<?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-5691543</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:32:59.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VENUS IN FUR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691543.post-2226126044782358973</id><published>2007-01-20T00:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:28:46.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the 326th post</title><summary type='text'>We have moved to a new address.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/2226126044782358973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/2226126044782358973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-326th-post.html' title='this is the 326th post'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-7139242670521501436</id><published>2006-12-17T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:53:50.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><summary type='text'>SO! I'm all packed and I'm ready to go. That's an old one from halloween, which was very anticlimatic. Happy holidays. Check back in January for photos, though I might decide to never blog again. Meantime, the best blogs of 2006 that you aren't reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/7139242670521501436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/7139242670521501436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_uktV9Zc9T6s/RYWvJvhh19I/AAAAAAAAAAM/eBmmelp0lp8/s72-c/halloween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691543.post-145647903245966068</id><published>2006-12-14T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:24:30.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for your consideration</title><summary type='text'>Oooh here's one cool thing we won't be able to see. Installation in the Pantheon that's only on till Dec 31st.6 hainanese chicken rice in 60 hours.What code doesn't do in real life (that it does in movies).Many many lists for those of you who love lists. Love the top 5 movie posters of 2006.Buy two shirts and get one free. I'm tempted.Battlestar Galacticsimpsons. Very very very cute. That said, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/145647903245966068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/145647903245966068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-your-consideration.html' title='for your consideration'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116545724693887145</id><published>2006-12-08T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:38:19.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still not snowing hard</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I last had a list.omgorgeous photos of the Beijing olympic stadium under construction.Genting is coming to Sentosa. ("So low class!"-Christina) ok I guess it's not that bad (as 8th wonder's). It just looks really generic. It's like a Pasir Ris NTUC resort, except bigger. I don't know why they keep touting Michael Graves as a starchitect, because he isn't one. Singapore</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116545724693887145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116545724693887145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-still-not-snowing-hard.html' title='it&apos;s still not snowing hard'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116526482716039961</id><published>2006-12-04T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:40:27.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to talk like ari</title><summary type='text'>This is for Mel!And this is for everyone who loves Ari Gold from Entourage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116526482716039961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116526482716039961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-talk-like-ari.html' title='i want to talk like ari'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116513052694483916</id><published>2006-12-03T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:25:23.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook stalk me</title><summary type='text'>Before the results for the sentosa resort is announced next week, I just want to say that I'll be very dissapointed if Kerzner doesn't win. Actually, I think I might not go to Sentosa again if any Genting wonderland pops up. It's not that I have anything against a regional brand... And the truth is, many people want them to win, according to a Straits Times poll.I just don't want a theme park </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116513052694483916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116513052694483916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/12/facebook-stalk-me.html' title='facebook stalk me'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116477523562835083</id><published>2006-11-28T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:37:01.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's mad hot</title><summary type='text'>You know what will make me really happy now? A pair of diesel jeans.Or watching Penelope Cruz in Volver.I find the poster for Little Children perfect. Its colors have a great tone and it looks more sinister than an average horror movie poster. The trailer is equally compelling, with its looming train chugs growing ever louder.Winter is so fucked.Anyway, NYTimes thinks that Irreplaceable is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116477523562835083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116477523562835083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-mad-hot.html' title='it&apos;s mad hot'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116440383460021865</id><published>2006-11-24T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:30:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"BE ADEQUITE"</title><summary type='text'>I still don't get the deal with dota. Why do people not get sick of playing it again and again? .. ok quick roundup: I watched the Departed last night. Why did everyone have to die? OOPS spoiler. Leo DiCaprio was great though. Lots of anger. And when did Mark Wahlberg start looking as fugly as his brother Donnie?.. It's thanksgiving and I'm working, something's not right. Thanksgiving dinner last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116440383460021865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116440383460021865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-adequite.html' title='&quot;BE ADEQUITE&quot;'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116374331941296496</id><published>2006-11-17T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:02:00.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hype is the new hype</title><summary type='text'>It pains me that I haven't seen any of the big award contender movies this year-- the Departed was an unfortunate miss in nyc, but hey, we did catch the Queen, which had the outstanding Helen Mirren. But now it seems that Martin Scorcese would be denied his acknowledgement once again-- a huge film is looming on the horizons-- Dreamgirls. If the studio plays their cards right, this would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116374331941296496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116374331941296496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/hype-is-new-hype.html' title='hype is the new hype'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116364983438049098</id><published>2006-11-15T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:03:54.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't shoot drugs, kids</title><summary type='text'>Guaranteed speechlessness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116364983438049098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116364983438049098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-shoot-drugs-kids.html' title='don&apos;t shoot drugs, kids'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116314118536589181</id><published>2006-11-10T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:46:25.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm missing out on h&amp;m</title><summary type='text'>So, this is a bit belated but let's give a hurray to Britney Spears. As Gawker put it, our two year long national nightmare is finally over. Yeah, Britney's single, Whitney's drug-free, the Democrats have majority in congress, Rumsfeld's resigned, it does seem like the times are a changing doesn't it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116314118536589181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116314118536589181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-missing-out-on-hm.html' title='i&apos;m missing out on h&amp;m'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116278480371074811</id><published>2006-11-05T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:46:43.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><summary type='text'>Tonight's episode of Desperate Housewives was pitch perfect--the script, the comedy, the tragedy, Felicity Huffman, even Teri Hatcher. The show has officially redeemed itself. I think it was one of the best episodes since the beginning. A must watch!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116278480371074811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116278480371074811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116274214801019223</id><published>2006-11-05T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:55:48.