that WKWSCI can reach new heights. Hope that WKWSCI will resound within Singapore as the most united and awe-inspiring faculty. Hope that you will love one another and bring about the full potential of CS.&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, the academic year will be starting. Your ogls/agls/sa/programmers/ will be taking a step back and clearing the leadership positions. This empty seat is meant for YOU. Your turn to lead the school is coming very soon. Change is coming to our school. HOPE is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshies. In Trust we Hope.&lt;strong&gt; In You we Trust&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are Who are Who are We?&lt;br /&gt;We are, We are Wee Kim Wee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-9138168317799727183?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/9138168317799727183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/9138168317799727183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/wee-believe.html' title='Wee Believe'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SlqdJyjbINI/AAAAAAAAA2E/mZ77M4VQxJQ/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2535850718311101574</id><published>2009-07-13T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:31:52.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Slq4Mtq551I/AAAAAAAAA2U/4pQVnF5_CUw/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357797235268118354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Slq4Mtq551I/AAAAAAAAA2U/4pQVnF5_CUw/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field In Boston copyrightreservedpat&amp;amp;pedro2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Slq3xtJf6LI/AAAAAAAAA2M/66DpBAWUwX0/s1600-h/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357796771271534770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Slq3xtJf6LI/AAAAAAAAA2M/66DpBAWUwX0/s320/Boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Boston... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2535850718311101574?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2535850718311101574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2535850718311101574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Slq4Mtq551I/AAAAAAAAA2U/4pQVnF5_CUw/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4502042244119874897</id><published>2009-07-05T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:52:46.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillz</title><content type='html'>Bocelli Bojelly Brocolli Bocelli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Orientation is here. FOC is finally going to begin and this is it!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very very very long 9 months. 9 months of sweat, pain and tears but the time of delivery is finally here. Let's wish this big baby one smooth delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I am getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about my OG...&lt;br /&gt; I do hope that they are high cos we are going to kick some serious anteriors and butts. Mwahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on  a random note;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a Homonuclus, I think I would be Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey told me to chill during lunch today. Come to think of it, I've been a bit over the top recently... I guess in the same way how I'm pissed with her, she could be pissed with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bet with Audrey that she'll be late tomorrow for camp. haha,  seriously,  i practically won the bet already. Sometimes, I must really thank God for a gay-buddy like Audrey =) she really smacks reality back into my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I'll be seeing the girl in a few hours... :) I'm sorry again. I've brought Horton to appease the angry spirit of Lizzy. hahaha... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4502042244119874897?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4502042244119874897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4502042244119874897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/chillz.html' title='Chillz'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2651659389311245895</id><published>2009-07-04T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:05:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For One Chance</title><content type='html'>Freshmen Orientation Camp.&lt;br /&gt;wow. Within 36 hours, I will officially lose my title as a freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be able to hide under the shadows of inexperience.&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer be the 'youngest' ones around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great being a freshmen. I enjoyed every one bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost without being embarassed, crashing the wrong lectures, having my sleeping videos uploaded on the net, making horrendous academic mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Within 36 hours, I would have spend one official year in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun year in school. I highly doubt any of my juniors would be reading this, but if they were, I would really want them to know that FOC is really the first step into this unique varsity life.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many other faculties,  the students of this school is very tightly knitted. As communication is indeed the lifeblood of the school, people here are definitely alot more sociable than most others.&lt;br /&gt;Without FOC, I would not have had no much ease knowing the numerous cliques, groups and colours personalities around me. Personally, I am a drifter who is very happy floating alone around by myself, but FOC made me appreciate the wide array of course mates I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, this course is the most fun time in my academic life so far. Perhaps it is because the line between fun and work is not only blurred, but literally removed (well not always.. but mostly).&lt;br /&gt;for my soon-to-be juniors, I have always lived by a quote that guaranteed (to me) happiness in my past year;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Happiness is eternal, GPA is temporal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this doesn't mean that you don't need to study instead, just remember why you are studying what you are studying. Communications is a hands-on profession. You either write well or get rejected by the editor. You either film well or go broke. You either speak well or fumble around humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;GPA is a guage of how well you are able to read into your lecturers' expectations but it is by far not a guage of your future success. Happiness of success is often derived from the progressive realisation of your life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;What a pity it would be if you scored First Class Honours (you probably won't) just to realise that this paper is all that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never studied beyond what is relevant or fun to me and I've never beat myself up over bad grades. Life is so much  more than numbers and papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2651659389311245895?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2651659389311245895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2651659389311245895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-one-chance.html' title='For One Chance'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3193606342643060742</id><published>2009-07-04T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:19:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I awake? Hdn</title><content type='html'>pftt. its finally done. or is it? heck... I need to focus on my OG now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you weren't that alone afterall. Look, I don't mind you not being here with me. I don't. I don't mind you not spending every single day every single hour every single minute with me. But really, can't you at least TRY to allocate time out?&lt;br /&gt;it took me one year to get over my previous heart break and my commitment issues and but I find it unacceptable that you are the one pulling a smokescreen. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is it too much? if you can call him, is saying a simple hello to me not enough? pftfft. I bet you didnt expect me to be in the editing lab with him right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not doubting you or anything but seriously, what the hell. you call him first? I mean yeah... we're buddies and he's your OGL, but aren't I your bf? I thought you would at least give me a ring after that... but here I am, 6 bloody hours later and you have yet to call.&lt;br /&gt;You keep nudging me to pop the question and now you 'pop goes the weasel'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look dear... I'm not pissed. You know how I am a bit uncomfortable taking the lead at times... . I just wished that we communicate more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3193606342643060742?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3193606342643060742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3193606342643060742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-am-i-awake-hdn.html' title='Why am I awake? Hdn'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4975782448619697187</id><published>2009-07-01T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:03:46.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>I was on the bus today when I saw Entertainment Live speculating on Jackson's passing.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with Jacko. I listened to his music throughout Primary school and definitely prefered Michael to Michael Learns to Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he was a little odd, socially awkward and unusal. But now that he is dead, why can't you just leave him alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. I don't understand all those idolators. What's the big deal? He's a man, just like all of us. He made great music. Now he's passed on. What's the damn big deal. Thousands die of heart attack every single day, why must there be a conspiracy theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that humans in general like trivial stuff because they are able to gossip over it. Simple things like stars, idols, scandals and BGRs. These things may be totally impersonal and yet they can be easilly understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down... this is lame. I feel that a stereotypical label is being pasted on my back without my consent. pftt. But seriously, I got to focus, the big show is coming in just a few more days. I can't let these distractions bother me. But really, there really is no goddamn need to announce to whole world about affairs that doesn't bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and lost without deserving"&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4975782448619697187?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4975782448619697187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4975782448619697187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5288170478436892217</id><published>2009-07-01T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:57:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I'm not annoyed. I'm just really really tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only 5 days left to the big show and things are really snapping together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things would really be a lot easier if you didn't look so scary all the time. Just Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you at the lab later =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5288170478436892217?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5288170478436892217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5288170478436892217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/07/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7709803650846214026</id><published>2009-06-28T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:36:47.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Spoilers Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/thumb/8/8f/Starscream_and_Sam.jpg/800px-Starscream_and_Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/thumb/8/8f/Starscream_and_Sam.jpg/800px-Starscream_and_Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see 'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen' with her today. All I have to say is this:&lt;br /&gt;You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Geeks &amp;amp; noobs, fanboys &amp;amp; non-fans alike, this movie will rock your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, when a commercially sucessful movie decides to have a sequel, it will recieve an unfair and strongly biased (for and against) treatment based on what the audience expect from its predecessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, the movie will become crushed under the immense weight of expectations. Last year, The Dark Knight well exceeded the impossibly high benchmark that was set for it. Transformers is this year's dark knight.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [ironic since everyone says that Transformers will be good. but the bigger they are, the harder they fall (Thor, somedamnlongtimeago) and it has much to fall]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are hoping to find a critical analysis and review of the film, you won't find it here. Why? Because10 minutes into the film, I decided to switch off the logical lobes of my brain and just enjoy the palate of visual orgy presented to me. With the overflow of sensations running through each frame,I decided to stop taking mental photographs and just watch the damn robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely means something because not every film is capable of making its audience forget they are watching a film, much less something that doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I personally liked about this film is Michael's Bay decisiveness to embrace his work as a dick flick. If you want an intellectual reflection of life, a psychological and spiritual analogy of peace and wisdom, you won't find it here. This is a dick flick, ie a cohesive composition of explosions, pretty faces, giant robots fighting, more explosions, cleavage... all without the help of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, if you want an emo-intellectual flick, go the arthouse but if you do want to watch Transformers, do come prepared. Leave your brains in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I end this subjective first impression, I am really glad that the film explored two characters; Jetfire and Starscream. Both of them embodies different justifications and reactions toward conflict and violence. Without giving away spoilers, I have found new respect for Starscream and I feel that he is much more nobler than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie aside. It was a good evening. I enjoyed it very much too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7709803650846214026?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7709803650846214026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7709803650846214026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-spoilers-here.html' title='No Spoilers Here'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8938822544358333235</id><published>2009-06-26T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:20:50.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pictures.directnews.co.uk/liveimages/Night+at+the+Museum+Ben+Stiller_2262_19174527_0_0_7034095_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://pictures.directnews.co.uk/liveimages/Night+at+the+Museum+Ben+Stiller_2262_19174527_0_0_7034095_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you watched Night At the Museum (part 1)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that Ben Stiller meets Dexter the monkey in an African exhibit. Dexter continues to terrorise Ben Stiller throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait. Dexter is a brown-tufted capuchin monkey... which originates from South America....&lt;br /&gt;Major blunder this show made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8938822544358333235?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8938822544358333235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8938822544358333235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudden-revelation.html' title='Sudden Revelation'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1580534742680633142</id><published>2009-06-26T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:18:11.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strange Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/game_theory.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/game_theory.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;who cares if I have lost already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of XKCD.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1580534742680633142?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1580534742680633142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1580534742680633142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/game-of-love.html' title='A Strange Game?'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3403748464068497412</id><published>2009-06-25T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:26:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right back at you ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkLubEAeX_I/AAAAAAAAA18/1huV-VRBS4g/s1600-h/YESposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351101455969181682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkLubEAeX_I/AAAAAAAAA18/1huV-VRBS4g/s320/YESposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh well... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3403748464068497412?