<?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-6684432</id><updated>2012-01-03T14:36:41.802+08:00</updated><category term='I couldn&apos;t resist writing this post after what you said about coincidences :)'/><category term='I think this whole labelling business is stupid and Im writing this just to test it out. Sheeshhhh'/><category term='del'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Void</title><subtitle type='html'>As much as u all must think that this is a diary, I'dlike to emphasize that it's NOT</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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>1410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-3431217571837116411</id><published>2012-01-03T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:36:41.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H2&gt;Wisdom&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is not a function of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young padwan, you will learn" &lt;br /&gt;I was told that today. Not being much of a star wars fan, I had to google 'padwan',  but I got the gist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3431217571837116411?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3431217571837116411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3431217571837116411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#3431217571837116411' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-486266244028247963</id><published>2012-01-03T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:32:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H2&gt;My new (or not so new) colleague&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: Y U NO Ross?&lt;br /&gt;R: Y U NO like the abnormal Ross?&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: Too many questions about the world and humans&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;R: If you notice kiwi, our chat is only during office hours, we are slacking buddies&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: We are like virtual colleagues. Only talk during office hours&lt;br /&gt;R: Lol I like how you put it, it's a lot less criminal put that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-486266244028247963?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/486266244028247963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/486266244028247963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2012_01_01_archive.html#486266244028247963' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4608306208447431018</id><published>2011-12-29T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:12:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Shades&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is easier, trying to search for a grey in a black and white world or trying to search for a black and white in a grey world? Or both an impossibility?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4608306208447431018?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4608306208447431018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4608306208447431018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#4608306208447431018' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1569777574095016928</id><published>2011-12-29T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:11:24.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Value&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Value becomes dependent on emotions and situation'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value is a perception, not an absolute. I guess it is one of those things you subconsciously know but it exists in a cloud of a semi-haze until somebody points it out to you. And say it in words you can understand. At which point it materializes into the conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things depends on a whole lot of other things which depend on even more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically, life is a function of a function of a function of a function...to which there probably is almost no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I think people who understand this equation the best are those who don't approach it with a scientific perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1569777574095016928?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1569777574095016928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1569777574095016928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#1569777574095016928' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1767185897054346949</id><published>2011-12-29T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:57:45.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Superpower&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisibility is only a superpower if you are invisible to everyone, if you are invisible only to one person, you are still very much a mortal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1767185897054346949?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1767185897054346949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1767185897054346949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#1767185897054346949' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8333954097915851123</id><published>2011-12-07T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:51:29.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;H3&gt;AUHC 2011&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My captain said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage doesn't grow on apple trees and just miraculously appear but somehow, something about that was oddly comforting. Somehow, something about that inspired confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my captain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8333954097915851123?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8333954097915851123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8333954097915851123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#8333954097915851123' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6575688390980204965</id><published>2011-11-15T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:06:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Nothing but a different shade of black&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Still black? let me color it for you&lt;br /&gt;R: Lol if you color it, it will only be a different shade of black&lt;br /&gt;P: I use neon pink&lt;br /&gt;R: Neon pink + black will be black lol&lt;br /&gt;P: the black is dried&lt;br /&gt;R: you would need a hell of a lot of white just to make it grey&lt;br /&gt;P: coloring neon pink will cover it. Dried paint won't fade&lt;br /&gt;R: Lol always the optimist huh, dried blank ink hahah&lt;br /&gt;P: haha&lt;br /&gt;R: Yes I suppose if it's dry you can paint over it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6575688390980204965?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6575688390980204965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6575688390980204965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#6575688390980204965' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1670752696849249194</id><published>2011-10-25T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:45:32.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;:D&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing! I guess I just forgot how cathartic it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1670752696849249194?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1670752696849249194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1670752696849249194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#1670752696849249194' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2923846542854119798</id><published>2011-10-25T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:43:27.