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March 29, 2006

Flashback : Week 10 Assignment

I couldn't upload my online slideshow so i burned you a CD. Hope you remember. It's the coldplay one.

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March 25, 2006

Flashback : Week 9 Assignment

Volume Slider
Cuppy Cake Song Volume Slider
Cuppy Cake Song Volume Slider FLA File

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March 24, 2006

Bitch Posse by Martha O'Connor

"Want to put the puzzle together?
Your weakness is your strength.
Lose your mind to find your heart.
Through rage, make peace.
Dig deep. Make it hurt. Make it bleed."

-- from the Bitch Posse Notebook

I must come clean with you. I am not a fan of Chick Lit, nor am I a fan of anything that is written in reaction to Chick Lit. I tend to shy away from anything with an excess of pink on the cover or a title that sounds overly hip or kitschy to make a point. Furthermore, I grow bored with books about shopping or shoes or women in their "Sex and the City" quest to buck the male-dominated society while still managing to "find" a suitable man who fits into their cookie cutter version of reformed-bad-boy-turned-sensitive-and-responsible (yet still blazing in bed!) perfection. Frankly, I find this type of blathering somewhat tiresome in life, so why would I want to spend my free time reading about it…even if I do happen to be on the beach?

Every once in a blue moon, however, I come across a book that in some way, shape, or form seems like a not-too-distant bedfellow to the aforementioned genre of Chick Lit/reaction-to-Chick-Lit Lit, and (gasp!) I actually enjoy reading it. Such was the case when I picked up Martha O'Connor's debut novel, THE BITCH POSSE. Yes, bare skin is shown on the cover, and sure, there happens to be a pink stripe off to the right of said bare skin, and of course the two women who belong to (once again) the bare skin happen to be sitting erotically close to each other. Fine. Now that I've pointed out that the externals of this book seem to represent everything I dislike about contemporary women's fiction, I will admit that I found my reading experience to be quite unabashedly satisfying.

THE BITCH POSSE chronicles the crisscrossed lives of three young women, first as seniors in high school, then as "grown-up" women in their mid-30s. As the point-of-view bounces from one girl to the other, back and forth between 1988 (their senior year) and 2003 (the present), the muddled puzzle begins to slowly piece together until, ultimately, readers are left with a no-holds barred, fully disclosed "Aha!" moment at the novel's conclusion. As we turn the last page, we not only uncover the dastardly, unmentionable secret that each girl has been separately yet collectively guarding since high school, but we also must grapple with the gritty, peeled back version of what each girl's life has unfortunately become and therefore fall witness to the fallibility of life, the indelibility of choices, and the delicate nature of the human spirit.

O'Connor's characters are anything but flat. Although a bit stereotypical at times and a tad over-the-top at others, most, if not all of the people we meet in the book, are vibrant (albeit twisted) and full of personality. The members of the badass Bitch Posse --- Rennie (the smart one who has an affair with her married drama teacher), Cherry (the cool one with the coke addict mother and the boyfriend who sometimes gets a little too rough during sex), and Amy (the reformed beauty queen/popular chick with the alcoholic parents, the super indulged retarded sister, and the not-so-surprising Xanax addiction) --- are exactly what we'd expect from a trio of no-nonsense, till-death-do-us-part friends. They are brash, equally outspoken in their own way, and are ready to take on the world no matter what the cost --- especially now that they've cemented their friendship by slicing their arms and dripping blood into glass jars. Ouch.

Fifteen years later, however, the girls are far from empowered…or friends. The once hot-to-trot Rennie is on the other side of a New York Times bestselling first novel with nothing but drivel to show for the follow-up. Instead, she's teaching at some second-rate college and having scandalous affairs with younger men who don't know any better. Amy is desperately trying to keep up appearances by living a so-called squeaky-clean, gingham clad life in the suburbs with her supposedly devoted husband and pending baby, inaptly named Lucky. I guess the combination of his affair and Lucky's death didn't quite mesh with her presupposed equation. Craziest of all, Cherry has firmly planted herself in a mental institution and spends most of her days doing measly arts and crafts with her fellow nut-job patients. Not exactly the embodiment of strength that she once was.

What happened to these three, you ask? What caused them to break the bloodied bonds that were so fervidly formed many years prior? Why, that dark, salacious secret, of course --- the night that could never be forgotten and the split-second decision that would change the course of their lives forever. It is this gnawing riddle that keeps the pulse of THE BITCH POSSE going at top speed, prompting even this most jaded reviewer to stay up until the wee hours of the night just to find out what happened next.