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3403748464068497412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3403748464068497412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-back-at-you.html' title='Right back at you ;)'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkLubEAeX_I/AAAAAAAAA18/1huV-VRBS4g/s72-c/YESposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3760456398885775435</id><published>2009-06-24T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:20:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth or/(of) Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkJApXKL8WI/AAAAAAAAA10/ZkXKzj9Tjws/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350910386605125986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkJApXKL8WI/AAAAAAAAA10/ZkXKzj9Tjws/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare I? You dared me. So here, I accept your dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all those missed calls. I'm sorry for all those late msn convos. I'm sorry for all the time that I'm too busy at the zoo. I'm sorry if i have given you mixed signals. I'm sorry if you have waited. I'm sorry for the excuses. I'm sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've decided. I want this to work, I really do. This is what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly of me. It took me one whole year to realise how much you mean to me. I guess the last week without you really knocked it into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if words can truly convey what I want to say. But Lizzy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: don't kill me for posting this photo. but YOU Dared me. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3760456398885775435?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3760456398885775435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3760456398885775435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-orof-dare.html' title='Truth or/(of) Dare'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SkJApXKL8WI/AAAAAAAAA10/ZkXKzj9Tjws/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6519999946168947663</id><published>2009-06-23T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:00:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>I buried my head in my hands as my dad stomped out of a korean restaurant on Sunday. What is this ? Your service queue is illogical? Why isn't the air-conditioner working? This doesn't make sense. I'm taking a second queue number to make sure they won't skip our number! As he walked out in anger, I went to comfort the shell-shocked waiter who has no idea what hit him. Being the son to my father made me an experienced peacemaker. Being diplomatic for my dad is like the lone Japanese janitor who clears up behind Godzilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is alot in life you can learn my old man, subtle hints and diplomacy is not one of them. It was during one these public analysis of incompetency that I swore to myself that I will not grow up to be my Dad. It was in Primary school and it is one the vows I still live by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I disrepect my Dad? No. in fact, my father is one of the most respectable person I know in my life. I am glad he named me Pedro, a variation of Peter. I want to be a rock like my Dad when I reach his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes (and in many others') , my dad is an accomplished man. He has worked in one company since he earned his First Class Honours back in HK. His life is a truly a success, if you define success as progressive realisations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I want to be my Dad? Maybe it because his values are absolute. Never disregard your work. When you work, you put in 100%.  If you work in the IT department, this means you know the codings backwards. If you work in a bakery, you know the exact ingredients composition in every bread. If you work in an aquarium, you know every fish species and requirements. If you work in the Zoo, you know your animals down to their latin names. My dad is a peaceful version of Rosharch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he sees unprofessionalism, he flares up.  Morals, ethics, values and professionalism are absolute. Blame not the manager, everyone should work with common sense and inititative. Sadly, most of the world doesn't share his romantic ideals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not find my dad the most amusing and entertaining father. His sense of humour has not been seen alive for 9 years, and it can be declared dead. If it get ressurrected. It can not only stop global warming, it will bring the wooly mammoths back into existence.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my time growing up, I always had trouble communicating with him and I prefered to talk with my sis and mom. This might explain my slightly feminine disposition. But really, the difference in frequencies is the main rift between father and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do respect my Dad as a man. I guess, in BGR, many of us try to emulate our parents' relationship. When it comes to love, My dad is a rock and he left some big footprints for us to fill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided that he liked my mom. He stayed with her all the way. Through the years, through the sweet times, through the tough times, through the arguments, through it all.  Never once, did he strayed.  One woman, one way. all the way. With his job, I am sure that women have crossed his path before, but he never strayed once.  His steadfast simplicity and dedication is something I will strive to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dedication is concrete. He may not be sharp enough to notice the anomalies in our goldfish, but when after he does, he will not leave a single fish behind. When one of our fish, tipsy, lost control of her swimming bladder 2 months ago, my dad did not abandon her. She costed $2.50. But in my dad's eyes, she was worth the life she is.  For two months, he stayed by her side, checking on her when he is back from work. Like the sheperd Jesus described who will run out looking for that 1 lost sheep among his hundred. My dad's dedication and accountability is admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, in my heart. My dad is the ideal husband and the best father I could ever ask for. He may not be funny, sassy or the slight bit interesting. But he taught me how to live like a man. He taught me not by words but by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the best Dad I know:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I will still not grow up to be you. But I will live up to the standards you have set for yourself. You will not be disappointed Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-6519999946168947663?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6519999946168947663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6519999946168947663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4775884136075675210</id><published>2009-06-19T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:45:52.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eI0MSN5W4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eI0MSN5W4A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;## Edit: I swear upon the loveofmylifecharlenelow that there has been no edits to this post at all ##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lazy response to shireenus' korean friends- (ps: It's an animal known as a Tarsier)&lt;br /&gt;Filming today was good. very tiring and uber messy. But shoots like these remind me why I want to be in EBM.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it as a limited path to a peanut-pay, I don't see it as an idealistic dream. I don't even see it as ambition. But it's going to be the most fulfilling years in my life before I become a working independent adult.&lt;br /&gt;To Angeline, Audrey, Carina, Sean, Terrence, Wee Koon, Sarah, Chang, KAISHI GOH, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;CHARELENE LOW&lt;/span&gt; and last but not least... my fellow OGL/Directing brother, Lide: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!... too bad lizzy wasn't around though..&lt;br /&gt;FOC is almost here. I cant hardly wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4775884136075675210?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4775884136075675210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4775884136075675210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/anime-eyes.html' title='Anime Eyes'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4291564238099771307</id><published>2009-06-13T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:01:52.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime: Origin of Culture</title><content type='html'>In response to a post by my dearest Shireen,&lt;br /&gt;" why do anime characters look caucasian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large round eyes, chiselled jaw lines, non-black hair. We all know that most anime characters don't look the least bit Asian, much less Japanese. But why on Earth is this so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon first glance, many might jump to the conclusion that Japanese are culturally insecure. They are not satisfied with themselves, as such they borrow features from all around to create their own dream utopia.&lt;br /&gt;Others even claim that anime is a reflection of today's society. A simple reflection of how today's youth go for dyed hair and artificial make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Hold your horses everyone. Before we jump the gun, we need to analyse anime from a historical perspective. What many people do not know is that anime isn't a recent invention.  Anime has been on the air ever since the late 1950s, straight after the world war II.&lt;br /&gt;It should be noted that at that point of time, Japan was undergoing an economic restructuring. Exports were crucial in her market recovery.&lt;br /&gt;To call anime a reflection of today's society cannot be further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;As such, the primevial anime wasn't Japan-centric at all. In fact, if we take a look, we'll realise that many anime were made specifically (ironicaly) for a general audience. Rose of Versilles recounted the French Revolution, Starship troopers told a story of a Fillipino soldier in the global confederacy. Lupin told the story of  French thief. Kimba told the story of a white African lion.&lt;br /&gt;Anime was the Japan's window to the world, and the window for world to Japan. While they tried to export these products beyond Japan's water, Japanese became more and more fascinated with the foreign culture.&lt;br /&gt;How did the purple and weird hair colours come in?&lt;br /&gt;When we look at traditional anime, caucasian characters are not unusual. Many main protagonists were outrightly foreign.  Blond, brunette and other foreign body features were drawn in for accuracy. However , with the rise of sci-fi anime, more and more weirder features started appearing. This is called a culturally utopia setting (napier, 2001).&lt;br /&gt;Anime started to create a whole new culture with totally alien ethnics. Blue hair. Enormously large eyes. With these feature, character are not bound to any ethnical groups and cultures. They transcend all previous stereotypes that racial and gender grouping have imposed on our perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see that in anime, there are many strong-willed, sassy, independent and strong women. Japan, however,  still remains as a strongly patriachal society with strong respect for the male gender.  What anime is doing, is that it is intentionally creating an alternate reality to the real world rather than emulate it. By intentionally destroying what viewers recognise as watermarks of reality, anime is able to break away from the laws of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, is just one of the many theories in a nutshell. I personally go with this one though. Anime characters look weird due to their very early cosmopolitican heritage. Today's characters are an evolution of what was percieved as an overall global culture over 50 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4291564238099771307?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4291564238099771307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4291564238099771307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/anime-origin-of-culture.html' title='Anime: Origin of Culture'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4863207376136364937</id><published>2009-06-12T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:48:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Godzilla Phase continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-0erK9fF0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-0erK9fF0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, they removed their sad requiem video. Maybe they realised that Godzilla will never die.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, My Godzilla phase is still in. Not unlike the true Godzilla, my Godzilla-phase is known to enter a dormancy state of half a decade. Now it awakens!&lt;br /&gt;so in replacement of Requiem, here is the opening credits the last Godzilla movie before its hiatus; Final Wars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the most expensive Godzilla Film in history and was probably made out of good will rather than profit. This opening is the first time Akira Ifukube's theme isn't used but it is a tribute to the entire franchise nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4863207376136364937?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4863207376136364937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4863207376136364937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-godzilla-phase-continues.html' title='My Godzilla Phase continues'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8419999364597913153</id><published>2009-06-11T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:30:05.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem For the King</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8b740JT3E7g&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/8b740JT3E7g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember crying when I first found out that my favourite King of Monsters died in this grand finale to the Heisei arc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to let you know the context of this film. Godzilla is glowing red because he suffered internal injuries while protecting his child, Gozilla Jr, in his previous film in a fight with Spacegodzilla. As such, he is having an internal nuclear meltdown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, this monster called Destroyah appears. It is apparently a mutation from the side effects of the oxygen detroyer weapon that killed THE very first and original Godzilla back in 1954. As such, it is the very first monster in the franchise born out the Godzilla's weakness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately, it clobbers and kills Godzilla Jr. Enraged, his father engages in an all-out fight with Destroyah, to the extent in which he finally succumbs to his injuries. dodgy dubs but beautiful movie and music T___T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;emo muchs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8419999364597913153?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8419999364597913153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8419999364597913153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/requiem-for-king.html' title='Requiem For the King'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3588256237811351426</id><published>2009-06-10T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:28:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrappsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Si6NuLByxEI/AAAAAAAAA00/-oQ1-lvIuq4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345365632109167682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Si6NuLByxEI/AAAAAAAAA00/-oQ1-lvIuq4/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Location for the last segment... just a little more left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3588256237811351426?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3588256237811351426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3588256237811351426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/wrappsoon.html' title='Wrappsoon'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Si6NuLByxEI/AAAAAAAAA00/-oQ1-lvIuq4/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6174603769154251435</id><published>2009-06-10T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:26:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accountability</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/1661/640/image%20259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/1661/640/image%20259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; K.S LYNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was anything I remember from this man is that only we are accountable for our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be accountable for my own. I have decided to tell her. Happiness or misery, I will be accountable for it. I will not blame it on fate or procrastination. I will tell her soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-6174603769154251435?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6174603769154251435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6174603769154251435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/accountability.html' title='Accountability'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3747483273839745003</id><published>2009-06-06T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:52:43.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic Perks @ work</title><content type='html'>A Random Little thing that cheers me up at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When visitors with cameras try 'teaching' me how to use them.&lt;br /&gt;"okok ! you'll need to press the button down to take the photo. Don't worry, the image will appear on the screen. Please press slowly ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little do they know that the reason why I am taking that extra 2 seconds longer to snap their photograph&lt;br /&gt;is because I am switching off their unnecessary macro-mode and correcting their white balance.