Whoa. What is this tome of arcane memories? *blows off dusts* Why it's my LJ! :D :D :D It has been a while. Life and a Whole Host of Other Stuff got in the way. And so in apology, I offer thee, oh my most Bewuved F-List...

( How the Temple of Coffee Wandered Around in Teh WunderLand That Is TOKYO XD )

Baby cthulhus? :D




via Left Handed Toons.

Why yes. I am still obsessed.

That, or the inordinate amount of number crunching and financial analysis I have to do at work for the next couple of months is making me exponentially hormonal. XD

Why yes, I decided to go see it because it's by Christopher Nolan, the plot looked intriguing, but first and foremost because it stars the mind-meltingly-gorgeousness-oh-gourd-why-did-you-create-a-man-who-is-this-pretty-but-will-never-be-mine that is Cillian Murphy.



In the warehouse where Fischer (Cillian Murphy) was being kept and he was talking to his uncle... Actually, that wasn't really his *uncle* with him. But the who, I wonder?

The scene really went like this:

Fischer: "My father and I never had any meaningful experiences together."
Kohii: "Okaaaay... So can you and I have "meaningful experiences" together instead?" *wink* *wink*
Fischer: (0__o) - !
Kohii: (^_^) - ♥♥♥


*cough* whyyesiamobsessed *cough*


Pull yourself together, Kohii! It's August again and time to get buried up to your neck in reports.

*flails*

Have you ever squeed non-stop for 56 seconds? XD





Cross-posted at wtf_cute"

This froggie prefers a tummy rub over a kiss.

*squees running*

Was able to complete my first half, three months after my first 10K… but not without some crawling. :P

The run started out at 5:20AM before sunup. We were shown the race route on a wide screen monitor and I remembered thinking, “Wow, that’s a pretty long way to go. Oh good, we’re passing by a cemetery. Maybe I can steal a nap in there.” :P

Put myself at the back of the pack to avoid getting trampled by the visiting Kenyans and other pro runners. I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing despite training setbacks in the prior month. I told myself I’ll be okay as long as I have my trusty hydration belt and my trusty mp3 player (which I call my “cowPod” because it’s in the shape of a cow’s head) to keep my spirits up.

As it turned out, my earphones weren’t working properly! All treble, no bass, vocals like they were recorded in a tin can. Argh. I wish I had brought Miffy’s Sennheiser earphones instead. But hey, be ye grateful for whatever you have and work with it the best way you can. So I sucked it up and ran straight for the first ten kilometers and things still felt pretty good.

Halfway through, we climbed a flyover, crossed its entire length, went down on the other side, did a detour and crossed it again. After the tenth kilometer, I began to do 30-second to one minute walk breaks when it felt like more like dragging your feet than running.

I followed the advice from another member at runners about splitting the 21 kilometers into seven bite-sized three kilometer mini-runs. That really helped keep things manageable. :D

The sun was already high at this point and I’ve been pouring water on my head at every water station. The earlier wave of runners had used up all the sponges and the ground was littered with them. I wish there was some way they could have collected the used sponges from the earlier runners so they could be re-used by the stragglers. Ah, but no matter. After dumping a cup of water on my head, I’d be dripping for a few seconds and then be all dry again. It was that hot, playing around at 96-97F. Good thing I didn’t bring Miffy’s Sennheiser earphones or I’d have ruined them.

There was one instance when I dumped a cup of water on my head and my eyes started to sting. I furiously rubbed my eyes with a bandanna and found it odd that I was wringing out white milky liquid from the cloth. It's not water! I must have mistaken a non-colored sports drink (think Pocari Sweat) for water. I knew my spidey sense was tingling when I thought it weird that this "water" looked pretty foggy compared to the others on the table. Trauma.

Funny thing though, after having poured water on my head a number of times, my busted earphones began to work properly again. Most odd. And in the last five kilometers to boot.