All in all, Martha O'Connor's first book is a thrilling ride and a searing look into the lives of three girls turned women as they scratch, scrape, and slash their way through existence. Aside from the author's excessive use of profanity and frequent scenes of hard-hitting sexuality (pun intended), THE BITCH POSSE is one chick novel you are sure not to forget.

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March 22, 2006

Flashback : Week 8 Assignment

Rainbow Keys
Rainbow Keys SWF File
Rainbow Keys FLA File

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March 21, 2006

Weekend

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak, are you smart

But don't change you hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's
Each day is valentine's day

Everyone who has never seen the Talented Mr. Ripley should go out and get the DVD NOW! Anyways this sorta explains the song I have posted up. Mr. Ripley played by Matt Damon sings My Funny Valentine in the movie, and I think he does a great job, it sounds great. He sounds amateurish, but in a good way. K enough about the song. More about the movie.

So being that I worked for the most part of my Spring Break, I decided to just crash at home last weekend. The weekend before school officially started for me. I just moved so I have no cable and worst yet not internet connection, so what was there for me to do? It was definitely too cold to go out, so I stayed in bed and watched Talented Mr. Ripley for like the hundredth time. It is one of my all time favorite movies, everything about the movie is just amazing in my opinion. From the story itself, to the cast, to the beautiful italian scenes.

"If I could just go back, I'd rub everything out, beginning with myself."
On first hearing this voice-over at the beginning of Anthony Minghella's The Talented Mr. Ripley, you might think you're going to see a film about regret or guilt, or perhaps a refined kind of melancholy. But it's not long before you realize that for the speaker, Tom Ripley, such emotion — any emotion — is a performance. An ambitious sociopath, Ripley improvises his perpetual alienation against a stunning series of Italian backdrops, looking like the '50s, all splashed out and sun-blasted, in big-hearted technicolor (courtesy John Seale's ravishing cinematography): Venice, Rome, San Remo, Sicily. Unable to nail down a self, Tom instead plies his various talents, which he describes as "forging signatures, telling lies, imitating people."

The film makes clear at every possible point that the boy lacks any experience and comprehension of emotion, and yet, at the same time, it wants you to like him. It doesn't ask you to identify with Tom, he's too monstrous and, really, too frosty and removed for that. But the movie does want you to feel some vague empathy for him, because he's such a damaged and fascinating fellow.
And really, the project itself is intriguing, to enlist your feelings for the feeling-less Tom in the interest of narrative, to make you want to follow him even though he lacks — outright — all that conventional stuff that allows you to feel easy about your investment, allegiance or desire. It's not a novel project (perhaps you've struggled with your sympathies for Alec in Clockwork Orange or, with Clarice running interference, Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs), but it's not one that comes up very often. The problem is that The Talented Mr. Ripley hedges its bet, not quite trusting you to deal with the dilemma yourself.

Part child, part psycho, complete chameleon, Damon's Tom is at times rather ordinary in his Clark Kent glasses and mousy-brown hair, at others devastatingly beautiful, as when he takes a smoky jazz club stage to sing "My Funny Valentine" in a dead-on imitation of Chet Baker at his prettiest, and at still others, too damn creepy for words.
Mr. Ripley is a richly textured and enticingly nasty work about a man who takes matters into his own hands when he feels passed over by fortune, and it’s the best Alfred Hitchcock movie made since Alfred Hitchcock died.

 A washroom attendant and a tickler of piano keys at other people’s social affairs, Tom Ripley (Damon) is locked out of the American Dream when we meet him. He’s smart enough, God knows (give him a second and he can think his way out of anything), but he lacks polish and any real standing. He can see and smell what he’s missing – he’s surrounded by it, he’s steeped in it – but he can’t quite get his hands on it. That is, not until he’s hired by a wealthy sailboat manufacturer to retrieve the man’s dropout son from Europe. When he catches up to Dickie Greenleaf (Jude Law) in a seaside Italian village, he’s dazzled to find a satyr-like golden boy whom God has blessed with good looks, money, and an obscene sense of self-assurance. Dickie is Tom’s dream version of himself, a playboy in exile who spends his days carrying on with his American girlfriend, Marge (Paltrow), and his nights drinking in the jazz clubs of Naples and Rome.  