&lt;br /&gt;But its alright. These are all little perks that cheer my day up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3747483273839745003?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3747483273839745003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3747483273839745003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/ironic-perks-work.html' title='Ironic Perks @ work'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4227092847485850446</id><published>2009-06-06T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:49:46.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKxxofdtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2o_tdV6CPSo/s1600-h/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344025389337376466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKxxofdtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2o_tdV6CPSo/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKegLi1rI/AAAAAAAAA0M/99LKpANaUfQ/s1600-h/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344025058235045554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKegLi1rI/AAAAAAAAA0M/99LKpANaUfQ/s320/210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKLg_ZN-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/sduFcGIFKN0/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024732035004386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKLg_ZN-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/sduFcGIFKN0/s320/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew my hallmates were so kok.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my badly timed flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4227092847485850446?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4227092847485850446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4227092847485850446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-sentosa.html' title='Day at Sentosa'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SinKxxofdtI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2o_tdV6CPSo/s72-c/209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1976916608325204013</id><published>2009-06-04T08:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:36:22.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maps.unomaha.edu/Peterson/funda/Pictures/Japan-2/Japan_files/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://maps.unomaha.edu/Peterson/funda/Pictures/Japan-2/Japan_files/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizuoka. Mt.Fuji&lt;br /&gt;Shiga. Lake Biwa&lt;br /&gt;Aichi. Prefectures.&lt;br /&gt;All this, in my next Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When blessings come, they are often so surreal that you can't accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1976916608325204013?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1976916608325204013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1976916608325204013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-come-true.html' title='A Dream Come True'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7904427567220784913</id><published>2009-06-03T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:37:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiYZ3T_YasI/AAAAAAAAAzw/59lhahHbvmU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiYZ3T_YasI/AAAAAAAAAzw/59lhahHbvmU/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342986445971286722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We accidentally captured a Shinigami on film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We believe its name to be Rem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7904427567220784913?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7904427567220784913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7904427567220784913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/revelation.html' title='Revelation!'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiYZ3T_YasI/AAAAAAAAAzw/59lhahHbvmU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-69370462379106413</id><published>2009-06-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:09:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNwgGjdt9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/9yD0BFNAn5o/s1600-h/boomotivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342237279809026002" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNwgGjdt9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/9yD0BFNAn5o/s320/boomotivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supremely bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-69370462379106413?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/69370462379106413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/69370462379106413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/rejoice.html' title='Rejoice'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNwgGjdt9I/AAAAAAAAAzo/9yD0BFNAn5o/s72-c/boomotivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6657328379483701276</id><published>2009-06-01T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:45:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNoN9o4LLI/AAAAAAAAAzg/A1cdSEJemK4/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342228172085144754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNoN9o4LLI/AAAAAAAAAzg/A1cdSEJemK4/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNnnPagHeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/0uvQGAtkX9k/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/170/1661/640/image%20044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Taiwan &lt;em&gt;sky, September 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is shinin' in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There ain't a cloud in sight&lt;br /&gt;It's stopped rainin' ev'rybody's in a play&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful new day hey,hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;See how the sun shines brightly in the city&lt;br /&gt;On the streets where once was pity&lt;br /&gt;Mister blue sky is living here today hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister blue sky please tell us why&lt;br /&gt;You had to hide away for so long&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you with the pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the human race&lt;br /&gt;A celebration, mister blue sky's up there waitin'&lt;br /&gt;And today is the day we've waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there mister blue&lt;br /&gt;We're so pleased to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Look around see what you do&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister blue, you did it right&lt;br /&gt;But soon comes mister night creepin' over&lt;br /&gt;Now his hand is on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I'll remember you this&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Electric Light Orchestra, 'Mr. Blue Sky' &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/8259668-6657328379483701276?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6657328379483701276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6657328379483701276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-blue-sky.html' title='Mr. Blue Sky'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SiNoN9o4LLI/AAAAAAAAAzg/A1cdSEJemK4/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3555984597521667193</id><published>2009-05-31T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:18:20.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Lizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/papyrus.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/papyrus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of XKCD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3555984597521667193?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3555984597521667193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3555984597521667193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-lizzy.html' title='Dedicated to Lizzy'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1770224742676602611</id><published>2009-05-30T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:59:17.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking the Walk</title><content type='html'>I am sick and tired of reilliterating myself. This is my personal stance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing morally wrong with clubbing. If there is, I've too many people to condemn, and I've got better things to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with clubbing, dancing, drinking, grinding, getting piss-drunk-like-cm-on-cookies. The question, however, is whether you are fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one gives a shit if you puke on the dance floor. closing time. Your puke will dry, a mop will come. Tomorrow night, someone else will puke where you did. In the herd of oscillating sheeps, you really aren't that important. If you still feel a mess, take a look across the club, there are many more drunkards in agony with you. Whatever you do, you aren't alone. That's the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. If you still feel bad, the problem lies not in clubbing, but with you. If you are able to accept the consequences of a hangover or a sober guilt-trip the next morning. By all means, continue.&lt;br /&gt;If you are having issues accepting what you're doing, compare whether your overall happiness clubbing outweighs your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why don't I club nowadays? Its got nothing to do with moral highgrounds. I just dont like the loud music cause it reminds me of live firing and I'm pseudo-enochlophobic. I hate crowds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1770224742676602611?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1770224742676602611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1770224742676602611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking-walk.html' title='Talking the Walk'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5200003712384325201</id><published>2009-05-29T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:24:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sh66t6GUhVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kUG0OATlq3o/s1600-h/Lizzpiration2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911505960633682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sh66t6GUhVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kUG0OATlq3o/s320/Lizzpiration2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sh66nTvvc2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/q7KFzxfw8eU/s1600-h/Lizzpiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340911392586167138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sh66nTvvc2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/q7KFzxfw8eU/s320/Lizzpiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5200003712384325201?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5200003712384325201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5200003712384325201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/motivated.html' title='Motivated?'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sh66t6GUhVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kUG0OATlq3o/s72-c/Lizzpiration2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3973992205359342561</id><published>2009-05-28T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:21:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Clementine: What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3973992205359342561?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3973992205359342561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3973992205359342561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-blue-sky.html' title='Mr. Blue Sky'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1893138878353293137</id><published>2009-05-27T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:36:17.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda might be right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShwaL-lwjdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yKDIL5Z3mk0/s1600-h/fc-064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShwaL-lwjdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yKDIL5Z3mk0/s320/fc-064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340172051236818386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think too much&lt;br /&gt;And I should simply take the advice I tell people&lt;br /&gt;Be sure of what I want and don't chase it&lt;br /&gt;unless I am absolutely certain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1893138878353293137?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1893138878353293137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1893138878353293137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/amanda-might-be-right.html' title='Amanda might be right'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShwaL-lwjdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yKDIL5Z3mk0/s72-c/fc-064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7861306748150693946</id><published>2009-05-25T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:20:29.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here, be inspired by anime:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 418px; height: 329px" src="http://img3.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire2/10092008/d/e/b/9/deb984377fb790_full.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 430px; height: 268px" src="http://img3.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire2/10092008/d/6/1/8/d6187147a39050_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 406px; height: 263px" src="http://img3.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire2/10092008/1/3/d/0/13d0929f050430_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7861306748150693946?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7861306748150693946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7861306748150693946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-be-inspired-by-anime.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-916677632042215590</id><published>2009-05-21T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:47:48.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Me (the Aftermath)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRALYy3mUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tBP7Hfie5D0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337962022719428930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRALYy3mUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tBP7Hfie5D0/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just a little update for those concerned.&lt;br /&gt;The fishies are fine and doing well after shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Rescued from freedom [aka a water monitor's lizard's mouth], they are adapting well to their new tank after their outbreak of finrot has been cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-916677632042215590?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/916677632042215590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/916677632042215590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-me-aftermath.html' title='Free Me (the Aftermath)'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRALYy3mUI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tBP7Hfie5D0/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3655289453264714252</id><published>2009-05-21T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:38:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRACJe7k4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/d8BiEtm6hAc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961863990449026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRACJe7k4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/d8BiEtm6hAc/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3655289453264714252?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3655289453264714252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3655289453264714252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_703.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShRACJe7k4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/d8BiEtm6hAc/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2436607548589802291</id><published>2009-05-21T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:36:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShQ_b5fRAQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CsRTSFdYryY/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961206861857026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShQ_b5fRAQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CsRTSFdYryY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShQ_V4QkIGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/AC9jbDFLfXM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2436607548589802291?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2436607548589802291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2436607548589802291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ShQ_b5fRAQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/CsRTSFdYryY/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5770996609255917199</id><published>2009-05-18T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:50:16.