<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:22.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretentious Self-Indulgence</title><subtitle type='html'>My vagina is bigger than your phallus</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>358</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-109565065899344749</id><published>2004-09-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:24:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The True Meaning Of Terror...Is when you turn up for your free haircut at a renowned hairdresser's academy naively thinking they'd only let adequately trained students handle it with the instructor's guidance, then realizing that the guy doesn't even know why he wants to do a square layer on your hair AFTER he starts on it. Now Playing: I wanna be sedated - The Offspring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/109565065899344749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/109565065899344749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109565065899344749' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108417204068392510</id><published>2004-05-09T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:54:00.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Feel Like A Star In A Bad HK-Sino ComedyI'm sitting in a leather chair the Raffles Class lounge at the airport and eating premium swiss double choc ice cream while waiting to board my business class flight to E3. The complimentary bottles of Chardonnay and Merlot are behind me and beer flows free in frosted, chilled mugs. Strawberries and cream puffs accompany the slice of Camembert, after a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108417204068392510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108417204068392510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417204068392510' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108277848094851113</id><published>2004-04-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:21:07.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mothership Has CalledI just got the Best. Job. Ever.I'll get to do what I enjoy doing and got offered good terms + some. Also got some doubts cleared up after the kind of straight-talking session I appreciate. I hate having to beat around the bush.I start almost immediately after my last paper, which means I won't have time to really take a break after exams but totally raring to start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108277848094851113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108277848094851113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277848094851113' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108201310349975662</id><published>2004-04-15T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T00:14:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrossroadsSo if all goes well I'll be finally done with I think 19 years (dear lord!) of schooling on the 27th of April.  I've always imagined that moment as one of pure, unadulterated joy, but now I find myself wishing that I don't have to face the demands of having to find a job, earn money,  *really* move out on my own eventually and trying to build up enough funds to ensure my retirement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108201310349975662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108201310349975662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201310349975662' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108139254341256434</id><published>2004-04-10T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T10:23:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Dude, Remember Those Lovecraftian Penises Near The End???Hey dudes and dudettes, caught the new Wolverine movie? The one where he fell into toxic red colouring, regressed about 20 years and overdid the steroids? Except, y'know, they called it Hellboy and I enjoyed it. In a 'Hey, I've got 2 hours to kill and it was better than boredom' sort of way. Take that as you will.With comic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108139254341256434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108139254341256434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139254341256434' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108139454982524701</id><published>2004-04-07T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:30:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frankensteinian Culinary IncestMore ill-advised student recipes. I really do like slamming my ingredients together like drunken virgins at a post-prom orgy. Tom Yam Drunken PrawnsPrawns (as much you want. In my case? 254 grams)Hua Tiao wineMinced garlic ( I think that was slightly over half a tablespoon this time round)Some Thai-brand quick Tom Yam Soup Mix the NTUC cashier foisted on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108139454982524701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108139454982524701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139454982524701' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108101929745752156</id><published>2004-04-03T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T11:44:23.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus Died For MelAnd with a new blog version comes my thoughts on Passion of the Christ. Staunch Christians and the mentally constipated need not apply.Passion is Mel Gibson's take on Christ's Passion featuring a guy named Jim as Jesus, sweaty apostles, lots of fake blood and satan as a goth J-rocker on skateboards. Who shits snakes, no less. Let's not get into the ugly midget babies he lugs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108101929745752156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108101929745752156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101929745752156' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108048838311368934</id><published>2004-03-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T07:49:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovation loanage</title><summary type='text'>RenovationYes, I realise the sidebar is a white mess that hurts your brain. That's what I get for assuming installation of 3rd party scripts are c+p affairs at 11pm with urgent assignment deadlines. So much for taking a short break. Will fix next week after FYP report has been passed up and Shan, if you're reading this HELP PRETTY PLZ PLZ THNX. ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108048838311368934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108048838311368934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108048838311368934' title='Renovation loanage'/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108036533986336675</id><published>2004-03-26T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:17:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Attention Whore]*Trying* my darndest to finish my FYP report and am SO BORED.Entertain me. Sing, dance, Strip to your bare tentacles. The comments box is below.I await the silence.I'll just fucking go kill myself. Then you'll all be sorry.Hah.[/Attention Whore]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108036533986336675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108036533986336675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036533986336675' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-108010894418049223</id><published>2004-03-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:18:13.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Student Cooking 101First, some background:My microwave has become nigh unusable since the plastic covering the steel turntable knob melted and exposed the steel, causing the plastic to catch fire and melt further every time I use it. Hugeass sparks from radiation on steel will do that. I really should have thrown it out by now, but what can I say, I have a 2 month old empty tissue box in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108010894418049223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/108010894418049223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010894418049223' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107976749326662942</id><published>2004-03-19T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:51:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pithy ObservationsMe (observing sister and kid brother playing Counterstrike on Xbox Live): You know, for 2 people who play so much on Xbox Live, you sure spend a lot of time being dead. Sister and kid bro: Yeah well...for someone who's uhm... bitch. SHUT UP. We have also banned the kid brother from using the Xbox voice communicator after a prolonged, very American bout of swearing during </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107976749326662942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107976749326662942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107976749326662942' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107936390604757792</id><published>2004-03-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:59:33.