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tahiti party had so much sand</title><summary type='text'>This illustration firm has really neat paranomas that make really neat desktop wallpapers.Play line rider and watch the videos.Rapping paper for christmas.The shiny new orchard turn mall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116274214801019223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116274214801019223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/11/tahiti-party-had-so-much-sand.html' title='the tahiti party had so much sand'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116225641899053287</id><published>2006-10-30T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:07:23.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when good ideas go bad</title><summary type='text'>I bought a pair of adicolor sneakers a couple of weeks back. They're cool because you can change the color of the stripes. So last weekend, I decided that I had enough of red, yellow, green and blue stripes. To my dismay, some of the plastic stripes had broken inside the shoe, and I just could not get one of the green stripes out. It was a real engineering problem. I used a pair of scissors and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116225641899053287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116225641899053287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-good-ideas-go-bad.html' title='when good ideas go bad'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116218576414376422</id><published>2006-10-30T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:22:44.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>devastated</title><summary type='text'>Who wants to watch the first 4 minutes of Borat? I know that I do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116218576414376422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116218576414376422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/devastated.html' title='devastated'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116184811597236376</id><published>2006-10-26T03:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:35:16.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've found my true calling</title><summary type='text'>and that's to be in advertising. Today an ex creative director of a big ad firm talked to us in class. Her team was in charge of the mastercard campaign. Yeah, one of her people came up with the 'there are some things money can't buy, for everything else..' line. I thought it was cool that the ads have been running for nine years now. They have to find new ways of making it fresh-- they got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116184811597236376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116184811597236376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-found-my-true-calling.html' title='i&apos;ve found my true calling'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116175574577159740</id><published>2006-10-25T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:55:45.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody loves me it's true</title><summary type='text'>hahahaahhaha. This is today's WTF video. Justin Timberlake having meat (ham?) slapped on his face. Plus, Scarlett Johansson's cleavage is enormous. NSFW. I esp like how for every one person saying 'amazing rack' there'll be two others saying 'trashy slut'. Real mature people. Now this is worth seeing. Album covers attacking each other. Green Day's grenade blows up the world. What's not to like?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116175574577159740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116175574577159740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/nobody-loves-me-its-true.html' title='nobody loves me it&apos;s true'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116166377237029601</id><published>2006-10-24T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:22:52.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boo to all friendster whores</title><summary type='text'>the story of friendster's failure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116166377237029601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116166377237029601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo-to-all-friendster-whores.html' title='boo to all friendster whores'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116157183932958553</id><published>2006-10-22T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:50:39.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy</title><summary type='text'>brain and finger food for halloween!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116157183932958553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116157183932958553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/yummy.html' title='yummy'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116123375626550993</id><published>2006-10-19T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:55:56.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>make your bed the river young girl</title><summary type='text'>This advertisement is paintball on steroids.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116123375626550993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116123375626550993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-your-bed-river-young-girl.html' title='make your bed the river young girl'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-116089532197903373</id><published>2006-10-15T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:29:22.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the most tender place in my heart is for strangers</title><summary type='text'>I'm breaking my blog fast to tell you the following things.1. Battlestar: Galactica is Back and Better than ever. Both the first and third episodes had incredibly moving moments. And that is unusual for me. God, Edward James Olmos is good. He gives gravitas to even the most ordinary lines.2. Lucy Lawless is really hot. She's my new sex symbol. But not as hot as Scarlett Johansson and Dita Von </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116089532197903373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/116089532197903373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/most-tender-place-in-my-heart-is-for.html' title='the most tender place in my heart is for strangers'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115985533013938688</id><published>2006-10-03T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:02:10.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not afraid of you and i will beat your ass</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I can't believe it's true, but yes, desperate housewives is funny again. The second season's like a nightmare that passed.And second, the strokes concert 2 or 3 weeks ago was beyond awesome. The Cornell Daily Sun called it the best concert on campus in years. Yes, after all the hype and the backlash, I think it's great that they survived. Loved the psychedelic lights and the crowd--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115985533013938688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115985533013938688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-not-afraid-of-you-and-i-will-beat.html' title='i am not afraid of you and i will beat your ass'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115825427488879946</id><published>2006-09-14T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:00:10.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i watched at least</title><summary type='text'>4 hours of project runway yesterday and the night before, I watched 15 minutes of Breaking Up with Shannen Doherty.Cable rocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115825427488879946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115825427488879946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-watched-at-least.html' title='i watched at least'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115787031934985076</id><published>2006-09-10T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:38:39.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>post party conversation #2</title><summary type='text'>Cheewei: So, what do you think of today's party?Yingyi: It was damn fun!Yonglin: omph omph!YY: Luke just had his third omelette.CW: Luke, how's turning 22?LukE: Turning 22 is fantastic man. I'm freaking old.CW: Me too.YY: Omelettes make you hungrier, not fuller.YL: They line your stomach and tickle your backside.CW: Why are we always talking about food?Huangyu: Zhaomin owns all.Vicki: WE play 20 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115787031934985076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115787031934985076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-party-conversation-2.html' title='post party conversation #2'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115768523438258433</id><published>2006-09-07T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:57:08.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"U're beautiful.."</title><summary type='text'>I am rather dismayed at the prospect of losing all my mp3s AND my pictures now that I've sent my laptop away for repairs. I don't mind the mp3s actually; there's nothing better than a brand new start, but the pictures![ The most promising development in Singapore yet.. Gardens by the Bay. Winning proposals of Grant Associates and Gustafason Porter. ][ Why hasn't Nikka Costa ruled the world yet? ]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115768523438258433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115768523438258433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/ure-beautiful.html' title='&quot;U&apos;re beautiful..