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjU4MjU1MTYxMSZwdD*xMjQyNTgyNjAwNzQ4JnA9MTEwOTkxJmQ9TWFzaCUyMEdhbWUmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQwOTJkMTY3OWI*MTRlMDQ5NzFlNDlhMTEwNmNjMTM4Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;table width="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:12px;background-image:url('http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg');background-repeat:no-repeat;"&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" width="350" height="150" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;Charlene Low&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 	&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;Cuban Jungles&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Shack&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 	&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;01 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 	&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;Jet Black BMX&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; 	&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" height="50"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;Zoo currator&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt; 		&lt;td width="25"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; 	&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833" title="whats your future"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" alt="whats your future" width="163" height="33" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; 				&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5770996609255917199?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5770996609255917199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5770996609255917199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/mash-game-predict-your-future-at-espin_18.html' title='Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-517176105680232474</id><published>2009-05-17T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:05:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of Species</title><content type='html'>The difference between a concept and atheory is that a theory is supported and proven by actual scientific evidences, tested by experiment whereas a concept isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is about facts. Not ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Timmy for opening my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a large part of my spiritual doubt has been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ironic that we have been conditioned to be critical in a certain way with many assumptions within our mental paremeters. It is ironic that anyone who critically challenges these paremeters are automatically seen as close-minded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-517176105680232474?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/517176105680232474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/517176105680232474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/origin-of-species.html' title='Origin of Species'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4035788552140037225</id><published>2009-05-14T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:17:40.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Years on</title><content type='html'>Next Tuesday, My parents will celebrate their 30 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, being on vacation, spent today searching through our family's old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, he suddenly went around the house showing me the very first external flash unit he ever bought in his life.&lt;br /&gt;He bought it from the States on his honeymoon 30 years ago. Suprisingly, it still works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt somethings today.&lt;br /&gt;My dad has always been an avid photographer. But he never had the money in his youth to buy a proper camera. Instead, the only way he could handle a camera was by joining photographic society in his university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, his friends bought him a SLR for his wedding gift. The very first 'proper' camera he ever had. On his honeymoon, he bought an external flash unit to complete the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise why my dad was so pleased when I suddenly picked up his camera and started taking photos in primary 6. I now realise why my dad is always so supportive of my photographic hobbies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He's giving me the childhood dreams he never had. More importantly, my flare for photography reminds him of my parents' wedding and their honeymoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4035788552140037225?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4035788552140037225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4035788552140037225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_3418.html' title='30 Years on'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7022693320694674999</id><published>2009-05-11T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:29:10.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To _______</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sgb_wzK6XvI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1GPakoNeOD0/s1600-h/2008_06+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sgb_wzK6XvI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1GPakoNeOD0/s320/2008_06+339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334232022501711602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you never read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;never once in all the time that we've been together&lt;br /&gt;and chances are that you will never read this entry&lt;br /&gt;not now, not never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that despite all the shit that is happening around&lt;br /&gt;things aren't what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been chaotic. confusing. messy.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you. I saw resolve.&lt;br /&gt;This is resolution that I have gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;but I mistook it for the urge to start looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____, &lt;br /&gt;I've been a mess.&lt;br /&gt;But recently, through the absolution of one I don't even know/&lt;br /&gt;I see the clarity of everything:&lt;br /&gt;you are still the best i ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7022693320694674999?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7022693320694674999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7022693320694674999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/to.html' title='To _______'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sgb_wzK6XvI/AAAAAAAAAyY/1GPakoNeOD0/s72-c/2008_06+339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1861372135142311732</id><published>2009-05-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:23:01.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02LgdXVkXgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02LgdXVkXgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1861372135142311732?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1861372135142311732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1861372135142311732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/trekkies-bash-new-star-trek-film.html' title='Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8095409756153137114</id><published>2009-05-08T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:06:17.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTW Movie 2009 1</title><content type='html'>In an era of shameless sequels, spin-offs and remakes, original materials are beginning to look more and more sarce however, every so often, a certain movie without original content is repackaged so marvelously that it recreates the mythical magical impact its predescessor did. Where Dragonball: Evolution failed painfully in 2009, Star Trek emerged triumphant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a Star Trek fan. The only thing I knew about the USS Enterprise was that there was a weird dude called Spock. The initial news of JJ Abrams remaking Star Trek last August didn't invoke the slightest reaction in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All changed when I saw their first trailer. It was then when my expectations for this film was raised to another level. My expectations for it was violated again yesterday when the film exceeded anything I thought was possible from this geek show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an objective perspective, Star Trek was really stimulating. It reeked of JJ Abrams. The direction style is unique.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being well-polised in terms of colour and lighting, Abram gave this film a very raw feel. Every scene, be it a static of moving one, involved very subtle camera 'vibrations'. These camera shakes were not done forcefully but gently and delicately, adding a sense of chaos/ fatigue to the piece, reinforcing the fact that the crew are in the smack middle of a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting were brilliant too. I am not position to compare old with new; however, I must say that each character brought out their plot niche. There was minimal celebrity calefare. I assume that Abram was riding on the fanbase's certainty that Kirk will become captain, and that establised hope alone becomes a powerful plot device that drives Kirk's on-sceen confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Some fans may argue that the new Spock seem to struggle keeping his emotions in, and is much less robotic than the original. But given the contextual plot of the movie, this is the very conflicted Spock the script called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Cho and Simon Pegg were slightly awkward. Cho was slightly too suave for Dr.Zulu whileSimon Pegg's character was too eager to share himself with the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Effects of Star Trek were great. But sadly, it would be outdone by Transformers. But nevertheless, Lighting was eye-popping. The constant use of multiple lense flares during long takes really conveyed the sense of being on board a sparkling new USS enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, I would definitely consider Star Trek as one of the FTW movies of 2009 for the simple reason that it makes me want to be a star trek fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Live long and prosper"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8095409756153137114?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8095409756153137114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8095409756153137114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/ftw-movie-2009-1.html' title='FTW Movie 2009 1'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2642635266982506402</id><published>2009-05-06T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:25:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFle1f_HfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RII6HPTWd_w/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332655014215097842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFle1f_HfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RII6HPTWd_w/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2642635266982506402?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2642635266982506402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2642635266982506402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/hbd_3153.html' title='HBD'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFle1f_HfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RII6HPTWd_w/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6581326175237861632</id><published>2009-05-06T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:23:53.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFlKnahHzI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eWMBvCyhH_M/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332654666836680498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFlKnahHzI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eWMBvCyhH_M/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBD means-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-6581326175237861632?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6581326175237861632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6581326175237861632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/hbd.html' title='HBD'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFlKnahHzI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eWMBvCyhH_M/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8964484268328239844</id><published>2009-05-06T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:33:49.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Means</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFkpLpp8tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VMepmwQ6pPg/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332654092448297682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFkpLpp8tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VMepmwQ6pPg/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8964484268328239844?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8964484268328239844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8964484268328239844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/lame-chops.html' title='Means'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFkpLpp8tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VMepmwQ6pPg/s72-c/075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-2827599620986353316</id><published>2009-05-06T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:27:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFl8KEUnUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kWVr5M2amwY/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332655517952417090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFl8KEUnUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kWVr5M2amwY/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Dad,&lt;br /&gt;wished I had time to bake you a real cake but school/ foc has been too crazy lately... sorry dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-2827599620986353316?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2827599620986353316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/2827599620986353316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SgFl8KEUnUI/AAAAAAAAAx4/kWVr5M2amwY/s72-c/089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3430814777328240452</id><published>2009-05-02T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:32:36.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buaya Darat</title><content type='html'>They were planning on filming a scene which involved me releasing a (or 2) goldfish into the Matriche Reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;However, I protested on the grounds that the team could be fined by AVA on the grounds of releasing a non-native animal into the wild. But really, it is because I know that goldfish stand no chance of survival in the wild. They're as a good as a floating free frag for passing predators.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to adopt the pair on impulse. One of the many things that i've been committing on impulse lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, my gut instincts were right. Within minutes of our shoot wrap, a fully-grown Malayan Water Monitor (aka Buaya Darat, Malay for 'Land Crocodile') appeared out of nowhere to check out the commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having worked in Mandai, an area overflowing with Monitors, I can tell you that seeing a full-grown is indeed a rare and magnificent sight. It caused quite a stir as many visitors gathered at the water's edge calling it a croc. pfft. but wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, listening to your gut help every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdZ_szlQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/NuS3R_B85kQ/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331168391333123330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdZ_szlQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/NuS3R_B85kQ/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sleek shadow caught the corner of my eye. Straight away I ran to Zhiyuan and co, asking them to take this sight down, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdPdxsKCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/K3iSVS50AJU/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331168210428110882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdPdxsKCI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/K3iSVS50AJU/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdBncSpNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hP62zffR7Ro/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331167972504544466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdBncSpNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/hP62zffR7Ro/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I got to the Malayan Water Monitor. I should have taken it with a scale of comparison, but it was roughly 1.9 metres. wow.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 rows of serated teeth capable of severing the nerves on our hands, mugshot are not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3430814777328240452?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3430814777328240452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3430814777328240452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/05/buaya-darat.html' title='Buaya Darat'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfwdZ_szlQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/NuS3R_B85kQ/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5586664502379104728</id><published>2009-04-27T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:41:38.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Lacroix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSOCaqu90I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ws7DEo3iFeM/s1600-h/_MG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329040431255582530" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSOCaqu90I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ws7DEo3iFeM/s320/_MG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Singapore National Museum with the Audreys to see the works of Christian Lacroix.&lt;br /&gt;Arty Farty indeed. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5586664502379104728?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5586664502379104728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5586664502379104728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/christian-lacroix.html' title='Christian Lacroix'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSOCaqu90I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ws7DEo3iFeM/s72-c/_MG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6928442537713864483</id><published>2009-04-27T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:37:55.