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Tentacles And A Common Sense Transplant Later...I realised my reply to some comments didn't get through. *Kicks enetation*There you go. Yeah, so I actually just logged in, ignored the call to pay for enetation and proceeded to update the code. I am an ugly netizen. But at least I'm not a broke one. Yet. Anyways Yunnie, if you see this yeps, I do want that Romanji dictionary link and no,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107936390604757792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107936390604757792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936390604757792' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107934844507938405</id><published>2004-03-15T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:57:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And They Wonder Why I Have A C-AverageToday in class my tutor happened to use the unfortunate analogy of Goldilocks in seeking our opinions on media censorship, using her unpleasantly judgmental personality to encourage our already overly opinionated minds. He also mentioned that he didn't really see the point of that fairy tale, really, which set me wondering if it was perhaps a cautionary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107934844507938405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107934844507938405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934844507938405' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107874672705050397</id><published>2004-03-08T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T03:54:21.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Of Those 'Blog it Or Lose It, Embarrassingly' MomentsYeah it's been a few days but I still feel like punching faces, so into the blog it goes before slappage occurs.Last Thursday we did our FYP presentation to the office. Once it got wrapped up, they asked me 'Anything else?' And I replied jokingly that yeah, a job, maybe.That led to them actually offering me a position as editor since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107874672705050397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107874672705050397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107874672705050397' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107853638039854794</id><published>2004-03-05T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T01:11:56.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Making with the XD"Pope John Paul today confirmed his opposition to gay marriages. Said that they are unnatiral. Gay marriages are unnatural. Then he put on a pointy hat, his dress, and returned to never having sex at all." -- Amusing quote I woke up to from Bill Maher, Politically Incorrect"I shat 300 grams of shit today!!" - Great, I'm going to experience Post-Trauma Stress Disorder soon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107853638039854794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107853638039854794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853638039854794' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-10780793575490409</id><published>2004-02-29T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:23:33.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Of Haunted Assprints And Giant CatfishJu-On: The Final and Big Fish in one post? Yes, I think my blasphemy quota for the year has been overshot. I feel like the Anti-Christ. If nobody hears from me in the next 3 days, blame the Vatican and promise to hijack some obnoxious balding professor's porsche to rescue me with in your quest to find the truth kk thnx. So my mom, rabid mainstream </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/10780793575490409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/10780793575490409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10780793575490409' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107793645624236465</id><published>2004-02-27T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:16:51.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Do I Bend Over?Someone tell me the point of Friendster? After getting like the 200th email inviting me to join, I caved in out of morbid curiosity. 1 new account, 2 already added friends and 235 000 strangers I'll never meet in my life later, I find that I already have those friends on ICQ, there isn't really a way to contact them except over email (well, assuming those email addresses work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107793645624236465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107793645624236465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793645624236465' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107777424041584896</id><published>2004-02-25T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:46:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Subjectivity And FranknessPrior disclaimer: This is an irrational rant made in the aftermath of a particularly annoying encounter, so those who don't make with the hate,  move on.Ok, so why is it that people often think of subjectivity as an excuse to not have a proper argument? Like 'Oh, you know, I don't have to justify why I think this piece of art is better and we should use it despite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107777424041584896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107777424041584896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777424041584896' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107770873168023536</id><published>2004-02-25T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T03:34:13.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HuhThe science of love I get a kick out of youFeb 12th 2004 From The Economist print editionScientists are finding that, after all, love really is down to a chemical addiction between peopleOVER the course of history it has been artists, poets and playwrights who have made the greatest progress in humanity's understanding of love. Romance has seemed as inexplicable as the beauty of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107770873168023536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107770873168023536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770873168023536' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107758368429649930</id><published>2004-02-23T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:50:04.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mwee?So anyways, I was interviewing this game developer the other day. We had a long chat about games and the game they were developing. He sort of indicated an interest in hiring staff writers but I figured hell, he's just trying to be friendly.Yesterday he sent an email saying he was interested in hiring a staff writer cum game designer, and he'd like to offer me a position as soon as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107758368429649930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107758368429649930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758368429649930' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107730613069296805</id><published>2004-02-20T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:59:59.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tragedy Of Pre-Ordering Act ISo, uh, first order of business. You folks in Europe who're reading this, if you got the PAL FFX-2, please put me out of my miserable curiosity and tell me if  it contains last mission and the extra dress spheres/monster arena. As you can tell, I got my version of FFX-2 International + Last Mission today. Complete with a pretty blue Yuna Songstress hp strap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107730613069296805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107730613069296805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730613069296805' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107702107864418546</id><published>2004-02-17T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T04:33:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Annoyed RamblingsIt's kinda funny how the last semester of school makes you want to quit it. It's like, work's piling up like never before DESPITE me taking one less module than the other semester. I also have a FYP groupmate that has to make a fucking epic Greek tragedy out of every small detail AND then attempt to get us to write a sequel with her. It's like for fuck's sake, we're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107702107864418546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107702107864418546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702107864418546' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107626449782564150</id><published>2004-02-08T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:02:36.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEH PRETTY PICTURES!!You are a PHOENIX in your soul and your wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame, they burn with light and power and rebirth. Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an amazingly strong person. You survive, even flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear failure. You know that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107626449782564150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107626449782564150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626449782564150' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107557177375722473</id><published>2004-01-31T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T20:25:02.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--58.82 55.56 55.26 65.79--&gt;     INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test &lt;!-- 3.03 / 5.23 --&gt;  Conscious self Overall self   Take Free Enneagram Personality Test     Enneagram Test Results   Type 1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107557177375722473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107557177375722473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107557177375722473' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107520579857856186</id><published>2004-01-27T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T04:21:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretentious Self-IndulgenceAfter taking my Sun Tzu class today, I've realised something else about The Last Samurai: The samurai in that movie knew nothing of strategy. For shame. I mean, the enemy was coming to them in a difficult, mountainous area which they knew best, being their home village and all. They spoke of taking out the enemy's guns, which they correctly guessed were over relied </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107520579857856186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107520579857856186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107520579857856186' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107513263681176843</id><published>2004-01-26T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T07:58:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Never Have Dinner GuestsStir fry alfredo. With egg. And chinese sausage. And roast pork. Did I mention the bacon bits?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107513263681176843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107513263681176843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513263681176843' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107504036077944329</id><published>2004-01-25T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T08:33:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Inanity ContinuesSo I went to see Last Samurai with my sister today. Total and utter drivel. It's like some screenwriters sat down and decided to defenerate originality. Predictable, stereotypical and so classical Hollywood. Algren: Me white man with dark past. Me go Japan, wow backwater hicks with my metaphorical phallic finesse. Me also so, so, moral because me white. Watch me use the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107504036077944329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107504036077944329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504036077944329' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107448911162130212</id><published>2004-01-18T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:13:16.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where A Xedi Skips Class And Printers Don't WorkSo yeah. I'm hanging in SCI's Mac lab at the moment, having just managed to print out the assignment we were supposed to discuss in class. Except class started 1.5 hours ago. I slept at 4am due to a bout of insomnia thanks to Fatal Frame and an apartment whose population consists of Me and strange noises. I couldn't get myself up for my first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107448911162130212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107448911162130212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448911162130212' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107419052198536753</id><published>2004-01-15T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T07:22:19.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things That Made Me Laugh TonightGollum da manWhat not to do during ROTKCongratulations! You're Elrond! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107419052198536753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107419052198536753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419052198536753' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107399905072216112</id><published>2004-01-13T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T05:05:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Two Minds NowOk, I attended the first lesson for my general elective module, Mind of Sun Tzu, today. Turns out it's not so much a class on his work as it is about using his work as a basis for strategizing in today's world. I love it. I'm cool with that.Except that it's a lot of fucking work for 2 AUs. There's not only the usual volume of obligatory textbooks and readings, there're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107399905072216112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107399905072216112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107399905072216112' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107392483770593671</id><published>2004-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:16:33.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School's InAnd considering that I've been working for the past 8 months, it feels like I'm regressing a year in maturity. Also, how to tell when I have nothing going on in my life at the moment: I start blogging everyday.I lose at life. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107392483770593671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107392483770593671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392483770593671' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107382762629538063</id><published>2004-01-11T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T05:28:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I'm bored and want to push that last post downJust came across one of those stupid self-motivational declarations they used to make us write during TAF meetings. For the uninitiated, TAF = Trim And Fit club, where they pretty much forced us overweight students to like, do exercises and talked at us endlessly about eating from the right food groups. As you can tell, they weren't exactly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107382762629538063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107382762629538063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107382762629538063' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107382147212091946</id><published>2004-01-11T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T03:45:48.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> School Starts TomorrowOh god the ennui. On one hand I'm perfectly bored what with all of my deadlines over, on the other I'm dreading going back to the school life. I dunno, I actually sorta liked working. Now I'm back to books and exams and all the unnecessary bitchery that abounds in SCI. Still, it's my last semester as a student so I guess I'd better get with the positives.Applying for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107382147212091946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107382147212091946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107382147212091946' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107261238514394639</id><published>2003-12-28T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T04:10:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom just got an Xbox for the family on Christmas, making me sell out involuntarily. I spent the day playing Buffy when I should have been working on overdue deadlines. I'm a bad person.Now that its out of the way, I have to say finding out that Buffy keeps her pointy stakes in her crotch was a relevation. Finding out that she keeps her crossbow and super soaker in there too made me wonder if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107261238514394639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107261238514394639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107261238514394639' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107193971728219018</id><published>2003-12-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T02:48:04.