&quot;'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115726485443074137</id><published>2006-09-03T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:27:34.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stalking marat safin</title><summary type='text'>Yingyi: I think we need to get more girls to party with us.Cheewei: I agree.Joel: I'll party with you guys next Saturday.Yonglin: (silence)Huangyu: Call me when you guys find the girls.Cheewei: I want the donlon guy to be my friend.Yingyi: You never show me!Cheewei: Cuz you were walking way in front. I think I need to move back into the dorms.Yonglin: The cascada song is the ultimate party </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115726485443074137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115726485443074137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/09/stalking-marat-safin.html' title='stalking marat safin'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115654380494554821</id><published>2006-08-25T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:10:05.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been plunged into the dark ages</title><summary type='text'>Because my computer just died on me and I'm too broke to fix it now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115654380494554821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115654380494554821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-plunged-into-dark-ages.html' title='i&apos;ve been plunged into the dark ages'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115630909800699666</id><published>2006-08-22T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:57:40.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving house was a bitch.</title><summary type='text'>Not only did it take multiple trips from the summer apartment to the new house, I also spent more money in making life to come more comfortable. Like I bought two new pillows, a new chair, an ottoman, a full length mirror, a fan, speakers, a printer, a desk lamp, a dustbin. However ever ever, I hate my sheets. I thought it was greenish but it looks more like yellow under the light. I'm going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115630909800699666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115630909800699666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-house-was-bitch.html' title='Moving house was a bitch.'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115579789519232229</id><published>2006-08-17T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:58:15.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a slow news day</title><summary type='text'>[ Threadless is having $10 back-to-school sale! Save me, I'm on fire. I just bought 4 t shirts. ][ Uncrate is my dream come true. It's like all the useful stuff from men's magazines condensed, without all the distracting advertisements. ][ Crazy angry women are so sexy. I mean it. ][ And another tshirt appreciation site. Because you can never have too many tshirts. ][ Bob Dylan name checking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115579789519232229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115579789519232229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-slow-news-day.html' title='it&apos;s a slow news day'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115558897455210418</id><published>2006-08-14T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:18:10.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no diggity, i try to bag it up</title><summary type='text'>[ Stream Paris Hilton's album here. I think it's a grower. ]We're reaching a milestone here. Three years this blog has survived! Well, I think I've come a long way. HAAH. I'm glad I was doing this before the blog explosion. Shortly before anyway. So I didn't jump onto the bandwagon. (14) Back then, I was typing in lower case, there was more personal stuff and Blogger didn't have a click and add </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115558897455210418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115558897455210418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-diggity-i-try-to-bag-it-up.html' title='no diggity, i try to bag it up'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115549989302845127</id><published>2006-08-13T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:11:33.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woah it's already time to wear a jacket at night</title><summary type='text'>The new house is still relatively uninhabited; I haven't even started packing my stuff in my summer sublet place. The dining table's rotting, so we'd have to get a new one, and shift the sofa over so that we'll have dining space. We're going to get a tv in time to watch prison break's new season. We also have magnetic poetry (13) on the fridge. I would love to put a couple of disco balls up on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115549989302845127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115549989302845127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/woah-its-already-time-to-wear-jacket.html' title='woah it&apos;s already time to wear a jacket at night'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115535170646250683</id><published>2006-08-11T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:50:42.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is one long boring weekend</title><summary type='text'>[ Who knew? Before there were snakes on a plane, there was Scooby Doo on the plane? I'm not a huge fan of Ms Swan in MADTv but she is funny in this airplane skit. (11) ][ And just because I love lists of all kinds, Television Without Pity's tubey award winners (the more interesting ones, to me that is):Best Performance by an Inanimate Object... Arrested Development - Franklin (Runner-up House - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115535170646250683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115535170646250683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-is-one-long-boring-weekend.html' title='summer is one long boring weekend'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115517877008139252</id><published>2006-08-09T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:26:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 my new house</title><summary type='text'>[ 10 years from now, I predict that cities on earth will have their own virtual counterparts, which are their own living and breathing entities. Buildings, people, traffic translated into bytes. You would no longer have to travel to places physically. This is a preview of a new computer game:Via Digitally Distributed Environments, which also documents efforts underway to further enhance google </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115517877008139252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115517877008139252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-3-my-new-house.html' title='i &lt;3 my new house'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115500277194045132</id><published>2006-08-07T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:06:26.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, apparently,</title><summary type='text'>I can't influence anyone to like my music.The late great DJ John Peel was well known for his eclectic taste in music, and he's been crucial in bringing many unknown bands into the mainstream. I happen to have a compilation he did, the only one he did, and at the very end of the cd he slipped in his favorite song of all time-- Teenage Kicks by the Undertones. I have never heard the song before, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115500277194045132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115500277194045132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-apparently.html' title='So, apparently,'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115441297347909104</id><published>2006-08-01T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:06:48.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the sugar loaf mountain</title><summary type='text'>First things first, a mixtape for you to download.. Songs (4) perfect for a warm balmy night like this, or a romp on the beach. An ode, if you will, to the ending summer, to our dreams of lounging about in Rio, cocktail in hand, gawking at the Sugar Loaf mountain.. and lastly, to more days of hedonistic pleasure. I so want to go to a water theme park right now. Screw 325!ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115441297347909104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115441297347909104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/08/sugar-loaf-mountain.html' title='the sugar loaf mountain'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115406583100070704</id><published>2006-07-28T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:07:07.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an awkward morning beats a boring night</title><summary type='text'>Fucking great (greatly fucked), I don't know what's gotten into me, but lately I've been feeling guilty that I'm not acing my classes like people from previous batches. They've been getting A+s all the way and the rebellious part of me has, for the past year, rejected any form of grade consciousness. I haven't studied as much as I should have, I refused to discuss exam questions after the exam (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115406583100070704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115406583100070704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/awkward-morning-beats-boring-night.html' title='an awkward morning beats a boring night'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115371606856547943</id><published>2006-07-24T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:41:08.