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSNk1XroOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MulWqTWOV1s/s1600-h/_MG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329039923027353826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSNk1XroOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MulWqTWOV1s/s320/_MG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire and Brimstone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-6928442537713864483?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6928442537713864483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6928442537713864483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/othello.html' title='Othello'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSNk1XroOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MulWqTWOV1s/s72-c/_MG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3071689740663332081</id><published>2009-04-27T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:35:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSMQHBCHVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZijM2_3rFZQ/s1600-h/_MG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329038467475316050" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSMQHBCHVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZijM2_3rFZQ/s320/_MG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3071689740663332081?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3071689740663332081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3071689740663332081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSMQHBCHVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ZijM2_3rFZQ/s72-c/_MG_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8829931166459916780</id><published>2009-04-27T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:29:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSLTiEM5kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/wVf_cp6pigM/s1600-h/_MG_0064..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329037426764342850" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSLTiEM5kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/wVf_cp6pigM/s320/_MG_0064..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;12 O'clock&lt;br /&gt;Loveless heart behind pillar.&lt;br /&gt;Set to Rapid Fire.&lt;br /&gt;Haruto Cannon.&lt;br /&gt;FIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8829931166459916780?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8829931166459916780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8829931166459916780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/fire-movement.html' title='Fire Movement'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSLTiEM5kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/wVf_cp6pigM/s72-c/_MG_0064..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-279315495000744128</id><published>2009-04-27T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:25:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSK1yiemSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lXaXYWBewrI/s1600-h/_MG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329036915790223650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSK1yiemSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lXaXYWBewrI/s320/_MG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing double.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, she is not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-279315495000744128?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/279315495000744128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/279315495000744128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_27.html' title='?'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSK1yiemSI/AAAAAAAAAwg/lXaXYWBewrI/s72-c/_MG_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7207593338921935283</id><published>2009-04-27T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:13:48.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSH21CeBpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IB8QOmsEelQ/s1600-h/_MG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329033635106260626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSH21CeBpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IB8QOmsEelQ/s320/_MG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Passive Photography [noun]:&lt;br /&gt;The act of letting other people take photographs using your camera casually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7207593338921935283?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7207593338921935283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7207593338921935283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/passive-photography.html' title='Passive Photography'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSH21CeBpI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IB8QOmsEelQ/s72-c/_MG_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5160775396360329974</id><published>2009-04-27T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:10:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Photography I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHe5nZJBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VHfb0v-JEIc/s1600-h/_MG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329033224018011154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHe5nZJBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VHfb0v-JEIc/s320/_MG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5160775396360329974?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5160775396360329974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5160775396360329974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/passive-photography-i.html' title='Passive Photography I'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHe5nZJBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VHfb0v-JEIc/s72-c/_MG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8346631289505875146</id><published>2009-04-27T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:09:21.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Photography II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHJyl7qvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/N1JG5TAXvN0/s1600-h/_MG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329032861355584242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHJyl7qvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/N1JG5TAXvN0/s320/_MG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8346631289505875146?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8346631289505875146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8346631289505875146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/passive-photography-ii.html' title='Passive Photography II'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSHJyl7qvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/N1JG5TAXvN0/s72-c/_MG_0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1255312342736829061</id><published>2009-04-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:08:19.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Amused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSG5AljnpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/T6qiQyS3bOA/s1600-h/_MG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329032573054328466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSG5AljnpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/T6qiQyS3bOA/s320/_MG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1255312342736829061?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1255312342736829061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1255312342736829061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-amused.html' title='Not Amused'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSG5AljnpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/T6qiQyS3bOA/s72-c/_MG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-6644392154228180153</id><published>2009-04-27T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:06:45.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSFw5x6erI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Eb5vV_qs6lY/s1600-h/_MG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329031334276528818" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSFw5x6erI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Eb5vV_qs6lY/s320/_MG_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is amused.&lt;br /&gt;no mean hair comments today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-6644392154228180153?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6644392154228180153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/6644392154228180153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/cmi.html' title='CMI'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SfSFw5x6erI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Eb5vV_qs6lY/s72-c/_MG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3090359148915275580</id><published>2009-04-23T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:28:16.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Pure Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="215" width="304"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QyYaPWasos&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/_QyYaPWasos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="260"&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/8259668-3090359148915275580?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3090359148915275580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3090359148915275580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/genius-pure-genius.html' title='Genius Pure Genius'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7083523516076750023</id><published>2009-04-20T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:15:56.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SewhJCBz27I/AAAAAAAAAvw/n-2mAQSaCzM/s1600-h/_12_cover_peds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326668898319457202" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SewhJCBz27I/AAAAAAAAAvw/n-2mAQSaCzM/s320/_12_cover_peds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7083523516076750023?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7083523516076750023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7083523516076750023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SewhJCBz27I/AAAAAAAAAvw/n-2mAQSaCzM/s72-c/_12_cover_peds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7691105855055854892</id><published>2009-04-20T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:19:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog Ep.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlekPu9UKZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlekPu9UKZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;My attempt at vlogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7691105855055854892?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7691105855055854892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7691105855055854892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/vlogging.html' title='Vlog Ep.1'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8292030004919274255</id><published>2009-04-17T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:20:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeidRDNtiPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pxcT5lxVnzg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325679475611764978" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeidRDNtiPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pxcT5lxVnzg/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8292030004919274255?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8292030004919274255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8292030004919274255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_2635.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeidRDNtiPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/pxcT5lxVnzg/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7962709641135981049</id><published>2009-04-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:13:37.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeickXkMSQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C0K6UPoJZIU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678707980650754" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeickXkMSQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C0K6UPoJZIU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7962709641135981049?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7962709641135981049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7962709641135981049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_536.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeickXkMSQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/C0K6UPoJZIU/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3652458096856027562</id><published>2009-04-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:12:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeicU2uA-AI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ByWxhfbh7VA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325678441465444354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeicU2uA-AI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ByWxhfbh7VA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3652458096856027562?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3652458096856027562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3652458096856027562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_7682.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeicU2uA-AI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ByWxhfbh7VA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5441917778887881862</id><published>2009-04-17T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:54:46.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeiOvqDF8dI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_deFTZK_06E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325663508757869010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeiOvqDF8dI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_deFTZK_06E/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5441917778887881862?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5441917778887881862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5441917778887881862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeiOvqDF8dI/AAAAAAAAAvI/_deFTZK_06E/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4374621765048282146</id><published>2009-04-16T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:12:49.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To :CYXP</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sms all of you but I guess I lost some of your numbers after I changed phones.&lt;br /&gt;Things never quite work out the way we hope them to be.&lt;br /&gt;We don't always nail that A. Or even that A-.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed working with everyone and I felt that everyone really contributed in areas they could contribute in. It was a fun project and learnt a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot more than just FCP and Camera skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if we didnt nail the highest grade we could. But let's not get disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;Its not over till 11am tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just whack"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4374621765048282146?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4374621765048282146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4374621765048282146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-cyxp.html' title='To :CYXP'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1978858919118070014</id><published>2009-04-15T12:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:18:26.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTFtt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeVone5rM5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/459U4rcYprQ/s1600-h/l%27homme+grainy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324777161954636690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeVone5rM5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/459U4rcYprQ/s320/l%27homme+grainy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the only right guess I made about the COM206 video marking scheme&lt;br /&gt;is that we are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out to please our friends, the public&lt;br /&gt;or even to demonstrate the various skills we have picked over these 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are out to impress 2 very subjective teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry my brethens who have suffered the same fate as I.&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of things, this assignment is but a fsmall fry.&lt;br /&gt;5mks (that defnes a B from an A) out of 100 out of 4 AUs out of 120-ish.&lt;br /&gt;of course, if you still want to bite FTT-DH, there is still the final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There aint nothin' over till it's over. " (Balboa, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even if it is. there is still COM225.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1978858919118070014?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1978858919118070014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1978858919118070014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/com205-is-out.html' title='WTFtt'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SeVone5rM5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/459U4rcYprQ/s72-c/l%27homme+grainy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5860573738904687524</id><published>2009-04-09T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:31:35.