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  <title>ねぇ...　覚えてる？</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 17:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I LOVE YOU SINGAPORE</title>
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  <description>Which is the most disgusting?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://news.asiaone.com/News/AsiaOne%2BNews/Singapore/Story/A1Story20100104-189643.html&quot;&gt;Brazen molestors with zero respect for woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Citizen-reporter/star-blogger-crazed Bystanders who wouldn&apos;t help but would take out cameras to take &apos;evidence&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/41872.html&quot;&gt;Male commentators who (a) are blind to her resistance attempts / (b) likes to think skimpily woman wants to be groped /&amp;nbsp;(c) thinks skimpily clad + clubbing justifies molest / (d) are plain eager to think that &amp;quot;it&apos;s alright&amp;quot; / (e) indulges in the illusional fantasy that drunk women who doesn&apos;t magically fight off physically stronger men = they want it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C2)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.razor.tv/site/servlet/segment/main/news/41872.html&quot;&gt;Female commentators who find excuses for not helping by joining guys in blaming the victim for the incident happning or in a (rather confused) well-it-can&apos;t-be-helped manner &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.asiaone.com/showthread.php?t=26410&amp;amp;page=2&quot;&gt;Kiddies using kool l33tspeak to make racist/nationalist/sexist sweeping statements and/or diss everyone else because they&apos;re kool like dat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E) Singaporeans saying it&apos;s normal to not help/&amp;quot;Why won&apos;t you help?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;*shrug* (Because) Singaporean&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)&amp;nbsp;The crazy young generation in general (notice how the interviewees are almost all youngsters?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just can&apos;t decide. While I&apos;m one of the Boring Women around who usually frowns at and stays far away from the so-called Provocative Babes, and can easily fall into C2, I suppose, and for all my love for being Objective, I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t find a way to fit the victim into the above list. Whatever faults she has (in this context), they&apos;re &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; compared to what these people are exhibiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sure Psychology class will be having a great time with this - bystander effect and so on. Or most of the arts faculty, for the matter, on topics like gender, feminism, prejudice, values, etc. I almost wish I&apos;m still in school so I&amp;nbsp;can hear all the &apos;analysis&apos;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 05:36:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just a Chinese entry</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12月31日，大家沉浸在倒数的气氛时，是我们这行最慌忙的一天吧。今年第一次为了12月31日截止的目标，疲于奔命，总算达到了目标。晚上8点，见了最后一个顾客后，买了生面当晚餐搭上巴士回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了家楼下，经过停车场，习惯性地寻找小灰的身影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小灰是附近的野猫，是个有斑纹的灰猫。见久了就叫她小灰。小灰其实不小，是大野猫，年纪应该也不轻，据友人chrysan观察，是母猫，而且应该生过不少小猫，可惜附近都没小猫，想必有也是很久以前的事了吧。不过小灰的眼睛大而亮，性格温顺，不怕生。心情好时会接近人，不好时顶多不睬你，你摸她她会不高兴，或起来走开。平时都在停车场附近出么，晚上常常会跳上人家的豪华轿车，舒舒服服地躺下来，懒懒地观察来往的人们和车子，再睡觉。是很有气质的野猫，所以也称作（灰）女王。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我遇过几次她心情好的时候。一次是在早上赶去上班的时候碰见，她看到我，难得发出叫声走近，想必是想找人撒娇。可是因为要迟到了，狠着心走过了她。另一次是晚上，挨过了特别糟糕的工作日，沮丧地回家时看到她躺在我回家的走道上。碰巧她也想玩，我一摸她，她就翻身跟我玩，用爪想抓我的手，抓到后轻轻咬一咬。重复了几次，不亦乐乎。虽然被爪子抓得有一点痛，不过心情非常好。动物果然有治疗能力。至少我相信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那晚，果真在停车场看见了趟着的小灰。在不远处，小黑也躺着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小黑也是附近的野猫，一身乌黑，性别不明。它也在停车场附近活动，所以也见过几次。不过和小灰的相同之处只有这些。它很怕生，一靠近它它就警惕起来，慢慢地走近它也会跑掉。可能它经历的流浪生涯比较辛苦吧，所以我试了几次也不太招惹它了。chrysan也见过它们两个一起，还说小黑怕小灰。好像是因为那时小黑走靠近小灰，被女王看了一眼，战战兢兢地退下了。chrysan说，毕竟小灰比较大只，而且小黑毛色较亮，八成也比较年轻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以那天，只是想和小灰照个面就走了。巴士车程有3、40分钟，手上的晚餐都快冷了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;瞄！&amp;rdquo;我对她叫。女王懒懒地看我一眼。看来没有心情，也罢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;瞄！瞄！瞄！瞄！&amp;rdquo;正想离开时听到了真正的猫叫声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;停下来一看，原来在小灰附近的垃圾桶后面有只年幼的小猫坐着。是白底，褐斑，从没见过的小猫，正不停地叫着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忍不住想靠近认识，可它一察觉到我，也作势要跑。看来它也怕人。我只好后退几步，坐下来观察。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/map.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小猫看我不过来了，也没跑，又走又坐地在原地周围叫着。小灰没理它，最近也都没看到小灰有异状，看来是陌生人。不知道这小猫是几时，从哪里来？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小猫在叫，八成是饿了吧。我从包里收的鱿鱼味零食拿出一片，想给它。可放着它又看不见，靠近它它就要跑，伸手晃给它它也怕得退后。于是我试着对较远的小灰晃。小灰吃过一片，应该会要吃。可小灰还是不动。唉，女王不想动也没办法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我把零食放着，检查手提电话时，发现有动静。原来小灰正走过来。更惊讶的是，小猫也忽然动了起来，急忙地走向小灰，抬头相似垦求什么似的。小灰没有停。就连经过我时，我对她晃的零食，她也只闻了闻，伸了伸懒腰，就不屑地走出停车场，越过走道，在对面不远的草丛边坐下，面向走道和停车场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小猫没有跟出去。大概是不敢吧。过了一会，它注意到了遗忘在地上的零食，嗅了一阵，把它吃了。虽然只在我伸手可及的距离，我只看着它吃，不想惊动它。吃完后，它回到原位，继续叫着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没一会儿，一家人出现在走道上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;猫啊！&amp;rdquo;小孩子莽撞地先是跑向小灰。在这可怕的生物面前连小灰也要跑走。她转个身，往草丛里钻，就不见影子了。还没来得及感叹，小孩已跑向小猫。小猫更受不起这惊吓，急忙往里面跑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些小孩，&amp;lsquo;天真无邪&amp;rsquo;过头了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想有这么遗憾的结局，所以在旁边晃着，看着小猫越走越里面。我不想进去，只在外面看。它走靠近外面时我会要拿多一片零食给它，可它一直害怕，逃开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晃了一圈，它最终又回到了原点。我也又坐了下来，看着它一会。还是没看到小灰。好吧，该回家了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拿着手机看简讯时，发现小猫的叫声变急了、大声了。抬头一看，吃了一惊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小黑不知何时就在小猫前面，竖着身子盯着它。小猫缩成一团，边退向垃圾桶和墙角的角落，边狂叫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这该怎么办？这位置我不方便抱了它跑。手上的包包和晚餐又怎么办？小黑真的攻击的话我该怎么阻止？要我打猫吗？不管怎么说我会受伤吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时背后偏偏又有动静。我瞄了一下，又是路人，不过这次没有小孩子--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，草丛里跑出一个身影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是小灰，正以小跑步越过走道，像是过马路时确认车子不会撞上的人一样，急忙中不忘瞄这些人类一眼。虽然算不上奔跑，这的确是我见过最紧张的小灰了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了走道，小灰从墙的另一边跃上了停车场，消失在墙后。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;墙的另一边，两只猫还在僵着。说真的，小猫又不能吃，这小黑到底想干吗？忽然觉得小黑一点也不可怜了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;墙边有个开着的门，是让停车的人出入的。小灰的身影出现在门边，正盯着小黑。小黑定也是注意到了，注意力从小猫转移到了门外的小灰身上。从我的角度，只看见小灰半边。约一分钟，两只猫僵着没动，背景只有小猫害怕的叫声。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，小黑开始慢慢地退后。小灰也随着慢慢地前进，同时，发出一个低沉的叫声。和跟我撒娇时完全不一样，危险又充满威胁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;退了几步，小黑转身走向里面，小猫也敢从角落出来一点了。我松了口气。看来不会打起来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小灰没有停，低低的叫着，跟着。最终小黑开始跑了，跑上了二楼。小灰也没有加速，只是一直跟到了通往二楼的斜坡，然后再一辆汽车旁边躺了下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切像是回到了原点。小猫在垃圾筒的角落落寞地叫着，不知在找什么似的。不远处，小灰雍容地躺着，看着周围的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/kittya.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love my neighbourhood cats ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 16:10:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Curiousity is bad for you</title>