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Fascinating&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in secondary school right after the morning assembly, the vice principal (she is a lot more vocal and long winded than the principal) talked about how we should see things in life, both good and bad but especially the bad as something 'fascinating'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all had sniggered at that. Not so much because we were in that rebellious phase of youth but more like everyone was sleepy and it was early in the morning and it's hot and we were not in the mood to listen to someone pondering about her life philosophy. The odd thing is I'm right here right now writing exactly about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we may refuse to listen but the words all made their way into our heads, in the end. It is a matter of timing, much in the same manner you can't expect the protein to get digested in your mouth and that you simply have to wait until it made its way into your stomach where the appropriate enzymes are available (too geeky an example for you? haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is right, I suppose. My former vice principal. More right than I am willing to admit hahaha. 'Fascinating'. That's just such an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; word and perhaps the pessimist in me was rather unfairly penalizing it for its very nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, how funny it is that the concept of 'now' is so blinding. And how you almost always do much better on hindsight. But we will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have that hindsight until the event is over, but by that time you would've done whatever it was you do at 'now', right when you were still blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ironic. And sad in a way. Fascinating? maybe it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were asked to contemplate about fate. Whether it exists. You will never really know, will you? How would you know if anything is pre-destined unless you have seen how events unfold? You won't know how the movie is going to end until the credit is about to roll (well let's not talk about poorly made movies...) and by the time you know how the movie ends and you can see everything from beginning to end, from A to Z in perfect clarity, the movie has ended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why some people watch a movie twice. So they get to enjoy the process in the middle but with the benefit of that hindsight. And you really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; see a lot more things the second time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is no rewind button in life, is there? You can't fast-forward (you can only take out the tape, but that's another matter altogether) but you can't rewind either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2923846542854119798?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2923846542854119798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2923846542854119798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#2923846542854119798' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5793995629346742577</id><published>2011-03-07T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:55:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Black and white and the not so black&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously things aren't always in black and white. I hate it when people put gray (no matter how dark the shade) in the same category as black. ARE YOU COLOR-CHALLENGED??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5793995629346742577?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5793995629346742577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5793995629346742577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5793995629346742577' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2073494998255515051</id><published>2011-03-03T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T14:04:55.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Blurbs of the day&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: stop trying to spot loopholes&lt;br /&gt;Goonshee: but you're so full of holes you're practically polka dots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Lensman segala lol del you make us sound like monsters&lt;br /&gt;R: Pemakan segala&lt;br /&gt;Adel: Huehuehe how does pemakan become lensman&lt;br /&gt;R:it's the stupid autocorrect&lt;br /&gt;Adel: why do you on it when you're typing in indonesian&lt;br /&gt;R: But i need it, it makes me type faster and I type in english quite often&lt;br /&gt;Adel: so if I wanna make your life difficult I speak indo eh&lt;br /&gt;R: LOLL pantat&lt;br /&gt;Adel: huahaha so what does it suggest when you type pantat?&lt;br /&gt;R: what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Adel: the autocorrect&lt;br /&gt;R: Hahaha oh. I said it often enough it gets incorporated into the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: I refuse to buy that lol&lt;br /&gt;R: but but whyyyy don't be such a whatsapp hater kiwi&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: Cos whatsapp and yak are enemies haha it's like MBS and RWS&lt;br /&gt;R: Lol well then JUMP SHIP&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;R: So is the stupid yak free? And how does it work? =,=&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: it was when I first downloaded it. Now it's not&lt;br /&gt;R: You stupid whatsapp hater&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: See it's popular too lol&lt;br /&gt;R: Ewww then I'm not downloading the stupid thing *Yak hater* LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: Ahhh eh ross how long haven't I been talking to you ah&lt;br /&gt;R: And who wants to download an app called Yak. It's like for annoying talkative people cuz they YAK Bahahahahah quite long kiwi&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: How did whatsapp come about what kind of name man&lt;br /&gt;R: lol it's teenager trying to sound cool thinking people will start calling it 'what's up' but it never quite took off&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: LOL Really??? Did you come up with that??&lt;br /&gt;R: Well not really I dunno but it sounds suspiciously like that doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2073494998255515051?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2073494998255515051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2073494998255515051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#2073494998255515051' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5694827088624810178</id><published>2011-01-05T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:12:37.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Consolation prize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Liha can I borrow yr liquid correction pen?&lt;br /&gt;Liha: go take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This liquid correction pen is so ancient&lt;br /&gt;Liha: Just like the owner&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeaahhh hahaha I thought you were gonna say ancient just like you, meaning me. If I'm ancient, you must be a fossil&lt;br /&gt;Liha: At least people will pay to see me&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that your consolation prize?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5694827088624810178?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5694827088624810178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5694827088624810178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#5694827088624810178' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5629825672543279626</id><published>2010-12-13T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:36:19.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;FUCKIN GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're at it break some bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING, IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT THIS SOMETHING IS CONFUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IF YOU WERE TO GET A WEE BIT (NO I MEAN A WHOLE LOTTTTTTTTT) SMARTER, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND, YOU MOFO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5629825672543279626?