Tom wheedles his way into Dickie’s trust – the insidious impression he performs of the elder Greenleaf subtly poisons the son against his father – and he soon moves into Dickie’s house, thinking that he’s found a friend, a home, and a life. But to Dickie he’s only a stopgap amusement, almost a pet. Dickie’s loyalties are much more aligned with Freddie Miles (Philip Seymour Hoffman), another expatriate whose droll sense of privilege causes him to treat Tom as a punching bag. (Hoffman, who’s been on a roll lately, brings a perceptible delight to playing this caustic shit.) Worse, Dickie is sick of Tom’s poverty and his weak-kneed attempts to lure Dickie into something more than friendship – he wants Tom to disappear back down the rat-hole he climbed out of.  

His mission a failure, and spurned as a brother, a lover, and even as a friend, Tom murders Dickie in a spasm of humiliation, unrequited love, and greed. A grim farce ensues as he tries to convince Dickie’s acquaintances that Dickie has moved away even as he tries to take Dickie’s place in life by cashing his checks and occupying his hotel suites and wardrobe. Marge, Freddie, the Italian police, a textile heiress (Cate Blanchett), and a private detective all have to be dealt with, juggled, and manipulated. And Tom’s natural instincts lead him to a growing involvement with Peter Kingsley-Smith (Jack Davenport), another member of the ex-pat set. The effort involved in keeping his legal, sexual, and ethical identities in focus pushes Tom to the breaking point.  

Mr. Ripley loses a little steam after Tom dispatches Dickie because Law is so well cast as the bronzed and fickle Dickie, and because the men’s relationship is so alive and true. But writer-director Anthony Minghella’s conception of Ripley keeps folding back layer after layer of the character, and Damon works wonders in the part. The story calls for him to be constantly mutating in appearance and demeanor, and these changes are seamlessly wrought – they all emanate from a single source and build on top of one another. Like Norman Bates, Tom Ripley is a serial killer for whom identity is a subterfuge, and Damon puts a different face on every one of his demons.  

Nearly every decision Minghella made pays off – the creation of an important character who isn’t in Patricia Highsmith’s novel, the accent on the important role that sex plays in class envy, the straightforward handling of the gay-themed material. (The atmosphere has a heavy sexual charge although the movie has a minimum of sex, either hetero or homo.) The impish xylophone riff that plays when Tom tells his lies, the extras whose clothes and postures make them look like escapees from La Dolce Vita, the million little verbal stratagems by which Tom manipulates everyone around him – all work together to create a cunning little machine of a movie.  

Minghella’s Tom Ripley is more morally convulsive than Highsmith’s sleek killer. The movie’s Tom – variously described as "a quick study," "a dark horse," and "a double agent" – starts out by killing his enemies but winds up killing his friends, and our rue-laden final view of him gives the picture its delectable sting. By the end of the movie the cost of his freedom is skyrocketing, and while he’d do things differently if he could, he just can’t resist paying the price. The Talented Mr. Ripley is a seductive hall of mirrors in which voluptuous desires have consequences that can only be guessed at.

Hmmm what else...oh yeah besides watching dvds, I also made Lasagne. Cooking seem theraputic for me. Only because I don't cook often, see when you tend to cook everyday it seems more like a chore, but if you cook one in awhile, it can be very theraputic. Two easy ways to calm myself is having a nice cup of coffee and cooking.

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March 17, 2006

A Sea of Green

So today's St. Patty's Day, everyone is out in GREEN and having a jolly ol' time. I guess everyone wants a piece of the famous "luck of the Irish!", I know I could use some luck in my life right about now.

Anyways I see little girls outside with red hair flying and wearing cute little shamrock headbands and in green from head to toe. They look so cute.

T'was a day of solemn gladness
As the air lay soft as cream,
And the emerald grasses shimmered
In the springtime sun of dreams.
I stood amongst the flowers,
Stroked my hands along their stems,
As I looked deep into your eyes,
That sparkled like rare gems.
Your hair it billowed gently,
Red as fire amongst the green.
In a field of gorgeous flowers,
You're the greatest beauty I had seen.
I reach out just to hold you,
But you're gone before we touch.
Mirage of the green desert,
And insubstantial as such.

Only shamrocks,
The other beauty gone.
The Emerald Isle weeps without you,
As I have, since you've gone.