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a brat</title><summary type='text'>Crap, I broke the cycle. I didn't run tonight.Here are my various excuses.I wasted too much time over the weekend. I did had wonderful msn conversations that seemed to last for days, interrupted only by sleep.. XY: Are u guys high-life talking again? If u are i'm out of the conversation..There's also nothing like pre-midterm panic that made me finish reading one chapter of the textbook and one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115371606856547943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115371606856547943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-brat.html' title='i&apos;m a brat'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115351484099010622</id><published>2006-07-21T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:55:15.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in bloom</title><summary type='text'>What did I tell you? The Lady in the Water is M Night Shyamalan's worst reviewed movie to date. Its ratings rank among the likes of Garfield: A Tale of Two Kitties.Anyway, our resident chef Junchen cooked the most out of this world dinner yesterday. There was chrysanthemun tea, pork ribs with espresso sauce, egg noodles, two different types of steamed fish, drunken chicken and my favorite dessert</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115351484099010622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115351484099010622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-bloom.html' title='in bloom'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115327346355022161</id><published>2006-07-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:00:46.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heat wave</title><summary type='text'>There are only a few ways to combat a deadly hot day such as the one we had yesterday.1. Head to the nearest waterfall/creek to soak in the water. Nevermind I had to swim around with a few other dogs, the jacuzzi like experience under the waterfall was worth it. Actually, it wasn't that great; the rocks under the opaque water were of different heights and you wouldn't dare kick around so much.2. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115327346355022161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115327346355022161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/heat-wave.html' title='heat wave'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115310902047453974</id><published>2006-07-16T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:03:40.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in addition,</title><summary type='text'>it's been a hot day.I have been playing a lot of dance music lately because a) I haven't been to a club since last year and b) I fantasize about being a disc jockey. I'm dying to get two remixes in particular: Timo Maas' remix of Tori Amos' Don't Make Me Come to Vegas and Jacques lu Cont's remix of Missy Elliott's Lose Control. Jacques lu Cont can do no wrong; he's got the midas touch I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115310902047453974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115310902047453974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-addition.html' title='in addition,'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115307225319204633</id><published>2006-07-16T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:54:33.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend, another festival</title><summary type='text'>What better way to spend a weekend than to visit the Finger Lakes wine festival?It was a good deal, considering that you get free flow of alcohol for 30 dollars. The downside was that it was a 45 minute drive away, and we had to decide who was sober enough to drive us back. We thought that the police would get every car's driver to take a breathalyser test on the way out, but that didn't happen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115307225319204633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115307225319204633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-weekend-another-festival.html' title='another weekend, another festival'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115250799605156638</id><published>2006-07-10T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:22:36.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a degustation of sexy voices</title><summary type='text'>I dig female singers most of all. The very best of them aren't mortals; they are goddesses. You don't even have to take my word for it-- youtube users shall provide the commentary.Tori Amos - The Waitress"yet another orgasmic performance! :)""nice. I didn't realize this was the 'eat my pussy' incident.""I have goosebumps... oh my god! Tori is a goddess!"Garbage vs Peaches - a very nice mashup of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115250799605156638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115250799605156638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/degustation-of-sexy-voices_10.html' title='a degustation of sexy voices'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115242314341743390</id><published>2006-07-08T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:48:11.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna puke turkey</title><summary type='text'>Best worst idea: A $1.5 million magnetic bed. Imagine what it does to your body piercings.Here's this week's report from I-town, y'all.- I am absolutely bored with school, but physics lab is rather simple (um, standing waves are so cool) and we don't have to submit any lab report. Woowee.- The 5hr driving prelicensing course was intense. We had to sit on our wooden chairs for that duration, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115242314341743390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115242314341743390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-gonna-puke-turkey.html' title='I&apos;m gonna puke turkey'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115186917729771259</id><published>2006-07-02T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:08:22.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the evidence of its brilliance</title><summary type='text'>If Madonna ever tours again, I would pay 350 bucks for the front row seat and drag the biggest cynic down with me. For that woman really knows how to put on a show. In summary, I had uh hrm, a very choice seat (see pic) and could therefore not see anything on the gigantic screen on stage. Her back was facing my side most of the time. Even the OHP screen way up is inverted. But there isn't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115186917729771259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115186917729771259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-evidence-of-its-brilliance.html' title='in the evidence of its brilliance'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115155172258018162</id><published>2006-06-28T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:37:04.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes on a Plane, dude.</title><summary type='text'>Guys,Snakes on a Plane is the biggest movie of this year. Why? Because there are snakes. On a plane! With Samuel L Jackson! haa. ok.I am endorsing this movie even though when I first heard of it, I thought that has got to be the dumbest movie title ever. But things change. The internet buzz is big enough to make this film blair witch no. 2. Even before it is out, people have proclaimed it to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115155172258018162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115155172258018162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/snakes-on-plane-dude.html' title='Snakes on a Plane, dude.'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115128829105531819</id><published>2006-06-25T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:43:19.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's back</title><summary type='text'>and so is Christina. I think the 15sec long clip of Justin Timberlake's new song is insanely catchy, in the milkshake sort of way. Christina Aguilera's trying to be Marilyn Monroe and soul belter all at once. Bring on the summer hits!School started and it's rather intense. We're doing two and a half weeks' worth of syllabus in one. Add to that the sections, labs, and I am really appalled that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115128829105531819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115128829105531819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/justins-back.html' title='Justin&apos;s back'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115119998509172895</id><published>2006-06-24T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:36:54.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok let's get this over with</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of writing linearly; let's play match da pictures.   The Lourve pyramid; went on a free sunday. You could queue in the underground area leading to the inverted pyramid or outside here, in the hot sun. Paris was hot, literally. Sun was out every day, and yet people were still well decked in jackets and blazers. Oh and Paris Hilton's song is kinda catchy too.   