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5629825672543279626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5629825672543279626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#5629825672543279626' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8077216602160828013</id><published>2010-12-07T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:43:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;In the dark room&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the title you must have thought this entry is gonna be scandalous but no it's really nothing like that. Fortunately for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to the dark room and there was this guy right outside. He was waiting for his film and as I was entering through the revolving door I glared at him a little since he was looking my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really glaring, it's more like I'm having a natural black face which I wasn't consciously suppressing right there and then because I was just being annoying and pissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was inside, this guy came back into the room and asked me how long am I going to take. So in the spirit of being annoying and pissy I answered 'depends on the film' - which you know was an honest answer although it wasn't the friendliest answer for such a harmless question (although at that point I thought &lt;em&gt;so kaypo &lt;/em&gt;=,= lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. He said that the red light is his (which, in case you're not paying attention, actually explains why he was asking me how long I was gonna be there for and that if I wasn't gonna be long he was probably gonna wait for me so I could use his lamp before he brought it back to his lab since the stupid red light bulb in the dark room blew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN. He said it's ok I'll leave the lamp here I'll go and get it back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting me use his lamp after I black-faced-ly 'depends on the film'-ing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very well chastised. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a totally irrelevant note, I am PMSING now. And it really doesn't help that people are asking me questions they probably already know the answers to, questions they probably KNOW I won't know the answer to. It's like they're whining at me for having to do THEIR JOB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR: Where did you get this form?&lt;br /&gt;Me: From L&lt;br /&gt;GRR: I don't want to use this form leh. I want to change form. Can you get the other form?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What form? &lt;br /&gt;GRR: Never mind I think i know where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KNOW WHERE WHY ASK ME IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU PROBABLY KNOW DAMN WELL I DON'T KNOW WHAT FORM YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT AND THAT'S WHY I AM USING THE 'WRONG' FORM IN THE FIRST PLACE. WHY? WHY FEEL THE COMPULSION TO ASK ME? TO MAKE SMALL TALK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T DO SMALL TALK I'M AFRAID. NOT WHEN I'm IN THIS MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ON A TOTALLY RELEVANT NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU APPLE YOU ARE TURNING MY PMS INTO A FULL BLOWN HORMONAL IMBALANCE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8077216602160828013?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8077216602160828013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8077216602160828013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8077216602160828013' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5293427689935378925</id><published>2010-11-26T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:56:50.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;My paranoia&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am NOT gonna die from holding my breath'. And so I breathe. Because it's stupid to die &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; you hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ironically, you ARE &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to die from holding your breath. Essentially, because physiologically you just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;. Part of the respiratory control is not under the conscious mind. Even if you will yourself not to breathe to commit suicide, you WILL breathe eventually -against your will- because your body simply just kicked breathing back into gear.That's why NOBODY ever dies from holding their breath. It's not a matter of want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this. And I thought like that anyway and breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like reflex fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when a finger got too close to your eye too fast, even if you know with 100% certainty that he is not going to poke your eye with his finger (even if say, he signed this contract that if he poked your eyes he will give you a million dollar), you just BLINK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against all logic and rational thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5293427689935378925?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5293427689935378925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5293427689935378925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#5293427689935378925' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3510976498995377505</id><published>2010-11-25T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:44:59.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;=,=&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_606842.html for background info (I forgot the html for a hyperlink LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this idiotic comment&lt;br /&gt;"We wish them well and hope that they will do Singapore proud tomorrow. Our national flag is rectangular shape while the trunk is not, btw our country didn't copyright the cresent and the five stars, did we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT EH&lt;br /&gt;ANY IDIOT WOULD KNOW THAT'S THE FLAG&lt;br /&gt;REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT'S ON A SQUARE OR NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid is as stupid does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3510976498995377505?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3510976498995377505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3510976498995377505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#3510976498995377505' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1951015036172773959</id><published>2010-11-25T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:49:43.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;LIES&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant vs &lt;STRIKE&gt;Zombies&lt;/STRIKE&gt; MEAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1951015036172773959?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1951015036172773959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1951015036172773959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1951015036172773959' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1102327562819193098</id><published>2010-11-25T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:51:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Original color&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: (referring to me) eh your original skin color is paler than PC's huh&lt;br /&gt;R: tsk LIESSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;L: yeahhh reallyyy reallyyy....&lt;br /&gt;R: you know why? PC's blouse is always so translucent light can pass through so her original color isn't so original anymore&lt;br /&gt;L: hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee even if you don't want to know the color of her bra you can ALMOST ALWAYS TELL =,= LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1102327562819193098?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1102327562819193098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1102327562819193098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1102327562819193098' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4002824153378017487</id><published>2010-11-25T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:06:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Unsuitably apt and aptly unsuitable LOL&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to write a paper. And when I first started out I thought damn how lame and amateurish it sounded so I labelled my word document 'Let's try not to be such a NOOB' and the subsequent version 'Let's try not to be such a NOOB2' and so on. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my undergraduate years, we had this homework which the lot of us didn't really get. So the lot of us who were lost arranged to meet a teaching assistant (TA) to seek well, some assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TA happened to stand nearer to me during the consultation so my laptop was the closest to him. So then naturally everyone gathered near my laptop. And I opened this document -to the consternation of the TA- called 'TROUBLESOME SHIT' (and yes, in capitals just like that =,=) right in front of him. LOLLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4002824153378017487?