As my tears well up inside me,
And I fall to my knees,
I call your name out to the sun,
It lingers on the breeze.
And may St.Patrick save me
From my sorrows and my tears,
'Cos Lord knows how I'm going to cope
Without you all these years.
So now I drown my sorrows,
Back at O'Brien's Bar.
I reek of draught and ashtray,
And stumbled out 'neath the stars.
For they shall guide my way now,
For I fear I can't go on.
I take my seat on rivers bank,
And start to sing my song,

"Only shamrocks,
The other beauty gone.
The Emerald Isle weeps without you,
As I have, since you've gone."

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March 14, 2006

Spring Break

So yeah I'm on my Spring Break and well no there isn't any plans of going down to Cancun or anything of that sort. In fact...I'm working. I know I know work is so boring and I should be enjoying life especially knowing the fact that I'm 24 and recently single, but well I'm broke! See JPA onlye gives me cash every three months and it's nearing the end of the 3 month period so of course...I'm broke and of all the times to be broke...it's NOW during Spring Break! It's so unfair! Hahaha, anyways since my colleague whom I've never met mind you...coz we both work different shifts isn't available to work this week, coz she's off having fun in the sun I presume, my boss offered me her hours! So like duh...since I have nothing else better to do, why not. It's not majorly stressful anyways, and I like having at least something to do over the break, it beats hanging out in front of the tv! So yeah...everyone is out having fun and well I'm still stuck in NYU.

Well on to other things. I'm currently trying my best to vexel my own potrait in illustrator using the mesh tool for my drawing class, and it's turning out pretty good...THANK GOD! Hopefully I'll have something to show to Billy when school starts.

Oh and I'm currently reading The Bitch Posse by Martha O'Connor. I've only like read the first few chapters while on the Path train to NYU but so far I have to say it's been a very very very interesting read. I PROMISE to write a review on it after I've finished it. I still owe this blog a Prep review (which was awesome) and I'll try to get it done over the break and post something soon. Anyways I'll leave this entry with the CONSUMER PRODUCT INFORMATION from the book I'm reading! Hahaha cool is all I have to say.

The Beverage You Are About to Enjoy Is Extremely Hot. Sip Carefully.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Professional Driver on Closed Course. Do Not Attempt.

Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.

Warning: You Have Now Entered a Chick-Lit-Free Zone.

Pass Icy. Chains Required.

Small-Craft Advisory. Sustained Winds of 17-33 Knots.

Mind the Gap.

Want a beach book? Buy yourself some Bridget Jones.

Want to get off? Your local video store has a wide array of suitable titles. Or try the Internet.

If you want something simple, you're in the wrong place. This is about revealing secrets, not tits and ass.

Well, not just tits and ass.

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God.

Danger: Riptides and Undertow. Swim at Your Own Risk.

HAUNTED FOREST, WITCHES CASTLE, 1 MILE. I'D TURN BACK IF I WERE YOU!

Do Not Leave Child Unattended.

Say it aloud: Screw fairy tales and chick lit and all forms of lying.

Gentles, do not reprehend.

If you pardon, we will mend.

Ah, just jump in. We dare ya.

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March 07, 2006

Stuff

So it was my birthday last Friday...I've existed for 24 years now. I guess you can say that I'm liking my life so far. I mean I am in the school I've wanted to get into since before I turned 17, New York University, living in the city I've wanted to live in since I was a tiny little kid watching the Cosby Show, and well I have my family and friends. It's not much, but it's enough for right now.

I know I wrote that my Birthday Sucked on MSN and YM and all that, but in away I sorta felt like it did suck...mostly coz I was turning 24...and I'm beginning to think that hitting the mid-twenties mark is OLD! I don't really feel old...mostly coz everyone seems to say I don't look more than 15 here (no I'm serious! I think it's coz I'm just a little shorter than the average towering Americans, hehehe), but knowing the fact that I'm actually 24, that I was born in the early 80s and that my cousins (who are so much younger that I am) and I have started to have this huge between us when it comes to like pop culture and stuff is just scary!

So basically I was sort of not liking the fact it was my birthday and I was getting older...and well my birthday was pretty boring consdering I had to be at work. I do want to thank my friend Emylia for buying me a cake and having a sort of get together right before my actual birthday.

Hmm...what else...oh yeah I found this survey on Nutty Nadia's blog the other day and sort of found the questions interesting. I also want a few of my fellow bloggers to answer them...so I am gonna TAG Lesly, Am, Yen, and Dnamight.