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Totally Avoiding Work AgainWhich Final Fantasy Guy are you? Which Final Fantasy Girl are you? Which Final Fantasy Villain are you? Which Final Fantasy Summon are you? Which Final Fantasy Melody are you? Where in the Final Fantasy world Someone needs to tell the authors their quizzes are off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107193971728219018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107193971728219018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193971728219018' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107180479758408598</id><published>2003-12-18T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T19:34:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sect of Homokaasu - The Gematriculator: ""...I whine too much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107180479758408598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107180479758408598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180479758408598' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107043110541031749</id><published>2003-12-02T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:15:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Height of ShamelessnessOk, you know what? Forget that earlier post about my father. Jerks will be jerks no matter what small acts of kindness they perform every once in a VERY LONG WHILE.So there I was, preparing to go back to my flat from my mom's (yes, MOM's. She paid for all of it after all.) apartment. I leave my wallet out on the dining table where my bag is and go shower. Dad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107043110541031749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107043110541031749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043110541031749' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107028932117761286</id><published>2003-12-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T06:35:57.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post-modern Gummi RorschachGotta love it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107028932117761286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107028932117761286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107028932117761286' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-107011282502927145</id><published>2003-11-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T05:34:19.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pop'n Music 7's finally here!!!...And my ps2's still in the shop for re-modification. Fuck. So going to screw the shop over come Monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107011282502927145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/107011282502927145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011282502927145' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106779406763211692</id><published>2003-11-23T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T02:47:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where'd that time go?(Note: Ok, this was meant to be out November 3rd. For some reason it got saved as a draft and when I did publish it, it gets published after my more recent post. Apologies for the anachronistic confusion.)Met Fifi on MSN the other day at work. Had a lovely chat and stuff, pity my workplace has a thing against IMs at work and I pretty much had to take 5 minutes in between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106779406763211692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106779406763211692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779406763211692' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106958368941625085</id><published>2003-11-23T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T02:44:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Happy WeekBefore I start: Hi Az!! Good to know you're still lurking around. I do think about you and Rich at times and wonder where have all the 'net people gone. =) Cheers!The UglyInternship over and I'm now officially a free person. Christ that feels liberating. Especially considering events of the past week. That's the ugly part, not the whole 'I'm free' thing. To summarise: I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106958368941625085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106958368941625085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106958368941625085' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106711850543624096</id><published>2003-10-25T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T14:48:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GeezusFirst installment of game project pay coming in Monday, internship pay coming in Tuesday. Magazine has just been invoiced for the last 3 issues' worth of articles. And I blew a lot of it on Ebay and a buncha DVDs from Amazon (which may or may not get through customs, crossing fingers and holding breath for at least 2 weeks, here). And for once I'm not worrying about my next meal. I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106711850543624096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106711850543624096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106711850543624096' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106666227235282095</id><published>2003-10-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T08:04:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh.It's one of those days where I need to sort out my shit regarding my dad. As in, for the better.It's not like he's been the best of fathers and he's still mightily unpleasant to have long conversations with, but it's just little things like tonight which make me wonder sometimes.So my desk drawer gets locked for no good reason. Seeing that this is a desk from my dad's former office, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106666227235282095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106666227235282095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666227235282095' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106640214156412051</id><published>2003-10-17T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:49:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh for fuck's sakeMagazine's getting its 3rd editor. In 2 months.1st editor: Great organizer/administrator, above-average writer, suitably qualified for the post of grammar nazi. Some corporate editorial experience. Decent editor.2nd editor: Fantastic writer, a tad careless on the proofreading, TERRIBLE editor. Total inability to manage writers/content and 2 weeks to get back on a simple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106640214156412051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106640214156412051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640214156412051' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106618506855816487</id><published>2003-10-14T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T19:31:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are an old soul writer--neither a pantser (whowrites by the seat of her pants) nor a plotter(who plots out a book before writing it).You're a person who values serendipity andspontaneity, but also realizes the benefit ofhaving an idea where a story is going beforeyou write it. You may make up an outline orhave a plan for a book, and write somethingtotally different, but that's OK. You're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106618506855816487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106618506855816487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618506855816487' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106603883774258930</id><published>2003-10-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T02:56:28.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oddly enough I should be somewhat upset at this point in time, but I'm not. Absence certainly does not make the heart grow fonder. Out of mind will hopefully kick in soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106603883774258930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106603883774258930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106603883774258930' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106571751626070150</id><published>2003-10-09T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:38:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah well, this is a little late to be ranty about and the perpetrator in question might visit again but fuck, I'm still really annoyed.So my Final Year Project. We've been batting around project ideas for ages, neither here nor there, until one day I suggest the game magazine I write for. Most of the group was pretty keen except for one. This one had been suggesting all famous companies or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106571751626070150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106571751626070150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571751626070150' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-106096909092556419</id><published>2003-08-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:24:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Righto. Another one for the 'Here's to me not being dead yet' type posts. Which quite frankly, is all that appears on this blog. I wonder if I should pretend that's because I have a life. Oh who am I kidding. Lessee...since the last update...I've surprised myself by actually liking work at JobsDB. Haven't had the deadly reluctance and dread for work that makes me consider blowing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106096909092556419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/106096909092556419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106096909092556419' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-105686454279002389</id><published>2003-06-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T22:29:02.