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4002824153378017487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4002824153378017487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#4002824153378017487' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2645844520294435473</id><published>2010-11-25T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:43:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;All the nonsense&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can really bring what should have been a simple short conversation into an entirely new level with emphasis on irrelavance, distorting things completely out of proportion =,= LOL not to mention it is very not in touch with reality LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC: eh so Ross you're not gonna have your wedding in Indo, you're gonna have it here right?&lt;br /&gt;R: (caught off guard by the totally out of nowhere question) huhh?&lt;br /&gt;PC: I don't wanna travel so far lahh&lt;br /&gt;L: so when is it gonna be? is it 5 years from now? if it's any longer my kebaya won't fit already lahhh&lt;br /&gt;PC: yeahhh my cheongsam alsooo and maybe our figure won't be so nice anymore&lt;br /&gt;R: are you self-inviting yourselves to my wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THAT THERE'S GONNA BE ONE IN THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. AND THEY KNEW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're really hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2645844520294435473?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2645844520294435473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2645844520294435473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#2645844520294435473' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1124478006944846666</id><published>2010-11-04T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:45:28.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Motivation&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: TODAY is yr friday=D&lt;br /&gt;R: UHUHHH lol I'm sleepyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;G: I am bored!!! haha having lesson&lt;br /&gt;R: lol pay attention!! &lt;br /&gt;G: this one not important. The module is called mind quest lol&lt;br /&gt;R: what do they teach you?&lt;br /&gt;G: motivation in life; how to motivate yourself&lt;br /&gt;R: waaa =,= lol tell me how to motivate myself to stay awake lol&lt;br /&gt;G: every behaviour has a positive intention&lt;br /&gt;R: what's my positive intention lol&lt;br /&gt;G: you stay awake to do more work =D Even if the behaviour isn't positive, separate the behaviour from the intention&lt;br /&gt;R: so my intention is to do more work but my behaviour is facebooking how abt that LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;G: -_- i wait for next slide see what the teacher say&lt;br /&gt;R: LOL&lt;br /&gt;G: The positive intenstion of facebook is to know more about yr friend, in other words kaypo. So every bahaviour has a positive intention&lt;br /&gt;R: hahahaha how is being kaypo positive isn't it negative&lt;br /&gt;G: you wanna know more about yr friend cos u are concerned&lt;br /&gt;R: HAHAHAHAHA that sounds SO JIA JIA EHH&lt;br /&gt;G: =D with a positive mind, yr life will be different&lt;br /&gt;R: omg this class sounds irritating, go sleep LOL&lt;br /&gt;G: lol that's why i am bored i am just typing what's on the slide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1124478006944846666?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1124478006944846666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1124478006944846666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#1124478006944846666' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8279718447260544276</id><published>2010-10-11T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:14:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;I like it on the wherever&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So. Recently the breast cancer awareness program, as part of its publicity campaign, encourages people (well, females I guess were the target population) to spread this message 'I like it on the...' Hang on this is too troublesome to explain. Basically the message goes like this (this is what the copy and paste function is for after all lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last year, the idea was to post the colour of the bra you were wearing on facebook...and it left men wondering for days, why women were posting colours, seemingly at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's game has to do with your handbag/purse, where we put our handbag the moment we get home; for example "I like it on the couch", "I like it on the kitchen counter", "I like it on the dresser". Well u get the idea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So. Someone I know was condemning this. Well let me quote, "Sorry, but I don't like all those viral "I like it at ..." status updates; repeated ad nauseam, digresses from the MAIN cause; and causes like this don't warrant a need to act so coy and figuratively suggestive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The fact that it was 'viral' implies that it was probably repeated over and over by different people (and it did, I saw it myself =,=) which means that the campaign was, for the most part successful in garnering awareness. Which is its main purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)And if it is successful in getting people's attention, how exactly does it DIGRESS from the MAIN cause? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)If you ask an innocent kid, what this 'it' is he would tell you that 'it' can refer to any object. It is only 'coy' and 'figuratively suggestive' in the mind of the beholder. And whose fault is this? Isn't it fundamentally OUR problem? That our less than innocent mind interprete it in the worst possible context. If the 'I like it on the...' statement degrades woman, it degrades woman only because society itself is decadent. And surely there are LOADS of things to blame for this than a mere advertisement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't climb a mountain, it is not the fault of the mountain for being too high, it is your own fault for not having a strong enough leg to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8279718447260544276?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8279718447260544276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8279718447260544276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8279718447260544276' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1954309149544628678</id><published>2010-10-10T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:49:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Loudness&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: You hear those people at the side shout so loudly&lt;br /&gt;R: You mean so kampung ah?&lt;br /&gt;W: Or maybe they don't have mic&lt;br /&gt;R: LOL it's amazing how you can turn both sides of the argument into an insult&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1954309149544628678?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1954309149544628678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1954309149544628678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#1954309149544628678' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5546351926347595523</id><published>2010-10-01T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:48:59.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Lil Pete&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Lil Pete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10% formalin. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5546351926347595523?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5546351926347595523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5546351926347595523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5546351926347595523' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4406496940174863449</id><published>2010-09-23T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:04:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Cuz we're just ordinary people&lt;/H3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIh07c_P4hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIh07c_P4hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't drink the water, John!