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  <title>the inane ramblings of another one</title>
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  <updated>2005-09-29T13:40:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:2919</id>
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    <title>Whoa.......October already</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T13:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T13:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wasn't it like yesterday that i was walking to a cafe in a white suburb of Malvern to earn some small amount of money, drink all the coffee i want, have free meals and spend the entire day with my best friend who makes great lattes?I could still remember how my scarf scratched my face and neck as i breathed in the cold frigid air of Melbourne's infamous winter months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the company's meeting a couple of days ago big boss just had to remind us bad times were ahead of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmm this year i noticed there hasnt been alot of companies requesting for calendars for the following year.And also we arent as busy as we usually are compared to previous years.We'll have to work hard for the next three months or more since we're experiencing bad times now...so work hard,ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we're going to be out of business but it'll be slower........damn...i hate not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly,i enjoy the feeling of accomplishment and pride when a client utters those three words(they always try not to sound too pleased although you know they are) "...this is good.." or that sigh of relief that practically bursts out of my lips when the printing company tells you that they have delivered the product or that rush of excitement and zeal when undertaking an account THAT ISN'T ABOUT SOME HOUSING DEVELOPER OR FOOD COMPANY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course....the paycheck &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm yeah...think i'll go get myself a perfume tomorrow after going to the bank...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:2808</id>
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    <title>lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyy...im mister lonelyyyyyyyyy.....</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T11:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T13:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in for a long and boring weekend...alone....at home.Parents have left for china and friends are holidaying in Bangkok.Thank the heavens that nurse friend is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week hasnt been entirely bad for me.I got my name card which is the final testament that im officially part of the company (after getting my own table). I couldnt help myself from giving off a few to fellow friends and my parents.Only thing missing is that small but very significant piece of paper is my phone number.Which still havent been activated because the numbskull of the man who was suppose to activate it at the phone shop supposedly was "very busy" as to just place a stamp of approval and hand in the form to CELCOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just alittle while ago i made a visit to the mall with Joy and this weekend it was having a beauty promotion (slimming,facial la...you name it). And as usual, i was surrounded by near anorexic girls in skimpy and sometimes outrageous clothes shoving flyers into me and Joy's face.They pratically swarmed to us like bees to honey cos they thought we needed "help".The smell of perfume and heavy makeup while the ends of the flyers made minute cuts on my skin as the pushed and persuaded me to undertake their slimming therapy or programs was too much.I had to keep myself from growling out loud, "I"M HAPPY WITH MY WEIGHT!SO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Instead i played abit of evasion technique i perfected from menaces such as these.....fake a right,do a fabulous twirl and make a dash for the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that the so called ideal weight here in malaysia for a woman is below 50 kg. I also get the impression that alot of chinese men feel the definition of beauty or shall i call it "chun chic/mei niu" is a girl as thin as a stick,long straight hair,skin as white as my bleached white towels. This would then doom me of being a spinster all my life since i am dark, hair as untame as a lion's and i'm abit on the plus side....No no I AM ON THE PLUS SIDE!! /GASPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...cham loh me....never gonna get married, laid and have a football team..../cries</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:2343</id>
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    <title>the screaming speakers</title>
    <published>2005-05-09T00:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-09T00:00:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love technology.i bought a funky microphone and after a few tries of screaming into it peggy can finally hear me.Which prompted her to dig out her microphone she packed already so now we dont type no more...we talk through MSN.DA POWA OF TEKNOLOHGIIII.... i can actually hear her laugh again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mother's day and as usual, the usual routine is take your mama to some fancy restaurant and treat her to nice fancy dinner as well.This usually,no,HAS TO APPLY FOR CHILDREN WHO ARE ALREADY EARNING THEIR OWN DOUGH which of course includes me.I seriously didnt expect to have meals about the size of my fist on such a large (such a waste of space) plate...and...pay....RM252.....at least my mom enjoyed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......*sigh*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:2170</id>
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    <title>from bad to plain shitty</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T02:21:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T02:21:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">once again......i'm hoping THIS weekend will pass by as fast as possible......</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:1923</id>