Eiffel Tower. It was too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115119998509172895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115119998509172895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-lets-get-this-over-with.html' title='ok let&apos;s get this over with'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115095148273483326</id><published>2006-06-22T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:44:42.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one flew over the cuckoo nest</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to do one big thing a day, ie doing the driving theory test, but today was totally wasted on an afternoon nap. Speaking of the driving theory, they rejected me and I couldn't take the test. Seems that there is something wrong with my i-20 documents and such. Maybe they haven't processed it and the documents are still at the airport. And the lines were really long and slow. I think they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115095148273483326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115095148273483326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-flew-over-cuckoo-nest.html' title='one flew over the cuckoo nest'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115061818022801874</id><published>2006-06-17T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:19:01.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal Wash Zoe Book Simon River Kaylee Inara Jayne</title><summary type='text'>What can I show you of London that you haven't already seen?I don't like holidays much. Firstly, they make me feel useless, like I'm doing absolutely nothing with my life. I just got back from watching a world cup match, well not really, it was half time and I got bored. Life is pretty rountine now. I get up, get breakfast, do some errands (bank, haircut, groceries), watch something, hang out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115061818022801874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115061818022801874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/mal-wash-zoe-book-simon-river-kaylee.html' title='Mal Wash Zoe Book Simon River Kaylee Inara Jayne'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115043633056512928</id><published>2006-06-16T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:38:50.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Santorini is the most Greecish part of Greece</title><summary type='text'>I first heard of Santorini when I googled "white buildings with blue roofs". I got that image in my mind, somehow, probably from postcards of the Mediterranean. Anyway I was determined to go there, to that somewhere where the skies are always blue and the walls are all white. It's like my vegas with less flash. Turns out that there are many other Greek islands too, but Santorini still topped the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115043633056512928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115043633056512928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/santorini-is-most-greecish-part-of.html' title='Santorini is the most Greecish part of Greece'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115033057625219132</id><published>2006-06-14T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:56:17.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost died on the first day in Athens</title><summary type='text'>It's true.After a long day of walking around (getting sidetracked by spanish pimp and russian hooker) and negotiating with the hotel to let me crash Christina's and Estelle's hotel room (tried and failed), I settled down on my bed in that hotel and plugged in the european adapter, only to be fried. Glad I survived. I know you are too.The subway system is a scam. There are no gates to go through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115033057625219132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115033057625219132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-almost-died-on-first-day-in-athens.html' title='I almost died on the first day in Athens'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-115024875855313021</id><published>2006-06-13T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:38:52.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my wisdom tooth to go away</title><summary type='text'>MY ENTIRE lower jaw is hurting again. The pain comes and goes and was the reason why I couldn't sleep on my flight back to new york. That said, the curry on air india was really good. It was so spicy, my nose became moist. However, the same could not be said for the yoghurt and the air stewardess. First I asked for a pen to fill up my immigration forms, but that didn't come. Then later, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115024875855313021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/115024875855313021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-want-my-wisdom-tooth-to-go-away.html' title='I want my wisdom tooth to go away'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114976272675690115</id><published>2006-06-08T05:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T06:34:41.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Gabriel, remember remember th stblshmnt?</title><summary type='text'>Still in london. Much fewer photos this time because I'm not with any fellow photo whore. In fact, having nobody to take pictures of mememe at tourist attractions downright sucks.Anyway, to appease the likes of Sarah, here's round 1: FOOD PORN!!Tomato balls of Santorini. Delish. With nice view of the caldera behind.Spaghetti, some lamb gyros. Pita bread. Stuffed calamari. We thought it'd be those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114976272675690115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114976272675690115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/06/jack-and-gabriel-remember-remember-th.html' title='Jack and Gabriel, remember remember th stblshmnt?'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114888158886640810</id><published>2006-05-29T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:46:28.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No tag = no motivation to post</title><summary type='text'>Leaving in 5 hours. See y'all in 2 weeks.Bitch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114888158886640810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114888158886640810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-tag-no-motivation-to-post.html' title='No tag = no motivation to post'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114869624007833744</id><published>2006-05-26T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:17:20.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><summary type='text'>Could it be true? I have survived 5 days of not eating out and cooking my own dinner? It really helps that there's lots of meat in the apartment I'm subletting that has to be eaten before it starts to rot. I haven't yet tried those fancy premixed packets though. All I had was fried bacon, ham, minced meat with lots of sauces, chicken floss, fried bacon, some steamed egg. There were some minor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114869624007833744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114869624007833744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/summertime_26.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114853209848840654</id><published>2006-05-25T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:41:38.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IMBA</title><summary type='text'>Tonight's lost finale was imba. Although I didn't watch the whole season two, which I thought was too draggy and offered nothing new, I still hoped that something exciting would happen tonight. I was right and wrong. There was the recap episode which just made me ask more questions, and then for the first one and a half hour of the finale, nothing happened. The same old bumming in the hatch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114853209848840654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114853209848840654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/imba.html' title='IMBA'/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114835100869676281</id><published>2006-05-22T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:43:08.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLIDAYUsed to look forward to school holidays with a mixture of anticipation and dread, because they come with a three part cycle. First I get really happy and take out my toys and go out. Next I get really bored and watch everything on tv. Then I begin to think about the meaning of life and wish for time to stop and school to not start.But they are still great. I've been, over the past three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114835100869676281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114835100869676281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/holiday-used-to-look-forward-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114810745301857337</id><published>2006-05-19T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:33:37.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have a theory that winter lasts for 8 months of the year here. The temperature started dropping in october and now that it's may, it's still 8 degrees at night. That's 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 months. This is revenge for last year's drought. But seriously, good things only last for 4 months. The bridge that takes us from campus to college town was only open for a while before they closed it again for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114810745301857337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114810745301857337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-have-theory-that-winter-lasts-for-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114788840513961716</id><published>2006-05-17T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:53:27.