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, welcome to the alternate dimension where the house is actually clean. Leave your jacket at the door, pull up a chair and the apocalypse will be upon you shortly.What? You don't want an apocalypse? You don't have a choice in the matter I'm afraid. Have a nice day and enjoy yourself.....God I'm posting inane conversations with myself now. Someone's going to be asking me about my mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/105686454279002389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/105686454279002389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105686454279002389' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-95123903</id><published>2003-05-31T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:23:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Master of Puppets (The art of making peoplebelieve what you wanted was their idea) What Type of Slytherin Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/95123903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/95123903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95123903' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94889046</id><published>2003-05-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T01:08:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moved into the new flat yesterday.'New' is a bit of an overstatement though. First off, it's in a lovely location. The community centre, from which I am typing this post now since I haven't gotten net access yet, is right next to my block. Food centres abound everywhere and there's a bakery and a 7-11 right below my floor. (I'm on the 2nd) Hell, there's even a Macs for when I need to indulge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94889046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94889046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94889046' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94562739</id><published>2003-05-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T20:50:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be my last post from Hall 7. Hmms. I thought it'd feel more dramatic than that. Guess not. Just goes to show the lack of feeling I have for a place that I stayed in for the past 3 years. Although on some level I guess I will miss living here, everything was so convenient and taken care of. Well, mostly. Now I'll have to like, clean my own toilets, set up my own 'net connection, get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94562739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94562739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94562739' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94483298</id><published>2003-05-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T03:28:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Animatrix = GOODMartix reloaded = Bad. So very bad. The 21st century's Star Wars, essentially. It was good, then the gods of cash cattle and egotism came in. Now it's just... lots of really good eyecandy and dialogue that somehow attempts to justify its lack of coherence in the form of ambiguity and manages to become overdone within the space of 2 hours. Onscreen. Not good. Oh well, at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94483298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94483298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94483298' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94283078</id><published>2003-05-13T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:21:23.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>^_^The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well. Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?Most of the students wrote proofs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94283078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94283078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94283078' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94280153</id><published>2003-05-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T11:49:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments system finally back in place! Whoohoo! Now I demand all you faceless internet strangers validate this futilely vainglorious exercise and stroke my metaphorical wang by leaving messages to my glory! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPP MMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....don't fall over each other now.*sigh* So bored. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94280153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94280153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94280153' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94231300</id><published>2003-05-12T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T01:53:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neurosis over. Hee that was quick. The apathetic one is back. Stuffed excess of self-respect into DHL box and sent it on permanent sabbatical. With luck it won't return. Will proceed to go 'ehs' when people throw things at me. Everything's really your own bloody problem if you can't get over yourself. I think the notion of having/needing a special someone around for you needs to be hung, much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94231300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94231300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94231300' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94161994</id><published>2003-05-11T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T23:10:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tch. I doth kill time, and time doth haunts me with ridiculous test results....free enneagram test  Conscious self Overall self   Take Free Enneagram TestYeah yeah I'd taken this before. Just shows how bored I am...Xedi, your unconscious mind is driven most by Imagination This means you have a deep desire to use innovative ideas to enhance your life and influence the world around you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94161994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94161994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94161994' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94074385</id><published>2003-05-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T14:34:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 5.21am. It's 5.21am in the morning, and I'm staring at my brand comm. book.It's 5.21am in the morning and I haven't even touched or started anything remotely resembling studying for the subject.It's 5.22am and I'm SO FUCKED. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94074385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94074385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94074385' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94068634</id><published>2003-05-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T17:13:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no soul...I wish I didn't have eyes either, after that. *weeps*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94068634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94068634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94068634' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-94068389</id><published>2003-05-09T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T14:39:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting. Exchanged some SMSes with Shan today and she seems to think I'm exhibiting symptoms of mild psychotic depression. I thought it was more neurotic histronics really, but she sounds about right  at the moment. I'm currently feeling very off-kilter, rather uncomfortable, like something's majorly wrong, but I have no idea why. I totally recognise what happened today as a climax of my past</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94068389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/94068389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94068389' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-93919118</id><published>2003-05-07T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T03:31:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/93919118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/93919118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93919118' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-92059612</id><published>2003-04-05T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T14:45:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And every once in a while like a mushroom bursting from a rotting corpse so returns the neglectful owner of this blog. ... You know, it's kind of hard to bitch coherently when it's 6.30 in the am....Later, if I haven't gotten