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  <description>So on Thunder I saw this &amp;quot;ad&amp;quot; of &lt;a href=&quot;http://kankan.xunlei.com/vod/teleplay/54/54436.shtml&quot;&gt;LiveAction TeniPuri&lt;/a&gt; and clicked it. Of course, it was the Chinese drama series I sort of heard about a while ago and erased from memory. As it were, I watched the OP with morbid curiousity. It reminds me of Power Ranger. And I&apos;m glad I&apos;m not a Ryoma fan or I might cry. I tried not to identify Golden/Silver Pair. I didn&apos;t (and couldn&apos;t?). Phew.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:54:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random post is random</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been a while since I got one of this. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lol.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/lol.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office corridor on Sunday afternoon. I swear we&apos;re in a normal company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2211office.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/2211office.png&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Darby (/Mao/Kuro) has recovered and is a little over-genki. Brown is fine too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:07:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hammie Love</title>
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  <description>Darby is abnormally genki today. She&apos;s been scurrying busily around&amp;nbsp; the cage like a kid with too much sugar (not that&apos;s not really in her diet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has developed this weird hobby of chewing on the toilet paper roll... on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/Image004.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 197px; height: 170px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/Image005.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 228px; height: 170px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look, mom, Hamster Roll!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&apos;s strangely cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 06:08:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hamster post</title>
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  <description>On Monday, I resumed keeping hamsters &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmiko&amp;rsquo;s cousin&amp;rsquo;s friend was giving four grown hamsters away, cage included. Since my brother said he&amp;rsquo;d only help take care of hamsters if we had a &amp;lsquo;proper&amp;rsquo; cage, things fell neatly into place. I asked for two, and since the male pair had a higher tendency to fight, I asked for the female pair. Although, apparently, both pairs were getting hostile with each other anyway. Whoever said dwarf hamsters live in groups must&amp;rsquo;ve been talking about another breed entirely. None of my hamsters lived together in peace, unless they were opposite gender, in which case they&amp;rsquo;d breed and the children eventually start fighting amongst themselves. And it&amp;rsquo;s not me, since Cosmiko&amp;rsquo;s pair also fought, and so do this friend&amp;rsquo;s. Come to think of it, I was going to end up with 2 cages anyway so it didn&amp;rsquo;t matter who I picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother picked up the hamsters around 6pm and the previous owner warned me through sms that one of them, &amp;ldquo;Darby&amp;rdquo;, seemed &amp;ldquo;abnormal&amp;rdquo; that day, and offered to take her back if I wasn&amp;rsquo;t comfortable. Home at 9pm, my brother reported nothing unusual, and that he didn&amp;rsquo;t get a close look since they mostly slept inside their houses. Non-Darby, I guess, since she looked perfectly fine, appeared first. And after about half hour, there was still no sight of Darby. After much prodding at the top house, she eventually ventured out. Darby was visibly skinnier than non-Darby, and walked in a rather wobbly and slower manner. Her coat also didn&amp;rsquo;t look as nice. She looked overall frail. It was slightly alarming but there was no visible wound, so I left her be. She didn&amp;rsquo;t actually come down to ground level or even venture far from the home. We left them alone until they start squeaking every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Apparently my mother still kept some of those plastic &amp;ldquo;fish tank&amp;rdquo; cages we had (and a unfinished packet of shavings/bedding.. my mother keeps lots of junk), so while my brother washed it, I took Darby out. While the cage was drying, I put Darby in a large, large wooden box, like 21 (23?) inch widescreen LCD monitor large, and my brother gave her some rice on a whim. She ate some of it and was livelier afterwards, scurrying about the box and later trying to jump out from the corners. In the &amp;lsquo;fishtank&amp;rsquo;, Darby really liked to stay inside the toilet paper roll my brother put in. Maybe she was trying to sleep, but seeing her lie inside, eyes open, without moving, was a little weird. So I re-explored the wired cage and found that the house on top can be detached (my brother is sure the top is Darby&amp;rsquo;s house and the bottom house is Bully&amp;rsquo;s), and moved it so Darby has somewhere else to hide in. Our theory by the second day was that Darby got so bullied she hardly left the house for food and water, which wasn&amp;rsquo;t very smart since she was a sitting duck in there anyway? Day 2 evening found her in a better state. I only hope she&amp;rsquo;ll get better from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little friendlier. Both of them. They were 6-8 months old, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t expect much, but I&amp;rsquo;d appreciate if Bully stopped trying to bite my fingers. Bully&amp;rsquo;s actually quite similar to Chibiki and her family. Hyperactive (she runs quickly from palm to palm like mine did. Even cosmiko&amp;rsquo;s Jorie, while active, didn&amp;rsquo;t do that.) and rather aggressive -_- Her descendants, that is. Chibiki never tried to bite me &amp;hearts; I&amp;rsquo;m not sure if she even joined in the scuffles when her children still shared her cage.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 06:23:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Things that go snap at night</title>