I finally crossed the finished line in 3hrs 2 minutes. Not a hard one to beat next time, so yeah I’m still happy with it. :D



Just cruising along. :)



Everything's still A-Ok. Thumbs up, a wink and tongue out. ;P



Miffy was so bummed out that he couldn't join me (he also registered for the race). No thanks to his boss who wouldn't approve his vacation leave so he could fly from the other end of the country to run with me. And he was so worried that I was doing this on my own but he cheered me on every day until race day. :D So to cheer him up, I wore his race bib under mine and flashed our secret code- clue: Two letters from the American sign language, forms the name of the sixth note in the C Major Scale, and if repeated nine times means "I *heart* you". ;P



The snailrunner's heroic crawl to the finish line. :D


Waiting at the finish line was the shiny medal, a free dri-fit shirt for the 21km finishers (apart from the singlet that came with the race kit), more freebies (granola bars, sports drink and a can of tuna!) and a free tub of Hagen Daz ice cream. And since Miffy had registered but was unable to run, I get to use his race bib to claim his goodies and his ice cream too. Yeah!

"Dreams" within a dream?

I just a had "a discussion about dreams" within a dream. The dream sequence went like this:

Was sitting in a bus with a random lady (RL) who looked all femme fatale and glam.

RL: I dreamed I was having a foursome with FOUR EDWARD NORTONS. Imagine that, I was cavorting with four Edward Nortons and they were all pleasuring me! *is smug*

Kohii: That's nothing. I dreamed I was having coffee with Edward Norton and we were having an earnest discussion on the merits of using a Cleric as a tank player over a Paladin. At first, Edward Norton preferred using a Paladin for that purpose because of the class's warrior build and party-buffing spells. But then I won him over to my side by reminding him that not only does a Cleric have a decent warrior build, but that this character class has a wider array of self/party-buffing spells, area effect offensive spells (Hammer of the Gods FTW!), zero armor restrictions and you can totally sacrifice one skill point to give the Cleric a proficiency in martial weapons to up the melee damage. After that, Edward Norton was totally sold on my argument and we both decided to multiplay as a Cleric of Lathander and a Cleric of Tempus.

RL: ....

Kohii: *nudges random seatmate who isn't party to the conversation* Yeah? Yeah? Huh? What about that? Eh?

End of Dream Sequence.


And Edward Norton wasn't ever in the dream. Damn it. What the hell's wrong with me? (>_<)

... specifically, MRT MISADVENTURES THAT FEED MY MAGNIFICENT MISANTHROPY.

This morning, my daily MRT commute just hit an all time asdfghjkl!@#@!!@#*$%!@.

Barely had the train doors opened when the people started pushing again. Keep in mind that this is in the first coach, the section reserved for women, children, the elderly and the handicapped. I was standing at the edge of the platform so I got the brunt of the utter lack of humanity. I was shoved against the door panel, my shoulders and upper body being pushed by everyone towards the inside of the train while both of my feet were still planted against the panel. I tried to break free because they were literally crushing me. Ended up twisting my body at 180 degrees, left leg pinned against the door's (fortunately rubber coated) edge resulting into a nasty gash and humanity hating pain for the rest of the day until now. Lost my balance and fell on my back on the train floor. Fortunately, and here is where I sincerely thank the Lord for silver linings, the sheer number of people already inside broke my fall so instead of a *thud*, I just sort of slid down until my back and ass connected with the floor.

And here is where I disclose that my office uniform is a blouse and a skirt. Hemline slightly above the knees. Good thing my legs had the presence of mind to stick together at that precise moment.

And here is where we thank the Lord for the brief glimmer of hope for humankind. A woman shouted at the others to stop from going inside. Otherwise I would've gotten trampled and shoe prints on my face will be the least among the reasons for me to simultaneously cast Hammer of the Gods and Chain Lightning. *cough*

Someone helped me get back on my feet. I scampered further inside the train, crouched and nursed the area above my ankle where it had been pinned against the door edge. Ow!Ow!Ow!Ow!FuckHurts!Ow!Ow!

Let's be hoping I didn't get a fracture from this. Guess I'll find out when I go for a practice 5 mile run tomorrow night after work.