over it already.Yes, I'm alive. Get over it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/92059612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/92059612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92059612' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-87920044</id><published>2003-01-23T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T13:52:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tsk. Been a while, hasn't it? Just felt the need to rave about Hero. Story's not quite as tight as CTHD, and rather lacking, but visually...my god. That fight scene between Zhang Ziyi's Moon and Maggie Cheung's Flying Snow is one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen in cinema. Fantastic colour, dramatic patterns, great cheoreography. The fighting's really more like some kinda martial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/87920044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/87920044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87920044' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-86872257</id><published>2003-01-03T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T03:18:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention WAC members, we now have a country to rule.The Holy Empire of WAC"WORSHIP ME!!!"UN Category: Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Civil Rights: Very Good Economy: Good Political Freedoms: Good Location: the South PacificThe Holy Empire of WAC is a tiny, socially progressive nation, renowned for its absence of drug laws. Its hard-nosed population of 5 million have some civil rights, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/86872257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/86872257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86872257' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-85264407</id><published>2002-11-29T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T11:26:49.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At times like these I feel like I'm editing like the worse writers in the universe ever. I've never minded the occasional grammar mistake, hell, we all do that. I don't mind someone with a poor command of English, it's hardly everyone's first language. They aren't writing on a semi-professional basis, either. In this case, we have to credit the reviewers for writing warm shit through a short </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85264407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85264407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85264407' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-85131999</id><published>2002-11-26T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T15:14:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In some kind of cosmic joke, less than a week after my declaration of game event-celibacy, the powers that be have seen fit to bestow what is potentially the most ennui-filled assignment to date for me. Sistec 2002, 4 day gaming event, 11am-8pm. And I'm supposed to cover it. What, you mean I should've slaughtered a baby lamb instead of offering those fruits? Or was it because I ignored the sms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85131999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85131999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85131999' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-85122665</id><published>2002-11-26T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T11:41:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa. Scary good news today. Can't really give too many details since I'm not too sure how much is confidential, but I may be part of a team coming up with the proposal for concept designs for a new RPG by Blizzard's Singapore subsidiary. There are 3 other commercial entities vying with my company for the job, right now we're just supposed to come up with the proposal for gameplay system and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85122665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/85122665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85122665' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84887732</id><published>2002-11-21T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T13:16:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had to cover the Xbox launch today. Actually yesterday, considering that it's already 4.30am, but that just really shows how little I have to say about it, that I keep on that niggling little detail.Quite frankly, it sucked. Oh, I'm not doubting that it was THE experience for the clubbing virgins, but my god, all those people dressed up to go into one of the most popular clubs in Singapore to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84887732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84887732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84887732' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84698463</id><published>2002-11-18T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T00:16:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This made me realise more about myself than I needed to knowAm I the only one who finds these vaguely sexual? Or as a Rosarch substitute it simply means that I need to get laid? I also realise I'm 2 rants behind. But I don't think I care enough about the subjects anymore. How fickle the human mind. What a terrible syllogism.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84698463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84698463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84698463' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84630616</id><published>2002-11-16T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T11:40:20.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emode.com - Emode's Original Inkblot TestYour unconscious mind is driven most by Imagination This means you have a deep desire to use innovative ideas to enhance your life and influence the world around you. This drive influences you far more than you may realize on a conscious level. Your need to be innovative drives how you look at new opportunities and the kinds of experiences in life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84630616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84630616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84630616' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84431331</id><published>2002-11-12T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T23:40:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archetype testThe NetThe Net reaches out to the world and pulls in experiences of all forms and kinds. Spontaneous, immediate and active, these people are natural racecar drivers, mountain climbers, skateboarders and skiers. Competitive to a fault, these personalities have a natural tendency to win, whether this is in the business world or on the freeway. In the right context this can be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84431331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84431331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84431331' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84289841</id><published>2002-11-09T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T13:33:44.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments are finally working. I caved in and used the old system, just couldn't be assed to try figuring the other one out. Yesterday I realised why I don't really socialize much in Singapore anymore, and why I'd feel utterly content if I were to spend the rest of my time in this country at home doing what I love.I attended the X-box preview yesterday at the Microsoft office. I...see why the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84289841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84289841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84289841' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84140906</id><published>2002-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T15:32:19.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrgh. Kingdom Hearts has one of the most irritating videogame heroes I've played in a VERY long time... the kind where you hope you get this alternative ending where the hero loses and spends eternity in hell. Or maybe thrown into prisons full of gay paedophiles for ETERNITY.A quick disclaimer: Love the game. Gameplay good, running around Halloween Town, good. Flying, GOOD. (I'm denying the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84140906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84140906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84140906' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-84103087</id><published>2002-11-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T22:21:21.