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  <description>A few nights ago. It was just a small noise, but I was pausing my PS2 game and my brother his computer activities to talk about something, so it was quite noticeable. But no one was moving much (not even leaning much on the computer chair; I was sitting on the bed) and nothing looked broken so after some glancing around we went back to our respective activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/tvburnt.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell was so overpoweringly putrid-burnt - I took a deep breath at the top corner of the TV. The strangest thing was the TV was still working when we turned it off. But I wasn&apos;t so daring as to turn it on again so I just unplugged it and moved it to the living room floor. Would try dismantling it to find out, but my brother was rushing assignment deadline :/ Had to do without PS2 for the night (and past few nights T_T). May have to start looking to buy (2ndhand?) TV again. And desktop. Orz I want a desktop if I can find a place to put it.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 12:50:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random Rant</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t posted in ages =D Work is always super busy, after all. Like today was supposed to be my off day (in a long, long while), but since a client wanted to sell his investment I went back to office to process it anyway shortly after I woke and had lunch. Then I got caught up in a meeting (lol, boss), rushed off to PS&amp;nbsp;to transfer my mobile contract from under my mom&apos;s name to me, while getting last minute calls from boss about going to Jurong Point for appointments in the evening (orz, boss). The appointments didn&apos;t realize in the end, but somehow I don&apos;t feel rested anyway. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenager on the MRT with super loud music. Yeah, not uncommon, still doesn&apos;t fail to irritate me though. What&apos;s with disturbing others and slowly killing off your own eardrums? For what? &apos;&lt;em&gt;Enjoyment&lt;/em&gt;&apos;? Cos if it isn&apos;t blaring the music isn&apos;t nice? Can&apos;t understand, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to pick my nephew from school with my mom on our way back from PS. Past a void deck on the way home, two little Indian girls were walking by, apparently throwing styrofoam boxes they were holding in the air. &apos;Apparently&apos; because I never paid them any attention until something hit the back of my head from behind. Styrofoam isn&apos;t heavy, but it wasn&apos;t small, so there was a significant impact. When I turned, the girls were starting to giggle, in the typical amused-by-anything-inappropriate-kids way, except, tough luck,&amp;nbsp; they happen to hit a very mean person. The giggle withered quickly in a very unamused Glare of Doom. About 20 seconds passed where we just stood there staring, before they finally know to say &amp;quot;sorry&amp;quot;. So I&amp;nbsp;turned to leave, hardly in satisfaction, but that&apos;s the best you can get. (Nephew, 7, was standing quietly aside, (my mom, perpetually unaware, had went on ahead) thinking who-knows-what, and as we crossed the road I told him how I appreciated that he&apos;s a good kid who&apos;d know to apologise right away.) Thankfully, there weren&apos;t those my-kids-are-adorable-angels parents around who&apos;d giggle along with the kids and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;, just maybe, toss in a &apos;sorry&apos; somewhere, but that&apos;d be totally missing the point anyway. Adoring parents and their unlikeable &apos;angels&apos; is another specie I can&apos;t stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, I started another &lt;a href=&quot;http://shirogame.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;journal&lt;/a&gt; for gaming posts. =p&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 05:42:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t chat enough these days :/</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com&quot; style=&quot;display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url(&amp;#39;http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png&amp;#39;) no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;&quot;&gt;72 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com&quot;&gt;Typing Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 18:26:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DS and games</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/NDS/ds.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image1: 21st Feb 09 - I brought this Iceblue (?) NDS back home with &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_chrysan&apos; lj:user=&apos;chrysan&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chrysan.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chrysan.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chrysan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s help &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Image2: 1st attempt at customizing theme - featuring Fanart Asch &amp;hearts; Eventually I&apos;ll make more~&lt;br /&gt;Image3: My Golden Retriever Purin &amp;hearts; I haven&apos;t learned how to train her XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also put a &lt;a href=&quot;http://backloggery.com/main.php?user=shiy&quot;&gt;backloggery&lt;/a&gt; on my &lt;a href=&quot;http://coil.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt;. Though I don&apos;t think I can update it very accurately &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 16:27:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pangya 09 images</title>