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the Sky- The Hush Sound</title><content type='html'>"Before the world dies at my door&lt;br /&gt;I'll break the sky, for you and I are going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss goodbye, a dozen times before we get there.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need anyone else, when I can break the sky myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be haunted by dreams I've deferred&lt;br /&gt;Won't set my heart frozen in amber&lt;br /&gt;The love you always seem to find is syrupy sweet&lt;br /&gt;One taste and you've made up your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Too ripe to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Break the Sky, The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that even in parting, we understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5860573738904687524?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5860573738904687524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5860573738904687524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-sky-hush-sound.html' title='Break the Sky- The Hush Sound'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5641534463084581797</id><published>2009-04-04T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:13:33.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SddA2F_XyxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SMe--HWzfH0/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320792782826621714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SddA2F_XyxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SMe--HWzfH0/s320/Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5641534463084581797?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5641534463084581797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5641534463084581797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SddA2F_XyxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/SMe--HWzfH0/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5445003270876752018</id><published>2009-04-01T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:03:45.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effective 60?</title><content type='html'>How successful was Earth Hour 2009 in raising awareness about environmental issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//cd/a/cdaaf2344cc7ee02549288135c27b586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://media.nowpublic.net/images//cd/a/cdaaf2344cc7ee02549288135c27b586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some categories of responses gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was awesome"&lt;br /&gt;"It was fairly effective, I suppose."&lt;br /&gt;"It was superb in unifying people of various nation, ethnics and backgrounds to realise one united vision"&lt;br /&gt;"60 minutes might have been very minute, but it is a collective statement that there is still hope for this planet"&lt;br /&gt;"In that one hour, me girl and I did lots of ST in the name of mother nature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was utterly lame, I didnt bother with it"&lt;br /&gt;"Money placed into the publicity of this event could have been used better"&lt;br /&gt;"Stopping electrical usage doesnt help reduce global warming. Even if it does, it is not significant."&lt;br /&gt;"Earth hour is lame. Global warming isn't scientifically proven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Category B:&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your response fell roughly into category A, Earth hour 2009 was successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5445003270876752018?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5445003270876752018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5445003270876752018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/04/effective-60.html' title='Effective 60?'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5508981261619492923</id><published>2009-03-29T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:55:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed you too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sc8W3zurvUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/84GPOjEDHGU/s1600-h/AtZoo021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318494832982474050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sc8W3zurvUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/84GPOjEDHGU/s320/AtZoo021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is Mika, our milk snake. Ignore the water bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts, arguments and chaos have just been weathering me lately.&lt;br /&gt;My indifference to the "criseses" around me is a polished result of resultant forces in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then, something sweet seeps through that makes me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior was training the new presenters with reptile handling. After I was told that we have new additions to our snake collection, I begged her to let me in to see our new family members. So I stood at one corner of the room, silently observing the new presenters as their hands orientated to the textual flow of each individual snake.&lt;br /&gt;Then, they took Mika, our Milk snake and one of my personal favourites, out. The last time I handled her was about 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Straight away, she ignored her handler and insisted on stretching out towards me. After a while, I decided to entertain her and let her travel to my hand, tickled her and guided her back to her trainee handler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika. I missed you too. I miss you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5508981261619492923?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5508981261619492923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5508981261619492923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-missed-you-too.html' title='I missed you too'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sc8W3zurvUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/84GPOjEDHGU/s72-c/AtZoo021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7830385140028329196</id><published>2009-03-29T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:48:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwak.</title><content type='html'>From Tsen Shi Jia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you see these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random it is, just type it! Repost it for all of your (bored) friends. Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: liquid bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships:  *jam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your crush: Mars Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: Putties and their tight crotches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life:  TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: Sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cars: Crazy driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies:  Watchmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: This is halloween, everybody make a scene [pumpkin scream in the dead of night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: Christian by method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: aimless muggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: Not living as i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: maybe maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: cui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: converse. only converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Asians: yataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Pass time:  pasttime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand:  pass time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell phone: Mine is from the mesozoic era. I suspect its a dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: ball , carbolic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: final and gravity defying hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. College: avenue q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. High school life: memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Pyjamas: zoo fatigue and track pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars:  Switchfoot &amp;amp; the graduation march in Pulau Tekong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Center:  circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: works wonders. but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: I got so many on friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: Only after the last tree has been cut down.&lt;br /&gt;Only after the last river has been poisoned.&lt;br /&gt;Only after the last fish has been caught.&lt;br /&gt;Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: always and never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: never. don't marry if you cant commit. marriages are more than feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Dogs: claypot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: washing them with dettol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: they rox, coolest uncool parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: :) don't mind, but only if my future partners wants them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex: :) over but thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: Together in electric dreams (yes, wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Color:  hue spectrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: only a ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: Ninja turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout:  Vivo city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest: overslept again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal: hate soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: need to find it for 206&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7830385140028329196?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7830385140028329196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7830385140028329196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/bwak.html' title='Bwak.'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7839375861005355617</id><published>2009-03-27T05:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:24:19.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger and Dragon (wrapping up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's over! After 25 weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 6am. I'm in the freezing spectrum room working out some stuff, keeping Candy company.&lt;br /&gt;It was 4am, The subbed version of Toradora's final episode was released and with it, 3 out of the 4 animes I follow concluded this week.&lt;br /&gt;-Toradora&lt;br /&gt;-Casshern SINS&lt;br /&gt;-Clannad After story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me closure just in time for the loming exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomc.animeblogger.net:8000/image/Toradora!/Toradora!%20-%2025%20-%20Large%2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomc.animeblogger.net:8000/image/Toradora!/Toradora!%20-%2025%20-%20Large%2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://randomc.animeblogger.net:8000/image/Toradora!/Toradora!%20-%2025%20-%20Large%2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see this star?&lt;br /&gt;A star against the sky of black can be seen even from far away. So let us be stars, shining brightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be at your side now, but if we shine brightly, we can see other. No matter how far we are from one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anime can be so poetic.&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/8259668-7839375861005355617?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7839375861005355617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7839375861005355617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiger-and-dragon-wrapping-up.html' title='Tiger and Dragon (wrapping up)'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-9024376287064451366</id><published>2009-03-26T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:49:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tainted lense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScrbNok6ttI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oL9ToFSscY8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317303337341335250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScrbNok6ttI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oL9ToFSscY8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left something back in my room yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;During my lesson break, I rushed back to my room, only to be greeted by vivid blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately drew out my dear Bayi (Sony DSLR) to snap the moment.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I realised that my lense was dirty, it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that our eyes are the windows to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a camera lense, our eyes can be tainted, stained.&lt;br /&gt;If I went ahead with the shot, my picture might be tainted.&lt;br /&gt;If I cleaned my lense, the moment might be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in me tells me to press the shutter,&lt;br /&gt;I tell it to hold, to wait. To look outside my viewfinder.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive behaviour never got me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But really, should I care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-9024376287064451366?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/9024376287064451366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/9024376287064451366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/tainted-lense.html' title='tainted lense'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScrbNok6ttI/AAAAAAAAAuo/oL9ToFSscY8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-182367344777901604</id><published>2009-03-23T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:59:28.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benchmark</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eii5I8SIlDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eii5I8SIlDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am beginning to miss the time when I made movies without keeping any benchmarks of standards in mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-182367344777901604?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/182367344777901604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/182367344777901604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/benchmark.html' title='Benchmark'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4114732152850524325</id><published>2009-03-22T18:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:55:29.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green doesn't mean Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScYSptuAJRI/AAAAAAAAAug/Al9FUHpzoTo/s1600-h/DSC05496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315956918013928722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScYSptuAJRI/AAAAAAAAAug/Al9FUHpzoTo/s320/DSC05496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Get lost, he's with me now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down ladies, can't we all get along?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine joked about my sexuality the other day, hinting of my possible assexuality. We also joked about how men never know what they want. Rest assured, I am pretty much straight. And since I am so damn bored from *trying to do* COM206, I think I'll just say some stuff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't homophobic, not one slight bit. My faith and moralistic standings are at contradictions to their lifestyles, but what others do with their lives are their matters, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;However, I do get very pissed when advances are made towards me besides my clear 'No' signals. This is nothing to do with homosexuality, I react pretty much the same ways to girls too. No to me, just means No. I don't believe that persistence pays off. You shouldn't too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, am I assexual? certainly not. Am I looking for anyone? No, the feel of monetary and social freedom is quite a bit to give up. However, that doesnt mean that I am closing the door.&lt;br /&gt;and with 20 more minutes to dinner, I think I'll list out 5 intersting things I am looking out for in a girl, (no, she doesnt actually NEED to know how to drive but bonus star sticker if she does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attraction&lt;/u&gt; - goes without saying, if I don't feel attracted to a girl, I won't even bother to make a advance. I don't believe in playing/ juggling either. Without this first prerequisite, a girl stays on the &lt;a href="http://www.laddertheory.com/"&gt;'friends' ladder'&lt;/a&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Values-&lt;/u&gt; Something that my parents taught me to look out for. Strong moral fibre, the guts to tell me off if I do something wrong and spineless. The courage to do the right thing. The various prioritising of other values in life. Without similar allignment of values (especially moral) and dreams, a relationship would be fruitless in the long term. This is the most important aspect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fear-&lt;/u&gt; She has to be God-fearing. I've learnt through hard-knocks that without God in the relationship, it will self-destruct sooner or later. Many a times, I am a horrible Christian, She should at least be more grounded than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Respect-&lt;/u&gt; She has to have self-respect. I cannot stand clingy girls and if she is actually more clingy than me, then no go. She must be strongly autonomous, if anything happens to our relationship (or me), she should be able to carry on with life. I want someone I can respect, someone I see as an equal, eye-to-eye. The only person who deserved to be worshipped is God, I am not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family-&lt;/u&gt; At any one time, I only allow two women in my life. My mom is the first and always will be. If she can't accept my family as how I am willing to accept hers, then we won't work out eventually. Break-away families are for movies and drama serials but not for me. My family is already pretty small, and my family will always come first, if you want to be part of the family, it's a mutual thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4114732152850524325?