1. How old do you feel?
17

2. Where were you on september 11th, 2001?
I was in the car on my way back from Port Dickson, when I got a phone call from my mom, telling me about what was happening. I quickly turned on the radio hoping to catch the news. I got home to see the second plane crash into the other tower on CNN.

3. What do you believe is the meaning of life?
Seriously, I’m still trying to figure that one out. I do believe we should all live each moment to its’ fullest and collect precious lessons and memories along the way. Life’s too short to waste thinking and wondering about what you SHOULD or SHOULDN’T have done…sure you have to think about consequences but if you feel it in your heart to do something, then take the leap and do it and hope and pray it’s the right thing, and well if it’s not…than you know better the next time around.

4. What is your favorite thing to cook?
Lasagnas and Mushroom Jack Fajitas coz my brothers love them so much, and White Chocolate Strawberry Cheesecake coz of my brothers as well. What can I say…I cook to please the guys in my life…hahahahaha.

5. You have only a dollar to your name...what do you buy?
Only a dollar? Hmm….probably one of those Vitamin Water drinks from the 99 cents store.

6. What would your last meal be?
Something good I hope.

7. What is the youngest age you have memories of?
3rd Birthday Party my mom threw me in Setiawan, Perak. I remember I wanted everything to be pink.

8. What is your favorite thing in the world?
My favorite books, movies, going to concerts and currently my Apple Powerbook

9. What is your most missed memory?
Growing up in DeKalb, Illinois. Being a kid with no worries whatsoever, looking forward to trips to Orlando, Florida…I loved Disney World.

10. Have you ever punched someone on purpose?
Yeah hahahaha.

11. Do you know what color chartreuse is close to?
Bright yellowish-green color

12. Did you like garbage pail kids?
Garbage Pail Kids? Never heard of them. I do know Cabbage Patch Kids though…and I was never much a fan of them either.

13. Why do we have daylight savings time?
I have no idea why, but I did hear it’s useful to the farmers. So whatever works!

14. What living person would you want to meet?
Living person? Hahaha…I know I should say someone profound and great like Hilary Clinton or someone like that but the only person that comes to mind right now is Angelina Jolie hahahaha. But then again, she’s done some wonderful things being a UN Ambassador an all. So yeah Angelina Jolie.

15. What dead person?
Now dead persons are more like it…I know I’m so weird. Anyways I would love to meet Jane Austen and John Lennon oh and Audrey Hepburn.

16. Where in the world would you live if you could?
Boston, Massachusetts!!!! Don’t ask me why but I fell in love with that city when I visited it at age 10. I would also like to say Upper East Side, or Upper West Side (yuppies central) Manhattan, New York or in one of those beautiful brownstones in Greenwich Village near school!

17. Who is your favorite artist?
Artist? It would help if you could be more specific, since there’s so many types of artists these days from painters, to performing arts people to anyone who’s even remotely creative are called artists these days. But since this isn’t specific to anything…I would have to say John Lennon.
 18. Who has had the most influence on you (good or bad)?
My mom.

19. What is your favorite dessert?
Ice Cream

20. What age is your favorite so far in your life?
23

21. Can you make cookies from scratch?
As long as I have the recipe in hand…sure no problem.

22. Was the chicken first or the egg?
I totally loved what Nutty Nadia wrote for this survey, that I’ll use it as my answer as well.
“it was the chicken, solely on the grounds that it could announce its existence first. if it was the egg then it just sat there quietly that no one bloody knew.”

23. Hershey or nestle?
Hersheys!!

24. Night out or night in?
I’m a night in sort of person.

25. Single forever with a great family or no family and your soul mate?
These are not great options…but if I had to choose I’d say option one. I love my family. Although, I would love to find my soul mate one day, if he’s out there…

26. What is your favorite scented candle?
Usually I’d go for lavender, but I recently got a whiff of this incredible passion fruit scented candle at Baths and Bodyworks that it’s gonna be my next purchase!

27. Do you ever wear a wife beater?
Do I ever wear a what???

28. If you could live in a store which one would it be?
An Apple store definitely!

29. Can you eat a dozen donuts in one sitting
12 Donuts! Nope! No way I’d get sick…even if it’s one of those original frosted ones from Krispy Kreme!

30. What is your favorite curse word?
Not to sound pretentious or anything…but I don’t have a FAVORITE curse word, I do curse when it calls for it, but I can’t consider any of them a favorite.