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  <description>Just keeping a record =D ... For as long as I can maintain it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kooh.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/th_kooh.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=arin1.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/th_arin1.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=arin2.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/th_arin2.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kooh2.png&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/wlupercalia/pangya/th_kooh2.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With brand-new caddie Brie. It seems Kooh gets the Albatrosses and Arin has the HIOs...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:13:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pac-man belt kita~</title>
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  <description>32800 yen wh00t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cosrevo.com/ja/item/tales_of_the_abyss_jade.htm&quot;&gt;http://www.cosrevo.com/ja/item/tales_of_the_abyss_jade.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, chrysan, your QC reward XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 17:49:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tales of Innocence : Voice Adventure DVD</title>
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  <description>Featuring JADE~ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfDCsGzloPc&amp;feature=related&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfDCsGzloPc&amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s raw and I can&apos;t catch everything, but some comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;- Tales of Universe is in some kind of BIG trouble and player responds &quot;none of my business&quot;. Jade agrees and say he doesn&apos;t really care about peace elsewhere as long as it&apos;s not Malkuth XD but Peony-heika said &quot;nantokahiro&quot; (do something!) so he has to. XDDD Oh Peony~ what would the world do without you~&lt;br /&gt;- Jade is whispering something that Namco apparently disagrees with? XD *late night can&apos;t turn up volume to hear..*&lt;br /&gt;- Jade asks for player&apos;s assistance and with one too many rejections, he turns threatening (in the most ^_^ way) and suddenly the player can empathise with poor Dist D: (&quot;so... sorry! please let me help!&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;- Jade rides some fanciful world-crossing bike~ and he asks the player to hold on tight *O* &amp;lt;3 And some comments about don&apos;t be shy, worry about your life instead. XD&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - Eternia&lt;br /&gt;- Encounters some guy who doesn&apos;t seem to speak properly some of (all?) the time but Jade-sama manages to understand and translate anyway~&lt;br /&gt;- Quiz for the player to answer again~ Player answers wrong for the first time. Jade goes &quot;excuse us for a private talk for a moment&quot; and it&apos;s off-screen violence again DDD: With sadistic &quot;sorry, oh, so sorry, does it hurt?&quot; and bright laughter sprinkled in between DDD:&lt;br /&gt;- Near the end, perhaps tiring of understanding Stranger #1, Jade starts mistranslating BAD&lt;br /&gt;S1: *gibberish*&lt;br /&gt;J: &quot;good job&quot; he seems to be saying&lt;br /&gt;S1: *gibberish*&lt;br /&gt;J: &quot;Jade-san is so intelligent&quot; [or something to that effect]&lt;br /&gt;S1: *starts to look surprised* *gibberish*?&lt;br /&gt;J: &quot;Glasses suit you so well&quot;&lt;br /&gt;S1: *gibberish*!&lt;br /&gt;J: &quot;Malkuth empire banzai!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;S1: Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Jade/Malkuth is CANON.&lt;br /&gt;Then encounters lead character KUREAAAA-person in Rebirth. Jade seemed to get censored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 - Rebirth&lt;br /&gt;- Answered wrong again and Jade&apos;s background turned all BUBBLY. And this time it&apos;s the Rebirth lead who goes offscreen to beat player up D: [the wrong answer was a cheeky &quot;aren&apos;t you quite OOC from the main story?&quot; XD] or ok, &quot;talking with fists&quot;. Viva! Tales of was LOVE~&lt;br /&gt;- Some more nonsense about hearing Claire&apos;s voice and a request to turn up the TV&apos;s volume to try to hear her. Jade, who has mostly kept quiet with all the patience and experience of dealing with WEIRD people (such as a certain Malkuth emperor), eventually interrupted to expose him XD&lt;br /&gt;J: You&apos;re asking to turn up the volume so you can shout CLAIREEEEE and surprised them aren&apos;t you?&lt;br /&gt;S2: ... tch.&lt;br /&gt;J: You said &apos;tch&apos;!&lt;br /&gt;S2: Did not!&lt;br /&gt;J: Did too!&lt;br /&gt;S2: Did not!&lt;br /&gt;J: Did too!&lt;br /&gt;S2: ... ok i did.&lt;br /&gt;XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ASCH~ &amp;lt;3 Knight to the rescue appearance~ Wasn&apos;t sure what was the battle about, exactly. But probably Jade needed someone to buy time to cast and the player not very useful XD&lt;br /&gt;A: It&apos;s a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;J: Right. By coincidence you came to another world to take a walk and by coincidence you came juuuuust in time to save the day&lt;br /&gt;A: ! ... IDIOT! w, well, it&apos;s not that I&apos;m worried about you people or anything.&lt;br /&gt;TSUNDERE~ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Asch goes &apos;well good luck with your search bai--&apos; and Jade starts coughing/choking/gasping BAD, and in a very fake way. And Asch, being of the not-so-bright-fon-fabre-house and not-as-cold-hearted-as-he&apos;d-like-you-believe, fell for it anyway and Jade successfully passed the baton to Asch~ Sasuga lazy genius old man Jade~ He turned so CHEERY once Asch agreed to take over XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- But seems he really got quite injured. Ouch T_T Go back to Malkuth and Peony and have him nurse you back to health *pats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;This puts me in a strange mood for PeoJade HC D:? I guess haven&apos;t seen Jade hurt much so..&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr got work so can&apos;t stay up any longer DDD: Continue another day..</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:03:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>RTK/DW music videos o_O</title>