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realized I haven't emphasized the distance I have to walk to and from school everyday. My dorm is on the left most corner in the distance, somewhere before the two taller blocks. The engineering quad is about 5cm to the right of the right edge of the picture. But I'm not complaining.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114788840513961716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114788840513961716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-realized-i-havent-emphasized.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114780697236620824</id><published>2006-05-16T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:44:25.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>{intermission}This layout has been here for over a year now; it's about time to change it. I remember the first one had a white background with red trimmings, and then I changed it to something I don't recall, and then this. Too bad retro is over.Next to my 203 textbook, my econ text has the 2nd most-likely-to-crack-you-up examples. Here's one, it saysAbercrombie's factory produces a toxic waste </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114780697236620824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114780697236620824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/intermission-this-layout-has-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114771591745835636</id><published>2006-05-15T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:51:45.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 3 of exams.The biggest news today wasn't that Floridians are afraid of alligator attacks or that Jodie Foster quoted enimem at the uPenn commencement, it's that Thom Yorke is going to release a solo album. It's about time man. Word has it that one of the songs black swan will play over the credits of Richard Linklater's a scanner darkly. .. I've been looking forward to that film, not least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114771591745835636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114771591745835636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-3-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114762980879456412</id><published>2006-05-14T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:18:05.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my brainspace there is a place reserved for pondering on two particular eternal questions--1. Wtf is britney spears thinking? Getting pregnant again after barely giving birth?2. WTF is dubai doing?Yea we all know this place is way over the top-- a couple of phallus shaped manmade islands, a ski resort in the desert, the world's tallest building, but there's new schizz that's completely insane.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114762980879456412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114762980879456412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-my-brainspace-there-is-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i2.tinypic.com/wvzxhc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691543.post-114747177258317194</id><published>2006-05-12T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:11:24.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2 of exams.OMG fourier series. I bet late last night most people who took math today were still up figuring out what the whole chapter was about. Either that or they have already given up. Apparently today there were people sitting at their seat with arms folded, waiting for time to pass. I've never been to an exam feeling so overwhelmed and under prepared. Noone knew how to do the last few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114747177258317194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114747177258317194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-2-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114737094816417115</id><published>2006-05-11T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:09:08.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 1 of exams.A few days ago, I was distracted from studying by kitsch magazine, which is one of the many student run magazines. It was actually a good read, and had an article about lucid dreaming, which is basically knowing that you're in a dream and having the power to manipulate events. I've been convinced that I am capable of lucid dreaming. Sometimes I have a mental conversation before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114737094816417115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114737094816417115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-1-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114663726066150456</id><published>2006-05-03T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:24:39.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so unbelievably behind time right now, but I have to write some stuff before I forget them. I don't see how I depress people. Haha. Actually something like this might: I'm going to europe in summer.. Athens, Paris and London.But look at both sides of the coin: I don't know what I'll be doing just because everyone there is having exams. After this I'm going to take a break from expensive far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114663726066150456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114663726066150456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-unbelievably-behind-time-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114612349337781563</id><published>2006-04-27T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T04:36:43.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No post till I get my franz ferdinand pictures from denise (probably never), or till I get less busy. Swear I will not check my camera anymore at the checking room. Meanwhile, miniature photos are so last month. Feast your eyes on hdr images, in brilliant high definition colors. An imaging technology that adds shots of different exposures to something greater than the sum of its parts.[The prada </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114612349337781563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114612349337781563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-post-till-i-get-my-franz-ferdinand.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114464546273822928</id><published>2006-04-10T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:04:22.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FRANZ FERDINAND WAS AWWWWESSSOOOMMMEEE!!!big hugs and good luck to kim for getting the madonna tickets!!!OKhas anyone been to spain or athens/mediterranean region.travel advice needed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114464546273822928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114464546273822928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/04/franz-ferdinand-was-awwwwesssooommmeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114438512885532906</id><published>2006-04-07T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:51:11.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuz we're living in a material world...I can't find anyone who would want to go to the madonna concert in June. Understably, not many people are big enough a fan to fork out at least 70 bucks to go. I was never a big fan of madonna until I saw her on live8, where she single handedly made 20000 people clap in unison. No one else even comes close. I am now prepared to go alone because 1) she's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114438512885532906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114438512885532906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/04/cuz-were-living-in-material-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114397289414999692</id><published>2006-04-02T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:04:39.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just couldn't resist. It's 6am!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114397289414999692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114397289414999692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-couldnt-resist.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114394986799735175</id><published>2006-04-01T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:39:17.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a new lomowall. really, morris keith and mel, they look better smaller. i want a new not so cranky lomo that actually gives me 36 out of 36 pictures. Click here to go.and an old favorite.Guess where.The latest thing that has gotten my goat is tilt shift photography, which takes surreal everyday shots and make them look like miniatures with the use of special lens. For example, the work of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114394986799735175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114394986799735175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-new-lomowall.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114378007392032854</id><published>2006-03-30T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:42:21.