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HATE STAB RAGE KILLBugger it all. So basically I apply to this company, WAEI, who's launching a MMORPG called Renewal on the 15th. They have positions for Game Masters/Customer Service Officers. And of course I apply despite the one year experience required thing.Guess what? I got it today. Guess what more? They want me to attend a 2 day training starting tomorrow.... and on the day of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84103087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/84103087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84103087' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83999581</id><published>2002-11-04T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T04:05:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took 2 paragraphs for my brain to explodeWhy do FFX's fans hate the game so much?! I quote: (And I kid you not)"Rin said, "Look at me sexy shoes. They are sooooo sexy, no?" Rikku replied, with compassion, "They are veeeeeery sexy shoes, Sir Rin, very sexy, indeed....." "They are also quite strong shoes, too. They are INVINCIBLE! Feel my sexy, strong shoes." Rikku began to feel "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83999581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83999581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83999581' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83773124</id><published>2002-10-30T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T07:26:28.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see I'm trying to set up a comments thing. Not working. Don't bother. Will work when I get off my ass and really look through the damn cgi file.Just applied for a position with a local gaming magazine. Hopefully if all works out I'll be paid to play and review games this hols heheheheh. Seems to be a lot of volunteer contributors though, wonder if I'll end up proofreading or editing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83773124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83773124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83773124' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83686786</id><published>2002-10-28T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:57:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know, I think I need to surround myself with more normal influences. I'm getting way too desensitised. Nothing really amuses or shocks me very much IRL anymore, and it takes a special kind of perverse to do so online. Then again I seem to come across something new each day that serves to remind me that I'm still rather well-adjusted and then proceed to chip away at my receding sense of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83686786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83686786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83686786' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83593365</id><published>2002-10-27T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T06:45:21.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeps I'm back on blogspot. The old host won't let me publish to it anymore dangit. Considering I use a bloody blogger template I guess that blogspot ad isn't really going to bother my personal pride issue regarding this blog. Bah? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83593365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83593365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83593365' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83584913</id><published>2002-10-27T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T06:37:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FFX-2 official siteYesh, the official FFX-2 site is online. Despite most of it being in Japanese I couldn't help looking through the entire site with my command of Japanese. Which is to say, I didn't understand much. Thoughts:Yuna is the only character profiled. I'm thinking given that there's already 3 characters in the game logo, Square is taking the 'keep guessing what we have in store' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83584913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83584913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83584913' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-83466949</id><published>2002-10-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T09:55:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah, it's been more than 4 months since I've last updated, then again I think that inconvenienced all 4 of you, and probably not very much, considering alleviating major boredom seems to be the main reason for this blog so I'll guilt trip over other things thank you very kindly. Speaking of boredom it's the exams once again. And not only that, I have to think up missing chapters for a novel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83466949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/83466949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83466949' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-77616506</id><published>2002-06-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T13:27:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if anybody's still reading this thing, which happens when too much time passes in between updates. Then again maybe that's a good thing.I'm happy to report that no, I have not quite 'grown up' despite being 21 and yes, there are rpgs out there which can still enchant me, something that hasn't happened since FFVIII and PE II. That was like, nearly 2 years ago. Ah Dewprism, where do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77616506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77616506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77616506' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-77195816</id><published>2002-05-31T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T23:53:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've realised something about my test posting habits which will serve as an implied sort of report on my life in the future when I hit these test phases. 1) I'm really bored with nothing to do and nothing to blog about, yet feel the need to update so people don't think I'm dead or whatever2) I have too much to do and actually have things to blog about, 'cept that since I'm much more conscious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77195816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77195816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77195816' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-77095564</id><published>2002-05-29T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T00:00:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lily's just bought the Excel Saga DVDs from KL for me. I am taking a break from screaming, jumping and running around while trying to watch it again to blog a reason for my long absence, blogger screw up aside. The only thing I dislike is that it was subbed in HK and the subtitles aren't even timed right. Still, just another reason for me to brush up on my Japanese. Ugh.An aspiring film-maker</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77095564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77095564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77095564' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-77019048</id><published>2002-05-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T03:10:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, finally have an off day and I'm just gonna chill. And blog. And chill some more. Brewerkz is cool. It's kind of like a weird hybrid between a restaurant and a pub, and that's only because they have a pool table, serve alcohol and close late (ard midnight). Otherwise the music's pleasing and volume's set at background. They have their own microbrewery so booze is cheap AND better there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77019048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/77019048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77019048' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76904699</id><published>2002-05-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T01:57:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired and lazy.You are lonely and depressive.  You feel as though you are missing out on something, or as though something was taken from you.  You are angry and bitter because of this, and seek to put the blame on someone else.  You can be manipulative and vengeful.  