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  <description>DW yaoi MV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vh_5SLTycCI&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vh_5SLTycCI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad ones D:&lt;br /&gt;Zhou Yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2apZKIHif68&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2apZKIHif68&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Ce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBmOElEh7Xo&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBmOElEh7Xo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhuge Liang (RK TV version T___T the subtitles and the editing quite spoil the effect though.. but TV!Zhuge Liang~ T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDaH4dlmyDE&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDaH4dlmyDE&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 17:31:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yuck</title>
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  <description>That old man is trying to fix his mobile phone, which diverts all calls to his mail box, but fails, because he&apos;s a failure like that. So apparently my mother and brother-- the only ones who still pay any attention to him-- had to listen to him whine and help him with it. Of course, they aren&apos;t much better at it, so they came to me, after I reach home after a long day of work and he has gone to sleep. As if I would do anything to help *him*. But when my brother was having problem even changing the phone language back to English, I had to take a look. You know, to see whether the phone got a virus, if it were even possible for such a normal non-high-class phone, or if my brother actually phails so much. (It&apos;s the latter btw -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I wasn&apos;t going to end up helping him for nothing. I decided I&apos;d take a look through. I knew more or less what can be found, depending on how careful/careless he is. I already saw a hint of such before, after all, at another time when he showed me his mobile phone, also seeking some solution to it, and oh-so-accidentally opened that sms for me to see and had the cheek to grin sort-of-secretively at me afterwards. It was a very mild hint compared to what I find this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it is a message, in Chinese of course, beginning with &quot;laogong&quot; (similar to &quot;dear hubby&quot;), and goes on to describe how good he is in bed and ends with something along the lines of &quot;thank you for making me feel the joy of being a woman&quot;. The message feels oh-so-familiar, perhaps like ones I&apos;ve glimpsed off the tabloid wanbao or xinmin (perhaps after censoring). It was, expectedly, found in a folder other than inbox, which is, I suppose, his way of &quot;saved items&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sick. To the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s cheating, and doesn&apos;t even make half the effort to keep it secret. Sexist jokes make fun of how woman are easily taken in by praises on their appearances. It seems men fall just as easily for praises, just of a lewder nature. It&apos;s almost pitiful. I&apos;m not sure who I&apos;m more disgusted with. These women who say such things to please &apos;their men&apos; or the men who seeks such attention. Or the pitiful, pitiful woman, who know her husband is cheating, but can&apos;t do a thing about it. It&apos;s all very disgusting, in various sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions aside, this has only firmed my resolve to never forgive him. There is no reason to. Below the sms is another which only had a name and account number. We have lived in relative poverty-- when I kept turning down invitations to the movies it wasn&apos;t just because of lack of interest. I don&apos;t want to think about where the so-called family income has gone to. One day when I become really independent-- and my brother, too-- I will like to push my mother for a divorce, with maximum alimony. I can probably support her. She is very low-maintenance. Actually so is my brother. But unlike her, he can fend for himself given time and experience.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:16:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hoshiiiiii</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B001F4PCRG?tag=tom00-22&amp;amp;camp=1027&amp;amp;creative=7407&amp;amp;linkCode=as4&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001F4PCRG&amp;amp;adid=0BC4AMPJSVXJXTTS5Y7T&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/2334/51dmdhmf7alsl500aa280il4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just has to come out AFTER I left Japan (ages ago) v_v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed another case today (without help of senior)~ one step closer to goal~ ganbarimasu~</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 16:55:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Freaky day</title>
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  <description>&lt;u&gt;Part I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrysan and I left office at about 10pm and was waiting for the bus. Well, my bus. but chrysan waited with me since we were having some conversation. Except I was rather distracted by the cockroaches that emerged from the hole between the road and the pavement. There were two, and I stared at them to make sure they stayed on the road. Except soon I was spotting some on the pavement as well and when one darted from somewhere behind our seat to in front of us, we quite calmly-- although perhaps comically-- enough lifted our legs and waited for it to pass. But next thing we knew, it ran towards the road and &lt;b&gt;took off&lt;/b&gt;. Excellent. The only thing worse than cockroach is a &lt;b&gt;flying&lt;/b&gt; one, and the king of it all is one which comes flying directly towards you. We remarkably refrained from screaming, dodged, and, when that proved insufficient (the damn thing didn&apos;t seem to just fly past), stood up and moved quickly outside the bus shelter and checked each other over for things-which-shouldn&apos;t-there. We then moved ourself another bus stop a little ways down the road and across the overhead bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around 11.30pm and found my brother awake. We chatted a little about his exams and how inefficiently the school is making use of the newly freed lessons of subjects-already-exam-ed to teach EOA (some subject about administration) instead of maths. When I was settling down comfortably on my bed planning to resume Phoenix Wright on chrysan&apos;s DS, he showed me his handphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;sorry are u gay? what&apos;s ur name and how old are u?