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yeh, don't, John!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4406496940174863449?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4406496940174863449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4406496940174863449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4406496940174863449' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-9018375201359260803</id><published>2010-09-22T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:59:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;In a world that shares only its silence&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. T.S. Eliot's The hollow men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the hollow men&lt;br /&gt;We are the stuffed men&lt;br /&gt;Leaning together&lt;br /&gt;Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!&lt;br /&gt;Our dried voices, when&lt;br /&gt;We whisper together&lt;br /&gt;Are quiet and meaningless&lt;br /&gt;As wind in dry grass&lt;br /&gt;Or rats' feet over broken glass&lt;br /&gt;In our dry cellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shape without form, shade without colour,&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed force, gesture without motion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have crossed&lt;br /&gt;With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Remember us - if at all - not as lost&lt;br /&gt;Violent souls, but only&lt;br /&gt;As the hollow men&lt;br /&gt;The stuffed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes I dare not meet in dreams&lt;br /&gt;In death's dream kingdom&lt;br /&gt;These do not appear:&lt;br /&gt;There, the eyes are&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight on a broken column&lt;br /&gt;There, is a tree swinging&lt;br /&gt;And voices are&lt;br /&gt;In the wind's singing&lt;br /&gt;More distant and more solemn&lt;br /&gt;Than a fading star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be no nearer&lt;br /&gt;In death's dream kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Let me also wear&lt;br /&gt;Such deliberate disguises&lt;br /&gt;Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves&lt;br /&gt;In a field&lt;br /&gt;Behaving as the wind behaves&lt;br /&gt;No nearer --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that final meeting&lt;br /&gt;In the twilight kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dead land&lt;br /&gt;This is cactus land&lt;br /&gt;Here the stone images&lt;br /&gt;Are raised, here they receive&lt;br /&gt;The supplication of a dead man's hand&lt;br /&gt;Under the twinkle of a fading star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it like this&lt;br /&gt;In death's other kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Waking alone&lt;br /&gt;At the hour when we are&lt;br /&gt;Trembling with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Lips that would kiss&lt;br /&gt;Form prayers to broken stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are not here&lt;br /&gt;There are no eyes here&lt;br /&gt;In this valley of dying stars&lt;br /&gt;In this hollow valley&lt;br /&gt;This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this last of meeting places&lt;br /&gt;We grope together&lt;br /&gt;And avoid speech&lt;br /&gt;Gathered on this beach of the tumid river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sightless, unless&lt;br /&gt;The eyes reappear&lt;br /&gt;As the perpetual star&lt;br /&gt;Multifoliate rose&lt;br /&gt;Of death's twilight kingdom&lt;br /&gt;The hope only&lt;br /&gt;Of empty men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go round the prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;Prickly pear prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;Here we go round the prickly pear&lt;br /&gt;At five o'clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the idea&lt;br /&gt;And the reality&lt;br /&gt;Between the motion&lt;br /&gt;And the act&lt;br /&gt;Falls the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the conception&lt;br /&gt;And the creation&lt;br /&gt;Between the emotion&lt;br /&gt;And the response&lt;br /&gt;Falls the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the desire&lt;br /&gt;And the spasm&lt;br /&gt;Between the potency&lt;br /&gt;And the existence&lt;br /&gt;Between the essence&lt;br /&gt;And the descent&lt;br /&gt;Falls the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;For Thine is the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;This is the way the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Not with a bang but a whimper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wrote "Now I understand why I don't like poetry, it has no meaning other than the Authors, and you are all only speculating as to the meaning. And to think I came here to try to have an interest in poetry, you have all failed me miserably.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-9018375201359260803?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9018375201359260803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9018375201359260803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#9018375201359260803' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4439529193013943987</id><published>2010-09-22T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:05:42.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;N.O.O.B&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One paragraph into it I realize how noob it sounds. I labelled the document 'let's try not to be such a noob' for reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief. This is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4439529193013943987?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4439529193013943987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4439529193013943987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4439529193013943987' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4881462174182239187</id><published>2010-09-20T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:27:37.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Ass kickery&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with me is that I need to be kicked in the ass every step of the way to get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4881462174182239187?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4881462174182239187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4881462174182239187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4881462174182239187' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8488981205599711583</id><published>2010-09-06T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:47:36.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Thank you&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you silicone, now my hand feels very well exfoliated, shiny, smooth as new like a newborn baby's hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8488981205599711583?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8488981205599711583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8488981205599711583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8488981205599711583' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7817812290633647633</id><published>2010-09-06T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:42:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;GRRRRR&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western blot, you can go to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7817812290633647633?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7817812290633647633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7817812290633647633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7817812290633647633' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7958167293565077425</id><published>2010-09-03T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:59:51.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;This farce&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. It's such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I please refuse to be part of this farce?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7958167293565077425?