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4114732152850524325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4114732152850524325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-doesnt-mean-yes.html' title='Green doesn&apos;t mean Yes.'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/ScYSptuAJRI/AAAAAAAAAug/Al9FUHpzoTo/s72-c/DSC05496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3860976478353306392</id><published>2009-03-19T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:51:59.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeeeesh</title><content type='html'>I am trying my best to cut out time for you,&lt;br /&gt;so for crying out loud, cut me some damn slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you bug me, the less I am bothered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3860976478353306392?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3860976478353306392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3860976478353306392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeeeesh.html' title='Jeeeesh'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5023470501056980534</id><published>2009-03-14T09:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:22:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the little difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ritaabrams.com/images/MarsVenus/MarsVenus250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px" alt="" src="http://www.ritaabrams.com/images/MarsVenus/MarsVenus250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys vs Girls:&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;topic: Tang-Yuan (Glutinous rice dumpling soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I remember eating them during Freshmen Orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Candy: No... where got?&lt;br /&gt;Me: At Beach Road! Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Candy: No... oh wait, Shannon was feeding us stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, that is tung-yuan lah! Oh wait... Shannon was there?&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Yeah. I remember the person, but not the food.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well... I remember the food but not the person.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: I DON'T understand why guys must look at porn!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's wrong about it? We.... just have to at times.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: I know it, but it just cannot accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have our urges....&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: YAH! But how come we can control? I can't accept why guys just contol restrain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[short silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can you live the rest of your life without make-up?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: NO!... never!... oh wait.... err.....&lt;br /&gt;[nuff said]&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5023470501056980534?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5023470501056980534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5023470501056980534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-little-difference.html' title='Its the little difference'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3061665727392413756</id><published>2009-03-12T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:38:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Your Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SbjEK4ECvXI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dV9cE7zVQus/s1600-h/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312211451610578290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SbjEK4ECvXI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dV9cE7zVQus/s320/IMG_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I am typing this blog entry on the eve to my COM208 quiz. Despite the urgent need to read my darn notes, this is by far, more pressing. so if you do understand my point of view, please take part in &lt;a href="http://www.whalesharkpetition.com/"&gt;the petition against the import of Whale Sharks into Sentosa &lt;/a&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhincodon typus, The Whale shark, is the largest fish in the entire world reaching a length of 20 metres upon being fully grown.&lt;br /&gt;Despite its imposing size,this giant is sustains itself on a diet of krill (small prawns).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon 2000, do little is known about these animals, that they exact conservation status cannot be determined. Although these migrating giants can be found in every ocean of the world, their population trend is decreasing. Currently, it is classified as 'Vulnerable', which is the prelude to being classified as 'endangered'.&lt;br /&gt;but really, must we wait for the shit to hit the fan before I do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the report below, you'll see that the local Integrated resort(IR)is planning to import whale sharks into Sentosa. In addition to the novelty factor of Resort World Sentosa, they are doing it in the name of conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would this move actually bring forth the intended notion of conservation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been volunteering/ working at the Singapore Zoo for close to 4 years now and I do see where this notion comes about from. Education and exposure is one of the major cornerstones to environmentalism and conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest changes in the world starts from within. Many people (most of the friends) have never seen an actual whale shark in their lives. If we never truly know what we'll loose, we'll never truly fight to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to have seen one with my own two eyes (see above). This magnificant baby whale shark swam before me in an aquarium in Heng Chun, Taiwan. This therefore brings me to my next point; Is holding these animals captive worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 years since that fateful day. The trip to the aquarium was held about 4hours after our last mission in that area. It was a bittersweet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, my chest pounded with excitment, on the other, my heart wrenched as I saw the big baby swimming back and forth in the confines of the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big aquarum and the staff did much to provide for it. But many a times, we just aren't able to overcome the technical constraints in providing the optimum condition for these animals. Many a times, we can't even provide the minimal basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whale shark can dive up to 13 kilometres. we can't even provide half. As much as we want to showcase the majesty of the whale shark to the world, we cannot hold nature within our palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that conservation is about the saving of animals from extinction. I used to think that extinction was the problem. However, i now realise that it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extinction isn't the problem. It is the symptoms to an even large problem. This fundamental issue is the way we Humans, treat our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservation is not about the protection of the Earth, or saving the planet. The planet will do very well without us. Life will still go on. Conservation is about the way we manage and respect the resources and fellow inhabitants of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to stress the word 'manage'. Managing the environment is very similar to managing the economy. We should not go into a venture that is bound to fail or one that does not reap sufficient rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not keep animals that we cannot provide for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things never seemed so clear before. However, money always had the power to transform black and white into grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3061665727392413756?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3061665727392413756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3061665727392413756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-need-your-help.html' title='We Need Your Help'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SbjEK4ECvXI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dV9cE7zVQus/s72-c/IMG_1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3234585346176558626</id><published>2009-03-12T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:12:05.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal welfare groups oppose import of whale sharks at Sentosa IR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/imagegallery/store/phpA3E38S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/imagegallery/store/phpA3E38S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: ChannelNewsAsia.com&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 12 March 2009 1232 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: Seven local and international animal welfare groups have launched an online campaign opposing plans by a Singapore integrated resort developer to import whale sharks for its planned oceanarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groups on Wednesday launched a website, www.whalesharkpetition.com, on calling on the public to "voice their opinions" on the plans to import the whale sharks, described as the largest living fish species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resorts World at Sentosa is building one of Singapore's two integrated resorts which will feature a Marine Life Park set to become the world's biggest oceanarium upon completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oceanarium will have 700,000 fish in 20 million gallons of water, Resorts World at Sentosa said on its website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the seven organisations, including the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society and People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, oppose having whale sharks in the facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals, which can grow up to 20 metres (66 feet), are listed as "vulnerable" by the International Union for Conservation of Nature and Natural Resources, the groups said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No man-made environment, no matter how large, could accommodate the needs of a whale shark," they said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whale sharks can dive up to 980 metres (3,234 feet) and migrate over 13,000 kilometres (8,060 miles) and evidence has shown that they fare poorly in captivity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cited the case of two whale sharks which died within five months of each other in a "state-of-the-art" aquarium in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resorts World at Sentosa defended plans to include whale sharks in the oceanarium, saying the threat the animals faced "makes the role of aquariums in their conservation all the more crucial".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine Life Park's goal is to "help protect the species' wild population from disappearing" and it has worked closely with marine experts to give the animals "top-class care", it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resorts World at Sentosa has said its casino project is on track for a phased opening from early 2010. It will feature hotels and a host of family-friendly attractions including the first Universal Studios theme park in Southeast Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AFP/so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3234585346176558626?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3234585346176558626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3234585346176558626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/animal-welfare-groups-oppose-import-of.html' title='Animal welfare groups oppose import of whale sharks at Sentosa IR'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8163301077641551297</id><published>2009-03-06T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:48:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds Of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://filmguide.newfest.org/tixSYS/2008/filmguide/images/filmstills/1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://filmguide.newfest.org/tixSYS/2008/filmguide/images/filmstills/1722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There is a price that a country has to pay to have an army that is formed by its people. It is not that we want it this way. It is not that we are raving to go to war. But this is the only way that we can survive..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hen Lasker, the director of Seeds of Summer, teared as she responded to a question after her documentary's screening just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I silently sat in LT11, I slowly recounted all the emotions I felt 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Seeds of Summer' (Zirei Kayitz) is a 2007 Israeli documentary that follows a batch of female transcripted soldiers as they undergo the voluntary but challenging "Combat instructor" course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmed entirely on a handheld camera, the film records not only an informative overview of the course, but an intimate relationship that, the camerawoman-cum-director, Lasker shared with the cadets and the instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hype, I felt that Seeds of Summer didn't really give us an in-depth understanding of what exactly were the trainings and programmes that their female soldiers had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the film's military theme is a subtle facade that smuggles more universal themes such as growing up, acceptance, success and failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the girls perform their fire movements (see above picture) and firing their "universal round", I can't help but smile to myself in gentle affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what struck me most about the film, was the complete trading of objectivity for interactivity. Unlike many other documentaries I'm accustomed to, the camerawoman actively delves into her subjects, and spurring much of their social interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a lie to say that your camera has no effect on your subjects," Lasker explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, how true. But I wonder, if we do not draw the line between being an observer and a director, does a documentary lose its informative value as its form is manipulated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8163301077641551297?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8163301077641551297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8163301077641551297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/seeds-of-summer.html' title='Seeds Of Summer'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-4628170638233852815</id><published>2009-03-04T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:05:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me Moore</title><content type='html'>When asked for his opinion regarding the film production of his graphic novel, Watchmen,&lt;br /&gt;Alan Moore replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not watching that fucking thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to give Watchmen a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of courage and faith to take on such an impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;Many fanboys will complain that a film will kill off the greatest graphic novel ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to confuse one item with another. A graphic novel is a graphic noel, a film is a film and the two should always be viewed objectively and independent from one another.&lt;br /&gt;Private emotions aside, I am going to see whether this film will be as good of a film as the novel was legendary as a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanboys, we know that you have been reading it before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I won't shoot a movie down before I watch it. (not even the cringingly painful Dragonball: Evolution which has an epic fail trailer and promo arts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-4628170638233852815?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4628170638233852815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/4628170638233852815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-moore.html' title='Tell me Moore'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3296149964247553514</id><published>2009-03-03T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:25:01.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless</title><content type='html'>What was most terrifying about yesterday's post was that,&lt;br /&gt;while I was typing that very entry out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/412478/1/.html"&gt;it &lt;/a&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that some might expect me to say something. Make a remark or comment.&lt;br /&gt;But I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3296149964247553514?