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought to keep my face straight. From the look on his face, he probably wouldn&apos;t take kindly at my amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was from some 9xxxxxx, and apparently it was sent twice (the one I saw was sent at 4pm). In between, he also got two calls from a 8xxxxxxx. I think he ignored the first and picked up the 2nd, but nothing happened except for a few seconds of silence. I admit I wasn&apos;t listening closely around this point; the sms was just so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;But he was obviously waiting for opinion, so I gave him some. Like dismissing his silly notion that just because he only has a handful of contacts on his handphone doesn&apos;t mean he&apos;s on only a handful (the same handful) of contact lists. And yes it could be random pressing of numbers, of course. &apos;Or maybe your number is on some toilet wall or back of bus seats like those we see sometimes&apos; (I didn&apos;t elaborate. I&apos;m not sure he&apos;s been exposed to the full extent of those) I was getting rather inspired by this point. He was rather impressed by the last idea. cos the friends he spoke to &apos;didn&apos;t think of that one&apos;. (hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can tell he&apos;s pretty freaked out. Though I told him my view -- most likely just a prank, and even if it isn&apos;t, there&apos;s nothing to be worried about. I also sort-of peeked at his blog he-sort-of-know-I-know-he-has and yes, he is quite disturbed, although he doesn&apos;t actually describe the incident itself. But I guess it&apos;s a sensitive age to be in. I told him to update me if it continues tomorrow anyway. (Considering this thing happened since 4 and he&apos;s kept it to himself till now! Well, except for telling friends who&apos;re about as inexperienced as himself. Someone even suggested for him to reply some kind of &apos;stop&apos; message!* Lucky he didn&apos;t reply. Or at least I think he didn&apos;t. Anyway I told him to ignore everything unknown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sort-of peeked openly at his handphone-- only cos he was asleep and I wanted to see the intriguing message again so i can quote it-- so I happened to see that suggestion-from-friend thanks to the preview function most handphones now have. =P He woke up cos I wasn&apos;t being quiet (accidentally banged the closet door open to get the handphone).&lt;br /&gt;B: *groggy* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *holding his handphone in plain view* Nothing. I&apos;m just checking something.&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh.. *goes back to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;Me: ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lesson: concept of privacy is rather lacking in shiy&apos;s family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;no la, i don&apos;t probe in pple&apos;s privacy one. (more like i don&apos;t bother to) but i was rather surprised he didn&apos;t much care that someone looking at his handphone (ok maybe cos he wasn&apos;t really awake XD) though.. not that I would also if he had looked thru mine, lol&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as unknown messages go I only recall getting one and it was some incomprehensible content until I showed it to J and Jo when break came around. Apparently it was some religious talk about, I think, a Muslim God. The message is of course completely lost on me. *religion-illiterate* And I think I also got a call or two after that message, but that was all. And as you can see, I don&apos;t even recall enough of the incident to talk about it properly. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 14:19:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If only because this quiz took so Long</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Tear! You pretend to be strong amongst others, even if you are hurting inside. You feel strongly about what actions are wrong, and care for those close to you (even if you don&apos;t look like it). Bottling up your emotions can be hard to maintain, though you manage.&lt;br /&gt;Tear Grants 				80%&lt;br /&gt;Peony 					70%&lt;br /&gt;Luke Fon Fabre 				70%&lt;br /&gt;Asch 					70%&lt;br /&gt;Original!Ion 				60%&lt;br /&gt;Natalia Luzu Kimlasca-Lanvaldear 	60%&lt;br /&gt;Van 					55%&lt;br /&gt;Sync 					55%&lt;br /&gt;Arietta 				50%&lt;br /&gt;Ion 					50%&lt;br /&gt;Jade Curtiss 				50%&lt;br /&gt;Florian 				50%&lt;br /&gt;Dist 					45%&lt;br /&gt;Anise Tatlin 				45%&lt;br /&gt;Legretta 				45%&lt;br /&gt;Guy 					20%&lt;br /&gt;Largo 					15%&lt;br /&gt;Mieu 					15%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizfarm.com/quiz_repository/Tales_of_the_abyss/163680/&quot;&gt;http://quizfarm.com/quiz_repository/Tales_of_the_abyss/163680/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- No life currently. Haiz.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:00:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ToA the 3rd~</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/5829/toasq0.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/5829/toasq0.th.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/446/toa2xm7.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/446/toa2xm7.th.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS Dist the Runny&apos;s Robot #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown mode for the masochistic. Pretty much everyone besides Jade was doing 1dmg even with Mystic Arte.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:56:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The office is Weird. Mainly the old man, probably. Besides a request or two to ask me to &apos;help out on weekends&apos;, which I declined, cos my new work isn&apos;t so slack that I have time to spare on weekends thankyouverymuch, some days ago he called again, saying &quot;decided that cannot wait anymore (I guess because I&apos;m supposed to feel guilty that his work is delayed cos I couldn&apos;t go on the weekend as he wanted), so where were those files you worked on?