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7958167293565077425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7958167293565077425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7958167293565077425' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4078835777691201259</id><published>2010-08-19T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:21:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Nuansa Bening&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJZPSHTx9uE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJZPSHTx9uE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic but not disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Liha sick of this song because I kept playing it LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4078835777691201259?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4078835777691201259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4078835777691201259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4078835777691201259' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5756050051984393166</id><published>2010-08-11T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:53:39.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;The dumb&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone always has the dumb everytime I let it die. It's like a person becoming stupid after you starve him. =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5756050051984393166?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5756050051984393166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5756050051984393166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#5756050051984393166' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4816380487074133655</id><published>2010-07-14T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:50:16.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;O,O&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: so Ross you can eat pork?&lt;br /&gt;R: (O,O) uhh yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4816380487074133655?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4816380487074133655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4816380487074133655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4816380487074133655' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4415834023176121558</id><published>2010-07-09T16:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:15:19.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;All these godly things&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told before that there's no way I can see the apple if I refuse to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the problem with abstract things such as faith is that, well at least to me there's always the benefit of the doubt. For something that can neither be proved or disproved, how can one say with an absolute certainty which faith represents the absolute truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is. Perhaps it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me once, &lt;em&gt;you see in all the textbook the drawing of Jesus is that of a white man, but to the Africans Jesus is probably a black man&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought there's nothing wrong with having a black Jesus (never mind that he was from Israel). In fact I'm rather fond of what this person said because he does not take things very literally. And religion is very much a matter of interpretation in my opinion. Like literature. Because surely there's got to be more than one way of looking at things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a priest say before that if you do not believe in (insert a particular religious doctrine/figure), you are going to hell. I found that to be very presumptuos and small minded. But mostly presumptuous. And arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because how do you, a mere mortal (never mind that you spent half your life in a religious school) know what the higher power is thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outrageous answer to this outrageous statement from the priest back then was a simple (and perhaps rather rebellious): what if I choose not to believe in the existence of a small minded and petty God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question follows then, can we choose what kind of God we want to believe in? If half the world is right, then we definitely can. Because isn't the process of adopting a religion involves choosing what God you want to believe in? And it so happens that this priest choose to believe in such God that I refuse to acknowledge. A matter of a difference in opinion. Which is hardly worthy of this 'punishment of going to hell'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this reminds me of a scene in Boston Legal. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shore: Denny do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Denny Crane: yes&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shore: why?&lt;br /&gt;Denny Crane: What do you mean why?&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shore: Why do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Denny Crane: Because if it turns out there's none, all's well and if it turns out there's one I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of a God IS the higher power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to think that the higher power would be beyond being small minded and petty, condemning any non believers (when they have every right to be because there really is no way to prove or disprove) straight to this 'hell' of the priest. (yes I'm calling it HIS hell because I certainly don't buy it and therefore it exists only in his imagination. Yes, an arrogant statement I know but how &lt;em&gt;fitting&lt;/em&gt; a retort under the circumstances! And mind you, I am not even certain that what he says is what the religion wishes to convey to the public which means you know that it is rather disgraceful to have this fella who was supposedly 'a man of the cloth' saying such things because imagine this, if the staff in the american embassy or say the american ambassador himself is rude and annoying and inefficient, can you blame people for not thinking too highly of america?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aren't we all imperfect beings? And isn't our imperfection already a form of mitigating circustamces that may explain our lack of faith? Our, if I may say so, inability to see the existence of this higher power? Surely we can be forgiven for that? Surely the intention matters? We are at least advance enough to recognize for example, the difference between pre-meditated murder and un-premeditated murder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the higher power is that small minded and petty, how different is he from us mere mortals? Surely the gap that separates us is bigger than that? I'd certainly like to think so. Because isn't the point of believing in a higher power to give a greater meaning to this mortal existence of ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is a certain depth to this life that we perhaps cannot see, being the lowly beings that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it. I read this essay once that someone wrote. Not in quite the same words as the ones I'd be using but the gist of it is: He was asking what if God is just like us? A tad bit lazy. Easily bored (I mean if you're immortal I guess you'd be needing a lot of entertainment to while away all those time). Can be grumpy from time to time. And so he created a world just to...well... see how things go basically. Like a tv. For entertainment. He'd be too lazy to meddle in the humans' affairs but he can certainly be a busybody and observes things. And I suppose there's enough drama in this world to keep anybody occupied. And when one human dies, well it wouldn't matter much because he can just make several more. One is the same as the rest. And when he gets bored of this he can obliterate it and make a different sort of world. Perhaps with only cows in it. You'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, what a bleak bleak world this is. To be made for entertainment. (No offense to entertainers in general but you know, you get my drift).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, even though I am very much a natural pessimist, I choose to think that the higher power is better than that. And no priest is going to tell me otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4415834023176121558?