31. Your favorite regular word?
When I write…it’s always “Anyways”, but my overall favorite word is “bravura”!

32. Have you ever read/tried to read the bible?
Nope

33. Who do you dislike most in the world?
Hahahaha this one person who’s so full of herself…it’s just SAD! Seriously! The worst part is…she’s so stupid a complete AIRHEAD! No kidding! I have NEVER EVER met anyone like her! It baffles me how someone can be so shallow! I feel sorry for her family!

34. What is your ideal date?
George Clooney hahahaha! No seriously, a fun night out which consists of dinner, a good movie, a nice long walk in the park where we just talk and get to know each other and maybe laugh over a nice cup of coffee listening to good music.

35. Would you rather marry a deaf or blind person?
I find this question a bit offensive, coz I would like to think if I loved the person it wouldn’t matter if he was blind or deaf, but my answer is blind person.

36. What is your favorite shape?
Circles.

37. Can you eat just one chip?
Yes…I just did this afternoon. ONE Lays chip, right out of the fridge.

38. Where is the farthest you've ever been from home?
New York City I guess, since I had my family with me when I was in DeKalb as a kid.

40. What is your desktop background?
This vexel illustration of a cute toddler with green eyes

41. What song do you identify with most?
There are so many, but currently it’s “Breathe Me” by Sia

42. Which movie do you wish was your life?
Hahaha there’s way too many, there’s a part of me who would say Harry Potter, then there’s another part that says French Kiss and of course there’s Pride & Prejudice…come on! Who doesn’t wish they were a romantic English heroine like Elizabeth Bennet with a Mr. Darcy to look forward to!

43. Has someone ever intentionally put food on you?
No…not that I can remember.

44. What color is your favorite?
I have a few, shades of Blue, Lime Green, White, Black and pastels

45. What color do you feel represents you?
Blue

46. Do you believe in God?
Most definitely!

47. Have you ever broken a bone?
Nope…thank god! I reckon breaking any part of the body to be painful and I don’t like pain.

48. Have you ever shut someone's fingers in a door?
I don’t really remember…but something tells me probably.

49. What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten and hated?
Weirdest? I don’t know if it’s considered weird…but I hate bittergot!

50. What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten and liked?
I tend to stay away from weird foods…I’m boring like that.

51. What is your ideal ice cream creation?
Hmm…I like Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

52. If you could marry someone from a movie (the character not actor) then who?
Mr. Darcy!

53. What is your favorite thing to do?
Go to the movies or concerts. I seriously need my dose of concerts!

54. What is your favorite junk food?
Symphony Chocolate!

55. What is the longest you've gone without talking to anyone?
The most is probably a few hours.

56. What is your favorite board game?
Monopoly!

57. Your favorite book?
Look at my favorite books list, but my top 3 faves are Pride & Prejudice, by Jane Austen, Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte, and Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger.

58. What movie could you watch over and over again?
French Kiss. Can everyone say “awwwww”.

59. Do you know how to change a tire?
Never had to before…but if the time does come I think I’ll be able to, I have a knack for these sort of stuff hahaha.

60. Have you ever eaten paste?
Nope…hahaha why would anyone want to?

61. What is your ideal Halloween costume?
1940’s or 1950’s girly costume. I love that era!!

62. What toy have you always wanted and never gotten?
Toy? Hmmm…can’t say coz I think I got most of the toys I wanted growing up. Yeah I was spoiled! My granddad used to take me and bro out toy shopping every month, when I was small. I miss my granddad…he was the most wonderful man I have ever met.

63. What item could you not go without during the day?
My Apple Powerbook.  
64. Do you consider yourself a smart person?
I’m no idiot.

65. Do you close your eyes when you listen to music
Yeah…sometimes.

66. Do you eat the burnt chips?
NO! That’s just disgusting.

67. Is there anything you HAVE to do everyday?
I would say check my email but I haven’t checked my email in a few days and I’ve managed to survive so I’d say listen to music, since I do that everyday!

68. 3 wishes... go (no world peace. things that are possible):
1. A house near the water in Boston
2. To be successful and happy
3. To find my prince charming (hahahaha)

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March 01, 2006

Flashback : Midterm Project Paper Dollies

Midterm Project. I decided to combine two of the Paper Doll games I did into one. Each of the clothing has it's own target, so if you tried to drag the wrong outfit to the wrong doll...it just won't stick. Have fun playing with the dolls!!!

Paper Dolls SWF file
Paper Dolls FLA file

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