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone still watch american idol?I thought Chris Daughtry did an awesome version of Johnny Cash's I walk the line. It's not as original as it sounds, though, because it's similar to the band live's version, but still great nonetheless.You just know that Mandisa won't win. Paris was impressive at the start, but now it's just hit and miss. Elliott is not too bad; I liked his gavin degraw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114378007392032854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114378007392032854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/does-anyone-still-watch-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114360330350777839</id><published>2006-03-28T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:35:03.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The break is over and it looks like it's finaaaaly starting to warm up. Look, 15 deg on thursday and 17 on friday, now that is really really hot weather. Which means I have to downgrade my jacket. Which means I have to get new sandals. Which means it is time to buy more summer clothing. I'm glad I went to providence and boston, not only because I had an extremely good time chilling out but also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114360330350777839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114360330350777839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/break-is-over-and-it-looks-like-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114293104469399317</id><published>2006-03-21T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:50:44.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I clocked 12 hours of sleep last night. Woot! I got woken up by the service people, who were knocking loudly on every door. When they came to my room, I jumped out of bed while they barged right in. Thank goodness I wasn't naked.Decided to get off of my ass and go for run. I don't think I'll run again till it gets above 10 deg. Turns out, jogging in -5 and wind ain't fun. I was also afraid of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114293104469399317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114293104469399317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-clocked-12-hours-of-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114263744560506765</id><published>2006-03-17T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:25:47.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPRING BREAK (continued)The friday before spring break is also st patrick's day. And it's also dragon day. See how they pack holidays and celebrations together to make us go to school more times than we really need to?Dragon day is an old school tradition; it's our mardi gras. Every year, the architects team up to build a dragon, which they'll parade around campus. The engineers, on the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114263744560506765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114263744560506765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-continued-friday-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114263328698349892</id><published>2006-03-17T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:23:05.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPRING BREAK!wow thank goodness it's finally here. This week I broke my record and slept at 5am after working on a presentation. I thought it was really cool, cuz I filmed a commercial to sell what we made in the project and I edited it to look like a 80s infomercial. Paula Abdul's 'straight up' came in handy for the soundtrack.   I finished the first season of weeds and I thought it was funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114263328698349892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114263328698349892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-wow-thank-goodness-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114141241451139921</id><published>2006-03-03T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:00:14.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night time in winter. Not very spectacular, because the only spectacular place is the arts quad and I wouldn't want to walk all the way there.A frozen cascade:Perhaps if this lake is frozen enough we'd be able to walk across it:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114141241451139921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114141241451139921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-time-in-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114135358822481888</id><published>2006-03-02T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:39:48.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh boy. Just when I thought I had already hit rock bottom, I began staying in school all day till like 2am doing projects and then coming home and staying up the rest of the night to do more work. And I started to skip the first lecture of the day, which is bad cuz I think they're taking attendance by having us submit scraps of paper at the end every time.Thurdays afternoons and nights I love the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114135358822481888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114135358822481888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114075642294128157</id><published>2006-02-23T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:47:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phew, this had been a tough week. One that had left me getting back to my room at nearly midnight and doing homework till 4 almost everyday.Yes, it's official, I have turned into a mugger toad.Anyway, I was looking at some cool treehouses and I have a cool idea for one too. Well you know how when you have a full bowl of water and you make a splash in it and the epheremal moment is captured on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114075642294128157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114075642294128157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/phew-this-had-been-tough-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114032740832584138</id><published>2006-02-19T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:40:38.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst snowboarding day ever. There were strong gusts of wind and the slopes were icy and hard. Each fall is like twice as bad as on a normal day. I still can't do the obstacle course in which you have to go left and right in a path between poles. Yeah I think like it's SOC.. I have a permanent life problem with obstacle courses. My whole head froze and so did my hands and toes. Heck, I can't even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114032740832584138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114032740832584138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-snowboarding-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114024919027367099</id><published>2006-02-18T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T04:27:38.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>***Tobias: Although, perhaps I should call the "Hot Cops" and tell them to come up with something more nautically themed. Hot Sailors. Better yet, Hot Seam...Michael: I like Hot Sailors.Tobias: Hmm. Me, too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114024919027367099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114024919027367099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/tobias-although-perhaps-i-should-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-114024848023893390</id><published>2006-02-18T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:41:20.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STrEEss.ok ok I just deleted a whole paragraph of whining. Do i say that a lot-- that I edit my complaints? It's all xinyi's fault by the way, she makes me self conscious about whining. But I still feel like getting it out here, cuz writing a diary always helps in figuring things out right.I'm super emo again! I think it's my period. It ebbs and flows and now it's coming back in full force! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114024848023893390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/114024848023893390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/streess.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113980336224548950</id><published>2006-02-12T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:02:42.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My neck feels twisted.My back is stiff.Someone punched me in the chest.My knees hurt like hell. My ass aches.I can't straighten my fingers.This is the aftermath of snowboarding, which surely must rank among the 3 most fun things to do in any lifetime, along with sitting on a rollercoaster and watching arrested development..Time to nerd out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113980336224548950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113980336224548950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-neck-feels-twisted.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113947080099919052</id><published>2006-02-09T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:40:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noone's showing love for madonna?Anyway she's drop-drop-dropping in my list too, after watching her uninspired grammy performance. As morris would say, none too impressive.I've been telling people that at 30 I would go open a club and you are all my potential partners/investors. hah. So here's prototype #1, which I've sketched out and shall attempt to reproduce here in words. I've only figured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113947080099919052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113947080099919052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/noones-showing-love-for-madonna-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113894438201894237</id><published>2006-02-03T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:47:44.