&quot; He asked for like 3 files with one all the way done back in January or something. Then asked again when I was free. I said my exams are for the whole month thankyouverymuch. But I don&apos;t really want to go back to work there even if I have free weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or so later, I missed another call cos I was at the toilet, and got an sms from Cai asking me for the login and password to NAC website. I was bizzare-ly pissed by the not-unusual harassment, and replied not-so-nicely that &quot;it&apos;s saved (by password manager) in the NAC website login page (which is bookmarked), i don&apos;t (go and) remember (such things)&quot;. That there was no reply after only confirmed my suspicion that it was one of his &lt;b&gt;urges&lt;/b&gt;. He wasn&apos;t really missing or needing to know the login/password, which he&apos;s been using via the convenient setup I left and there is usually no way a saved login/password would disappear for no reason. AND the password is the same one as some other login thing. I didn&apos;t want to give them good reasons to harass me, but I forget he uses bad excuses anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I open my email and find an article by Cai. &quot;For my comment&quot;, signs Cai. I&apos;ll give the woman benefit of the doubt. Even if she did type it herself, which I doubt, it&apos;s he who made her do it. For goodness sake, it&apos;s some commentary/review writeup on some opera, as far as I can gather from a glimpse. In CHINESE. It has next to zero relevance to me. What am I to reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I&apos;d a talk with chrysan about people who&apos;re Just Mistaken in their Concept of Social Skills, and are Not Being Annoying on Purpose. I&apos;ve been trying to be sympathetic (in general), but he is so &lt;b&gt;exasperating&lt;/b&gt;. It&apos;s like dealing with a kid who spams you because he&apos;s bored or lonely or just &lt;i&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/i&gt; without bothering someone or somehow afraid that someone would forget them if they didn&apos;t make a nuisance of themselves. I am still trying to be sympathetic, because in some ways he has, actually, been good to me, but this may be one of those cases where goodwill is misplaced, as chrysan may say. It&apos;s starting to feel like I&apos;ll never be free of him. It&apos;s not like I want to break the bridge after crossing the river, but I don&apos;t *get* pointless harassment.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 14:53:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>In less (?) exciting news</title>
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  <description>First day of work today and I wore this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/9789/clothesra3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s my cute and amused nephew beside~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at the end of said work-day by my brother on his (not-so) shiny new phone, who only frowned weirdly at me when I pranced around on Sunday in panic and weird clothes my mother digs out from who-knows where and placated my &quot;do I look like an office lady??&quot; with Inui-like &quot;..70%&quot; because apparently no one in my family has a clue what qualifies as &quot;office wear&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set was bought downstairs though. $50 for the set. Mother was bargaining it down further with the &quot;didn&apos;t bring enough cash&quot; tactic but Brother was smart enough to say &quot;I got $5&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped on him.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why&apos;d you step on me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier says she&apos;s short of $2.&lt;br /&gt;Brother takes out $5.&lt;br /&gt;I kicked him while continuing chit chat with the other cashier about starting work.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why&apos;re you kicking me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at the cashiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Men&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 14:28:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/9793/shockov2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st reaction: *stares at last line* &lt;i&gt;Hahahaha! Worst case scenario. Miss by 0.01!&lt;/i&gt; *closes browser and walks around restlessly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later, I remembered that I S/U-ed the Reproductive Health (health science module), which basically means the grade should be voided as long as I passed. I opened the browser again to verify if they counted in the should-be-voided module. It looks like they did. I&apos;m no whiz at the calculation of CAP score thing, but discounting the C+, I THINK the other 4 grades average out to be a 4.0, which means it can&apos;t pull me below 4 no matter what (my CAP up to now was a teeny bit more than 4), yes? I&apos;m so uncertain of my maths now. Wish the system will update with the accurate one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I &amp;lt;3 the lecturer who gave me an A, though he mentioned my ISM (mini-thesis thingy) &quot;could&apos;ve been better&quot; and got me worried for some time. Average of 4.0 for the last term is really just scraping through, and if he gave me any less I&apos;m probably doomed. The B- module was just... bad. Quite surprised to get B+ for Narrative Structures. It wasn&apos;t one I was confident in. B+ for Semantics in Generative Grammar on the other hand is disappointing, but I did leave a question blank in the final exam. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Overall, still, all things considered, I think I&apos;m pretty blessed and I&apos;m thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I also forgot the results were out until I saw an email from the lecturer mentioning it. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; I blame it on busy work.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 09:50:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Singapore is really, really small</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I went for an interview at RP at 9am. I was early. After the interview they mentioned a second one with the deputy, then the two discussed between themselves when they will be done with the first round of interviews and told me the answer should come 2 weeks later (apparently, some candidate was being interviewed next, next Monday). So as Boss demanded, I made my way back to the office for some extra cash. Nearing CCK I got a call from RP again asking me down for the second interview at 11am. &quot;Already?&quot; I asked, confused, but of course I went anyway.. reaching at 11.15am. D: Because I&apos;m so smart as to get lost in my own (sort of) neighbourhood. The direct bus there was only available till 9.30am or so, so I walked. Or tried to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the office, afternoon, I got a call from Prudential again asking for my decision. I thought end of the week meant weekend, haha. As it were, I tried to turn it down. &quot;Don&apos;t think it&apos;s suitable for me&quot;. &quot;Really?&quot; She went. &quot;&quot;But I thought differently.