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    <title>but i could drink 5 before...</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T04:48:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-01T04:48:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We finally managed to fix the pipe system in the apartment but from now onwards we'll have to bath in cold water for the rest of our lifetime or until my dad caves in and finally fixes the heater. He's refusing to fix it at the moment because he's still furious with me (rolls eyes to the heavens)!! ...ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in our bid to entertain ourselves (and have our weekly dose of alcohol) we went to Eden Hotel Lounge.We contemplated on going to the Handle Bar near there but after our last visit there where we could have died due to smoke inhalation (uber bad ventilation system...Even NY was moderately better) , we thought the open space,cheap drinks and the crowd would make the experience more....enjoyable. HOW WRONG WE WERE. The minute we sat, we were harrased by old chinese uncles who had their legs up on the dilapitated chairs while digging their toenails. So of course, we moved. Drinks arrived and we realize they got the wrong order.Shirley Temples tasted like antibiotics and Magaritas weren't iced.But regardless, we endured.Talked about our week and discussed plans of travel/backpacking next year and rising rape cases in Malaysia and animal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked out....we were harrassed by malay uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jb doesnt get any better than this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i watched Quill (Jap Movie) and now i want to have a Labrador.And when i do i intend to make an attempt to draw a bird or a quill (in the movie i can't tell either) on it's side.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:1777</id>
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    <title>bocor</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T12:29:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T12:29:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i come home from work in a good mood that went sour to plain miserable in just a span of 2 seconds when i see my mom's angry expression and shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU FORGOT TO SWITCH OFF THE HEATER AND THE PIPE BURST!NOW YOU'VE FLOODED THE STORE ROOM AND WE HAVE NO HOT WATER ANYMORE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and may i add all of my shoes are in the storeroom which are all drenched and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my dad still doesn't know about it yet for he hasnt return from work........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWSFLASH:I"M SO DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:1522</id>
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    <title>la kopi</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T15:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T15:07:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nearing the end of the day my co owner of the agency i work in calls me on the intercom to tell me the big boss whom i have never met wishes to speak to me.....i could suddenly feel like my feet had gone numb...apparently my perplexity was obvious and he laughed, saying in a thickly chinese accent, "Just go and drink teh la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember having all these thoughts running in my head like the news highlighter you find at times sq and shit in big bright red letters "omg he's going to tell you you're fired/you're too inexperienced/he'll probably ask what you've contributed to the company and tell you it isn't enough omg omg omg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sat and discussed (mostly on his part anyway) about life and what to expect of my future career ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid to dream and make mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the conversation over the dirty plastic fold out table by touching our plastics cups of overly sweetened iced teh tarik while the resident stray cat begged for some scraps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back in the office to eagerly awaiting colleagues to hear what we had discussed about and some birthday cake to be eaten. Not a bad day ...not at all....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:1026</id>
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    <title>those three lovely buttons</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T15:16:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T15:16:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was so close to not going into singapore today...im so glad i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Vespa and Hemlocke.Bought some stuff like a McFarlane Water Dragon. At first i didnt like it mostly of the fact i never had an affinity with water dragons (definitely still think the Fire and Eternal are the best but they were sold out) but THIS ONE sorta grew on me after staring at it for like ages. Now he sits on my speakers while he gazes at me as i type.Shall name him at some point.I'm glad i finally have a dragon in my room.THANK YOU TO THE PPL AT SPAWN HQ!YOU KICKASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kickass...i kicked Vespa's ass at my all time favourite arcade game,Bish Bash! Havent played that game since like..high school which explained why i did lose in the earlier rounds of the game since it does put your reflexes to the test...and as i age that is starting to slip dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did beat me at Initial D but for a first timer i think i did pretty good TDT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is now trying to grab every opportunity to use my beloved car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's sooo nice to drive and makan sooo little petrol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that pathetic whine lining his voice and the puppy eyes i had no other choice than to oblige...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:1000</id>
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    <title>Burn the German pencils!!</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T11:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T11:41:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To the uber ah lian chic behind the wheel of a Yellow Wira i had the utmost pleasure of nearly hitting into on my way home from work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how relieved i am to know that Bleach will continue onto more than 52 eps as what ppl had originally said! YESH!!!AND A MOVIE!! DOUBLE WHAMMY!!! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm earning my own dough i just realized i have another weakness besides pencilboards and figurines.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so pseudo bimbo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hankyo:496</id>
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    <title>i'll try</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T15:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T11:39:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My first post and i shall say that this is not my first blog/diary that i have created. Create them, write them for a year and realize you know what my life isn't much to talk about much less write about and so it dies naturally. Then i pick it up again when i come across experiences in my life that deserves at least a smile or a chuckle or a tomato so here i am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets hope i actually keep at it this time</content>
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