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry in advance for the loading time.So, two weeks of school have passed and I would like to fulfil my whine quota this month.But not now,because I just found out yesterday that franz ferdinand and death cab for cutie are coming to cornell in april!!YAY YAY..it's not that often that bands come to such a secluded place. Either they're so unknown that I can't get people to go with me, such as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113894438201894237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113894438201894237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-in-advance-for-loading-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113775609729983340</id><published>2006-01-20T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:21:37.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113775360781753060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_113775360781753060.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113775138746743246</id><published>2006-01-20T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T05:06:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113775138746743246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113775138746743246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113774714494007249</id><published>2006-01-20T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T04:05:08.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113774714494007249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113774714494007249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_113774714494007249.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113774506189820153</id><published>2006-01-20T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T03:17:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113774506189820153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113774506189820153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113513040712036077</id><published>2005-12-20T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:00:07.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WINTER BREAK!nyc rocks, but being there when the transport system is on strike is hell. instead of getting 2 dollar (wonderfully grimy) subway rides, we have to take 15 dollar cabs that spend an hour crawling in the jam. so i'm really glad that strikes are illegal in singapore.i did so many things these past four days, but i gotta go down and search for water purification pills.ground zero.the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113513040712036077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113513040712036077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-break-nyc-rocks-but-being-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113453142735421569</id><published>2005-12-13T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:37:07.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORDS OF THE DAYCathartic: putting all my notes and scraps of foolscap in a shoe box. No more com science and no more nanotech!Botoxed: when my face is numb from walking in -14C temperatures and it feels like someone sawed off my jaw and put in a metallic one. E-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113453142735421569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113453142735421569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/12/words-of-day-cathartic-putting-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113420830990633879</id><published>2005-12-10T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T13:54:30.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are two more finals to go and i'm already getting distracted. hmmph. I think today wasn't a very good day-- I slept through dinner and some of the afternoon, I watched desperate housewives (finally something happens! it was getting really boring), and now i'm the only person left in the study lounge. The only time I took a break was last night. Like, the only people here are the koreans, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113420830990633879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113420830990633879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-are-two-more-finals-to-go-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113374840972554784</id><published>2005-12-04T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:08:23.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NUMBERS!10 mins till the laundry is done means no need to study for 10 mins!9 days to long awaited movie / desperate housewives / prison break marathon!80 big red bucks left for snacks and drinks at bearnecessities.7 hmm nevermind, laundry time..6 hours clocked at the morgue today.. some work done, finally.50 gigs i'm sharing on dc++.4 hours spent at the salsa party yesterday.. but i think the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113374840972554784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113374840972554784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/12/numbers-10-mins-till-laundry-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113307097355482620</id><published>2005-11-27T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:56:13.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving break was a good respite because everyone went home and I had the whole room to myself. Wed- I tried to do some homework in the library but gave up after a while. The dining halls had closed and we had to order from peace restaurant from collegetown, which had weird charsiew.. I really like Wendy's though. niceniceburgers..Thu- Snowed overnight, I got up at like 1pm, the first time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113307097355482620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113307097355482620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-break-was-good-respite.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113203814581500954</id><published>2005-11-15T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T02:13:59.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, i think talking about work is really boring. it's like reading about med school people going for their cytoplasmic tutorials and cadaver explorations. i don't know why i'm here, don't know why i'm not sleeping, i have a test on java tomorrow. anyway the lesson i learnt is, never tell people your grades, especially the good ones. see after i said i got high marks for the last paper, she gives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113203814581500954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113203814581500954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-i-think-talking-about-work-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-113036059748778324</id><published>2005-10-26T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:03:17.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh. my. god. the most fucked up thing happened today. It goes like this: After class a few of us ran for the bus as it was about to leave the bus stop and then after us this lady came on. The bus driver told her to step off as there was a yellow line near the door and the bus was pretty packed with people, but she refused because clearly, we could snuggle up towards the back. &amp; so after that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113036059748778324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/113036059748778324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-112924876667269658</id><published>2005-10-13T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:53:39.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jia lat. My grades are so bad, I think I'm gonna get a warning letter at the end of the semester. Maybe I'll blame it on 2 years of ns and say that I got stupid. I'm sure everyone's complaining about the same things, that they're very stressed and they can barely keep up and they have no life besides mugging in the library and in the room, so there's no point adding to the complaints. However, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/112924876667269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/112924876667269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/jia-lat.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5691543.post-112832371760471797</id><published>2005-10-03T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T03:15:17.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zhenjn [ brownie factory ] says:post photo !I know it looks like I'm living a very decadent life and travelling more than studying but I am really behind on my work now and I am rather stressed. I screwed up one of my prelims. I am spending a lot of money. But then all the road trips were totally worth it. I miss new york city-- there is no other place I would rather be. I swear after the 6 years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/112832371760471797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691543/posts/default/112832371760471797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusinfur.blogspot.com/2005/10/zhenjn-brownie-factory-says-post-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Be Nasty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13152891064749710175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