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4415834023176121558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4415834023176121558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4415834023176121558' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4160558788601969569</id><published>2010-07-08T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:10:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;You don't know?&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know who _ _ _ _ _ is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's because you always call him the 'malay boy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that he is a senior staff and is very much no longer a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that he has a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4160558788601969569?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4160558788601969569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4160558788601969569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#4160558788601969569' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7783603533483497299</id><published>2010-06-28T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:41:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Nice excuse&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are still young you can still change'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's a really nice excuse. And what gives old people the right to be full of defects in character without bothering to correct them themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, it's too late when you're old? How is it too late exactly? The character has been shaped? How nonsensical. What makes you think MY character hasn't been shaped by this age? Who decides at what age is our character shaped? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a defect needs to be rectified, it needs to be rectified. How does your age matter? If you steal when you're 16 and when you're 50, how are you any less guilty if you do it when you're 50? In fact, shouldn't older people KNOW better? Their 50 years odd of life experience should tell them just how wrong stealing is and the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me the bullshit about how I can change BECAUSE I am still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You old people can too, you just don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, what if I decide that MY character has been shaped and it's too late to change huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7783603533483497299?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7783603533483497299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7783603533483497299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#7783603533483497299' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3516698906630547835</id><published>2010-06-28T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:47:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Hah&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a quickness of temper is a fault, then so must be busybodiness. Which is a bigger fault in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if one has to fix quickness of temper, try fixing busybodiness &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;. Both are in a similar category anyway: they can be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;helped&lt;/span&gt; unlike your built or the size of your skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop being a busybody first and then you can lecture me about my temper. Hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3516698906630547835?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3516698906630547835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3516698906630547835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3516698906630547835' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8611009534359314901</id><published>2010-06-23T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:06:22.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Well well well&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being this colour makes me narcissistic. I like checking myself out in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8611009534359314901?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8611009534359314901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8611009534359314901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8611009534359314901' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5759029402196450002</id><published>2010-06-10T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:17:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Fear&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of death, it lingers. Like a bitter aftertaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5759029402196450002?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5759029402196450002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5759029402196450002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5759029402196450002' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8847588166063978711</id><published>2010-06-03T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:42:56.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;LOL&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much stimulation dulls the senses. I swear. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8847588166063978711?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8847588166063978711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8847588166063978711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8847588166063978711' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8077224815555205104</id><published>2010-05-27T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:53:27.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Heh&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop fishing for compliments la bloody hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8077224815555205104?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8077224815555205104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8077224815555205104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8077224815555205104' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7947657709237470862</id><published>2010-05-24T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:29:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Suppose&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you can apply what you learn about politics at the state level on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bothers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7947657709237470862?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7947657709237470862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7947657709237470862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7947657709237470862' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4558667984514660727</id><published>2010-05-24T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:35:25.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Death&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a friend's house the other day. His mom just passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no good with goodbyes and condolences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't offer any comforting words. But I guess the point isn't to comfort. Because surely there is no comforting THAT. Actually I'm not sure what the point is. Just being there I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4558667984514660727?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4558667984514660727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4558667984514660727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4558667984514660727' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8764478241240044549</id><published>2010-05-24T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:37:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Euphemism&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your guitar plucking is not regular regularly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to brainwash you with the double REGULAR when really, you're irregular hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8764478241240044549?