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3296149964247553514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3296149964247553514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-bless.html' title='God Bless'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7558722628008914224</id><published>2009-03-02T09:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:03:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sas44Aujr0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_iBs8TnoTRE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308399120705367874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sas44Aujr0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_iBs8TnoTRE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardships are supposed to make us grow.&lt;br /&gt;It is gravity that pushes the eagles to soar,&lt;br /&gt;It is the current that pushes the tuna to swim,&lt;br /&gt;It is the fast prey that pushes the cheetah to be faster,&lt;br /&gt;It is adversities that pushes us to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then,&lt;br /&gt;Do some people never grow from the challenges life pass to us?&lt;br /&gt;Why then,&lt;br /&gt;Do some people simply prefer to feel weak than to move on?&lt;br /&gt;Why then,&lt;br /&gt;Do some people rather feel the pain of falling and crashing a thousand times,&lt;br /&gt;Than go through the pain of recovering once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is winding path we all take. Some paths are more straight than others,&lt;br /&gt;Some paths are constantly in the light, others take the traveller to unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the various paths we all take in life, they all share one similarity&lt;br /&gt;They are all a continuous journey from the start to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardships come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Pain comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;Life is always in motion, as quickly as one hardship comes, it will leave-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350;"&gt;enough is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you just accept that changes happen?&lt;br /&gt;That life brings a new set of opportunities and hardships everyday?&lt;br /&gt;And just stop the damn emotional shit?&lt;br /&gt;Your life isn't a drama serial for world to appreciate,&lt;br /&gt;We have cable for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pft. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Don't talk to me as though you are the only person with difficulties in your life. I have been through a lot more shit in my life than my jokes convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-7558722628008914224?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7558722628008914224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7558722628008914224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/03/hardships.html' title='Hardships'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sas44Aujr0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_iBs8TnoTRE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8020815508278874911</id><published>2009-02-28T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:50:58.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Recess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak6aGBM9hI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7JqvBhzOiBA/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837855799506450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak6aGBM9hI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7JqvBhzOiBA/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends,&lt;br /&gt;In the army, the above negative demonstration is known as a misfire;&lt;br /&gt;the act of unloading your shots into the gallery before the targets are in place.&lt;br /&gt;I have never returned empty-handed from the Zoo before.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most fruitful thing I did the whole recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-8020815508278874911?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8020815508278874911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8020815508278874911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/fruitful-recess.html' title='Fruitful Recess'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak6aGBM9hI/AAAAAAAAAuI/7JqvBhzOiBA/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1827049656988364356</id><published>2009-02-28T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:20:35.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komodo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak5r2JHmCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ri8rSTTBH_Q/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307837061263759394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak5r2JHmCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ri8rSTTBH_Q/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1827049656988364356?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1827049656988364356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1827049656988364356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/komodo.html' title='Komodo'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak5r2JHmCI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ri8rSTTBH_Q/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1670428944871159837</id><published>2009-02-28T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:15:58.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak4utvqmRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/J_IXTg8g1dA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836011037497618" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak4utvqmRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/J_IXTg8g1dA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1670428944871159837?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1670428944871159837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1670428944871159837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/tortise.html' title='Tortise'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak4utvqmRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/J_IXTg8g1dA/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1970413754885426653</id><published>2009-02-28T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:10:13.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Stares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak3CuYId6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/FYkzaMboLII/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834155781355426" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak3CuYId6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/FYkzaMboLII/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak2roxXWfI/AAAAAAAAAto/8es-Wn5ivik/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She stares across the spashes,&lt;br /&gt;Like water flowers, she sees the signs,&lt;br /&gt;The signs that the second chance will slide into her grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Angel, you sneaky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1970413754885426653?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1970413754885426653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1970413754885426653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-stares.html' title='She Stares'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/Sak3CuYId6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/FYkzaMboLII/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-5704305351748416955</id><published>2009-02-26T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:18:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro means-</title><content type='html'>'Pedro' means rock/&lt;br /&gt;and my name shall be my virtue (Mraz, 2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal problems are squat compared to how shitty real problems are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, I shall be the best that I can be. What was done will always be seen as done.&lt;br /&gt;What has passed shall remain in my memories. What we shared will always be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;What is present shall always be treasured. What we have now is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to see you again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,&lt;br /&gt;Yongxi's introduction of the ladder theory is a cynical but practical way of keeping one grounded in the seemingly fluttery world of love. It is like looking through photographs after learning the rules of thirds.&lt;br /&gt;I know which Ladder I usually belong to and I'll make no attempts to jump ladders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-5704305351748416955?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5704305351748416955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/5704305351748416955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/pedro-means.html' title='Pedro means-'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-8601383748113477898</id><published>2009-02-24T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:43:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold it. HOLD it. hold it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/images/how-to-hold-a-digital-camer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/images/how-to-hold-a-digital-camer-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to sound more knowledgable than I really am.&lt;br /&gt;But I get very very Very annoyed every time I see someone holding a DSLR incorrectly. I get even more annoyed when I see someone holding a DSLR incorrectly and assume that they automatically look more professional with that equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DSLR is not a point-and-shoot digicam. Every DSLR should be treated with an acceptable level of respect, even Olympus ones. Use two hands to operate it. Don't flip it around to take FB self-portaits.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hold a DSLR,&lt;br /&gt;1) place your right index finger over the shoot button&lt;br /&gt;2) Support the camera body and lense with your left hand.&lt;br /&gt;3)Place your eye against the view-finder, sling around your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8259668-8601383748113477898?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8601383748113477898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/8601383748113477898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-it-hold-it-hold-it.html' title='Hold it. HOLD it. hold it!'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-687026326092988321</id><published>2009-02-24T08:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:41:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To Wild Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaNCDYG6NqI/AAAAAAAAArg/O8b7Pqmqh5o/s1600-h/com206A2Pedrofail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306157411751048866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaNCDYG6NqI/AAAAAAAAArg/O8b7Pqmqh5o/s320/com206A2Pedrofail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks To Thomas, Hamzah and Andrew =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-687026326092988321?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/687026326092988321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/687026326092988321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-to-wild-africa.html' title='Thanks To Wild Africa'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaNCDYG6NqI/AAAAAAAAArg/O8b7Pqmqh5o/s72-c/com206A2Pedrofail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-1473025749832101819</id><published>2009-02-23T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:42:21.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimp Attacks Lady.</title><content type='html'>Tue February 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;(CNN) -- A woman has been hospitalized with life-threatening injuries after a pet chimpanzee attacked her at a friend's home in Stamford, Connecticut, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story Highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A woman is hospitalized with life-threatening injuries to her face, neck and hands&lt;br /&gt;Caretaker tries to pull chimp off, calls 911 and stabs the chimp&lt;br /&gt;Police shoot the chimp when he rips off a side mirror, tries to enter police cruiser&lt;br /&gt;Same chimp escaped in 2003 and "wreaked havoc" in Stamford, Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/02/17/chimp.attack/index.html"&gt;Link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did I say? what did I f**kin say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheeky-pankun-cute-killers.html"&gt;12/21/2008&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Pankun (Cute Killers) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgS0KgT5APc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgS0KgT5APc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 911 recording from the incident.&lt;br /&gt;Viewers' discretion: This recording is disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am trying to be sympathetic towards those hurt (the lady as well the chimp), please please please use your f**kin brains before keeping an exotic pet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-1473025749832101819?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1473025749832101819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/1473025749832101819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/tue-february-17-2009-cnn-woman-has-been.html' title='Chimp Attacks Lady.'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-7964512125858143223</id><published>2009-02-20T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:00:28.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COM206:  6 Stills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaCVlAMn_jI/AAAAAAAAArY/F5iLP1sZaR4/s1600-h/com206A2final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305404823983095346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaCVlAMn_jI/AAAAAAAAArY/F5iLP1sZaR4/s320/com206A2final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ7EDQu7OdI/AAAAAAAAArQ/s42f51v06bk/s1600-h/com206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" In a way, the way how we use our environment is similiar to the way some of us use toliet paper on a bad stomach day. If we keep using it without discretion, we'll run out of paper before we are done"&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/8259668-7964512125858143223?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7964512125858143223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/7964512125858143223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/com206-6-stills.html' title='COM206:  6 Stills'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SaCVlAMn_jI/AAAAAAAAArY/F5iLP1sZaR4/s72-c/com206A2final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-237570352885149363</id><published>2009-02-19T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:32:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Exploder-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ0KkLLAF_I/AAAAAAAAArA/ky0d30tOoVs/s1600-h/bullzilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304407552702814194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ0KkLLAF_I/AAAAAAAAArA/ky0d30tOoVs/s320/bullzilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear ye Fear ye!&lt;br /&gt;I am the Bullzilla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, this piece may also be entitled:&lt;br /&gt;202: Another week, Another mistake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-237570352885149363?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/237570352885149363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/237570352885149363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/master-exploder.html' title='Master Exploder-'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ0KkLLAF_I/AAAAAAAAArA/ky0d30tOoVs/s72-c/bullzilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-235685376209894844</id><published>2009-02-19T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:33:34.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZy6vK1jxEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5SrFTaM7xOw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304319780661216322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZy6vK1jxEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5SrFTaM7xOw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shireen =) =)&lt;br /&gt;you teh awesome~~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ0LLvg2gZI/AAAAAAAAArI/LBBsFXckDYM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304408232473035154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZ0LLvg2gZI/AAAAAAAAArI/LBBsFXckDYM/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-235685376209894844?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/235685376209894844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/235685376209894844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/angel.html' title='Angel-'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_eAbOUHnXz7o/SZy6vK1jxEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5SrFTaM7xOw/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259668.post-3613483280371003344</id><published>2009-02-15T18:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:49:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padankan aksi  yang berikut untuk nama yang sesuai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/trowaclown/sigh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/trowaclown/sigh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tan, Y.X, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how apt for the file named to titled 'Sigh'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259668-3613483280371003344?l=roastingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3613483280371003344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259668/posts/default/3613483280371003344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roastingfish.blogspot.com/2009/02/padankan-aksi-yang-berikut-untuk-nama.html' title='Padankan aksi  yang berikut untuk nama yang sesuai'/><author><name>F I S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05082858337687209788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