You need to learn to let things go.Your songs are: Goodnight Kiss and DisappearWhich degree of inner turbulence are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76904699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76904699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76904699' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76835557</id><published>2002-05-22T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T03:46:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been busy the past few days. Turning 21 and all that. I suppose this post should be some weird personal reflection piece but I don't feel a need to right now. Just enjoying the feeling of being legally able to just about do anything now. =P Well, add to that the fact that I don't think I've changed all that much from last year to this year, and I'm just blogging for habit's sake so I'll just wish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76835557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76835557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76835557' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76645972</id><published>2002-05-16T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T03:59:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before they disappear from my last 50 hits list I would like to take a moment to remember some of the more interesting search results that led to random people reading this blog:Girls flex biceps - I'm not *that* militantly feminist. Singapore girl nuke - Something I agree with wholeheartedly. Over and over.Praise and worship - WTF? Alpha male toy from sing - *giggle*Take the World of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76645972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76645972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76645972' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76590769</id><published>2002-05-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T14:21:22.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bah. Stupid blogger didn't upload my last post. But I need to put this somewhere so here I go...Went to watch Talking Cock on Tuesday. The movie was a disgrace to wit. The site should attempt to distance itself from it as much as possible. They're decent satirists, so I don't see how they actually ended up producing something along the lines of a well-funded neighbourhood school play probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76590769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76590769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76590769' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76491086</id><published>2002-05-13T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T11:40:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's one of THOSE daysSo. After that little morning drama I settled down to an afternoon of bumming since I thought I was told to go at 4. Keyword being 'thought'.I got my dad, who for some unknown reason came home during the day to drop me off since I was running late looking for my bank statement to confirm my bank account number. I got dropped off at Clarke Quay and ran across the bridge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76491086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76491086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76491086' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76484212</id><published>2002-05-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T03:33:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days I wonder if I'm somehow missing out on the best years of my life. I suppose in some aspects I can't really help that matter because finances are concerned, not something I can do much about at this point in time. The bright side though, is that I suppose this is some sort of positive foundation for my later life, yet I sort of wish somedays I could've been just some plain middle-class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76484212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76484212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76484212' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76391300</id><published>2002-05-10T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T03:57:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my perennial boredom I hopped over to ff.net for the first time in god knows how long and found this. That, dear readers, is why I've stopped reading fanfic. Well, partly. I haven't had a fandom I've loved enough to look for fanfic since..gosh, I think it was Parasite Eve. I could sell myself to the nearest museum to add to their natural history section. What little fanfic I saw for it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76391300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76391300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76391300' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76386115</id><published>2002-05-09T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T22:45:02.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah lazy days rule. No job searching, nothing to do, well, just have to go to NTU and return my key but otherwise just peachy. Although nothing on the CG is turning out right. Still, just peachy... *denial and escapism*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76386115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76386115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76386115' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76312464</id><published>2002-05-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T11:34:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to mention in all my whinging that while packing the room today I came across some of my old sketches from 1-2 years ago. It was all I could do to not run screaming and lose all self-respect. They're in the recycle bin now waiting for the people to come collect them and turn them into mush. And I can't believe that with the ones on my lecture notes people have actually *gasp* seen them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76312464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76312464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76312464' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76305823</id><published>2002-05-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T08:11:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiderman was cool for a movie adapted from a comic book. And I am fascinated by the shade of red on Kirsten Dunst's hair, even if I don't quite agree with her casting. The guy playing spidey annoyed me a little what with the cliched lines about love and his bashful geek delivery. Still, it was good, and he didn't really speak that much in costume. Computers rule, really.Went back to NTU to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76305823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76305823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76305823' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76222628</id><published>2002-05-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T08:52:47.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The things I do for my friends. =Þ</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76222628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76222628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76222628' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76183173</id><published>2002-05-05T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T13:30:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoohoo! New layout after 6 months. I await the day I'll be happy enough with my drawings/cgs to use them in layouts. Until then Iago, until then....Warning: Long whiny bitch rant below because I was pretty pissed. Lengthy, petty and boring. Catharsis. If you came here through google looking for some test or another happy scrolling, there was a shitload in the last post. =PI don't think I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76183173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76183173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76183173' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-76179699</id><published>2002-05-05T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T02:12:50.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Royalty Are You? 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Bah. Walking back I passed by this lil Jap restaurant, its mascot is this chibi Jap construction worker bowing and I think the name translated would mean 'Sorry, under construction'. Gomenasai something. And outside there was a '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76038591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/76038591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76038591' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602150.post-75938925</id><published>2002-04-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T16:08:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a fit of extrovertive enthusiasm I let the existence of this blog be known to my 4b1 classmates. Well, at least the ones on the mailing list we use to keep in touch. That has helped this blog achieve 4 unique hits and 1 comment from the one rl friend whom I locked in the OHP cupboard for fun during recess one day. (Well, actually there were two given that someone else was also attempting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/75938925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602150/posts/default/75938925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xedi.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75938925' title=''/><author><name>Xedi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033296704789586623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