&quot; And here she mentioned something about humble. Which I&apos;m not sure has anything to do with the job. But she said they&apos;re upping the offer to another 500 per month (1st 6 months) with a joining bonus of 1k. So that by the end of 6 months I should have 19k, almost all I need to clear my tuition fee loan. She asked me down again to talk to her manager the next morning, &quot;in office wear this time&quot; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being office-wear-less, I freaked out and asked around for advice. Cosmiko happened to be looking for company for dinner and got roped in to help. Soon we got Angixca and Chrysan, who were both sort of in the area, to join as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lin, one of the escapees from the office, turned up at the office after hours, to borrow items or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting thing was, everyone showed up &apos;late&apos;. So late there was no one else left in the office but me. So when cosmiko arrived and I tried to let her in, I realised I was actually locked in. The two exits we usually use, one small side door and one big car door, were both locked. Usually the small door is only latched, but it was padlocked this time for some reason. I never had the key for that. I have the key to the car door which leads to the church compound and then out, but someone brilliantly broke that lock lately and no one gave me a replacement key yet. Excellent. I called Cai twice but she didn&apos;t pick up. After calming down a little (from ranting at the stupidity of whoever left the doors like that), I asked cosmiko to go the old man/security (?) next door, since he has the car door keys and I can actually still go to the door to that building, except the door there was locked and knocking didn&apos;t help. I finally got to exit at about the time angixcia arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later chrysan arrived too and I made the whole bunch of them help look for office clothes and ended up with a nice shirt and skirt. Thank you dears~ &amp;lt;3 So we all ended up with very late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which was an exciting run down to the MRT station for the last train. I think it&apos;s very sensible and nice for the station staff to just open a gate and let people run through. Would be pretty stupid to miss the last train standing there tapping cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my destination, I bumped into 4 of my primary school classmates. O_O They called to me first and we exchanged some words before going home separately. One of them is the son of a Maths teacher that I met again when my brother was graduating the primary school (my sis and I tagged along with our mom for fun). He seemed to have heard from his mother and mentioned it as chitchat. And another two of them are dating, IIRC. (We&apos;ve a few mystifying couples from primary school ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren&apos;t enough, I went home and found my sister in bed. Shocking, since she&apos;s hardly home. She was very awake though, and so we talked some. And when I mentioned my interview venue and the person who called me the 1st time for it, she started to ask more questions, and I grew suspicious. My feelings were proven correct when she proclaimed, &quot;he works there! And he mainly calls people up for interviews! =D&quot; Then she called her boyfriend up and confirmed that &lt;b&gt;he was the one who called me to go for the 1st Prudential interview&lt;/b&gt;. I don&apos;t know how he didn&apos;t suspect anything. Our surname isn&apos;t that common. But he does still remember having called someone by my name though it was a few days ago. Apparently he even put on the records that I was polite and everything. To which my sis laughed and said of course I would be. It&apos;s a call for interview. He said people aren&apos;t that polite when they hear it&apos;s Prudential. I tell her &quot;well &lt;b&gt;he didn&apos;t say he was from Prudential&lt;/b&gt;&quot;. It was a very amusing night for my sister, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I laughed when I remembered how chrysan said she wanted to give that guy a piece of her mind or something. Because when I sms-ed him back some hours after the call to ask him, very nicely, &quot;are you from dsta (the only company I applied to at that time) or another organization?&quot;, he only replied &quot;we&apos;re not from dsta&quot;, forcing me to send another sms. My sister burst out laughing and said it was just his way of replying questions.. like, halfway. -_- Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thought her boyfriend doesn&apos;t really do FA but more of admin, he sometimes tag along to gain experience or something. And she also has a friend who&apos;s actually an FA. And Z&apos;s father is also one. Lately everything is just full of surprises.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:13:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh yeah..</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m &apos;back&apos; btw, after some pushing I finally got my requests.. almost. Buying the TV today (?) and deciding the rent to pay. Good timing since exams are coming and class has stopped and I can&apos;t be sure if the Room will still be opened. Though if negotiations flopped I&apos;ll probly go camp at Macs again or something =x We&apos;ll see how long this lasts..</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:28:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another Visitor</title>
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  <description>Tonight quite exciting. 10pm+ someone knocked hard on the door, but luckily left soon after shoving an envelope addressed to a classmate through under the door. (Could be one of the lecturers then. No one in sight when I opened the door after I managed to get my sandals on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am+ something flew in the window and crashed into a cupboard. Wouldn&apos;t be so bad if it&apos;s a moth or fly or anything but it has to be a cockroach.  A Huge one that Flies. Can&apos;t see it now but most likely somewhere in the room still since I always lock the door and the window is closed to keep more visitors out. How do you expect me to sleep like this? &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Sometimes I don&apos;t know how she reads..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost enough to make me go back. Almost.</description>
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