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8764478241240044549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8764478241240044549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8764478241240044549' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-740589584373255780</id><published>2010-05-21T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:03:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;You're hired lol&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHZzObQUgE8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHZzObQUgE8&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-740589584373255780?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/740589584373255780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/740589584373255780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#740589584373255780' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1323592239887945145</id><published>2010-05-20T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:38:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Cuz sometimes the reasons don't matter&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon: Pin is very happy you're coming&lt;br /&gt;R: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my neighbour from hall gave me chocolate and I asked her "why?" And when I told my friend this, she said "can't you just say thank you and please give me another one next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits die hard. I really don't mean to sound so unappreciative but I guess my mouth is faster than my brain =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1323592239887945145?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1323592239887945145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1323592239887945145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1323592239887945145' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1091562527961360689</id><published>2010-05-20T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:09:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;LOL&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saddistic one liner tampered with good humour did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not an option so don't even think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1091562527961360689?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1091562527961360689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1091562527961360689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#1091562527961360689' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-9035517480845790404</id><published>2010-05-20T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:00:34.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Wenlock and Mandeville&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UF3wze8_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/933NcyCBuFQ/s1600/Ugly+Wenlock+and+Mandeville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UF3wze8_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/933NcyCBuFQ/s400/Ugly+Wenlock+and+Mandeville.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287377690489842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: lol omg kiwi did you go see the mascot for Olympics 2012 in london?&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: nope what is it&lt;br /&gt;R: it's as someone so aptly put it "so freaking ugly" lol (give link to the above picture)&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: WHAT THE. YES freaking ugly &lt;br /&gt;R: HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: One eyed weirdo oh crap it's damn ugly the beijing one is so much better&lt;br /&gt;R: loll ANYTHING ELSE IS BETTER THAN THAT hell even merly and lio LOL or was it lyo?one of those lol&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: it looks damn ridiculous didn't they do some survey before deciding on it&lt;br /&gt;R: apparently they did. Interview some kid. Look what good did it do LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: How abt the ADULTS man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;R: dex, why is the London mascots for Olympics 2012 so UGLYYYYYYYYYY LOLLLL&lt;br /&gt;Dex: Because&lt;br /&gt;they're retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love how the new york times put it: "Like other Olympic mascots, Wenlock and Mandeville are meant to evoke the spirit of the Games and the host country, but also connect children with sports. At first glance, these non-mammalian characters seem far from achieving those goals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-9035517480845790404?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9035517480845790404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9035517480845790404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#9035517480845790404' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UF3wze8_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/933NcyCBuFQ/s72-c/Ugly+Wenlock+and+Mandeville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-8113490480637488902</id><published>2010-05-20T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:49:38.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;My time schedule&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UFjpLvIgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sr-UpPz1tbs/s1600/lol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UFjpLvIgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sr-UpPz1tbs/s400/lol1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473287032047346178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8113490480637488902?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8113490480637488902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8113490480637488902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8113490480637488902' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S_UFjpLvIgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sr-UpPz1tbs/s72-c/lol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-6220470472781153429</id><published>2010-05-12T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:59:48.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Students- the second class citizens&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes well around here students are treated like second class citizens. That is as opposed to staff (and surprisingly it doesn't matter staff of what level; even low level staff trumps students).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which to me is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a teacher once who told me, "what do you think I'm smarter than you just because I'm the teacher? I'm not; I'm just here earlier and I learnt things earlier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I don't understand is this perceived superiority 'bestowed' to a staff. Being a staff doesn't automatically imply you're more intelligent. They just enter the workforce earlier. No offense but ESPECIALLY administrative staff; you don't need rocket science to be one. (Offense intended in this one: especially if you're one who does nothing for the most part but plays puzzle on your PC and gets paid every month!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, being a student means you're moving forward. That you are still exploring your potential and once you're done you will be a step above those who remains stationary. Because, admit it: Higher accreditation will give you higher position. A higher position that will automatically trump these very staff that remains stationary (never mind that they have been there for ages). It's not a matter of if; it's a matter of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying old staff don't have their own merit. They have experience of course, which would be useful for a lot of things (unless you play puzzle and gossip all day, in which case all you accumulate is not useful experience but bad karma). But it is by no means any measuring bar for superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to acknowledge this perceived superiority. I will play the game but I won't bow down to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6220470472781153429?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6220470472781153429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6220470472781153429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6220470472781153429' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6350552927325156293</id><published>2010-05-11T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:24:15.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Of apologies, divorce and annulment&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To annul a marriage is to take it as never happening before&lt;br /&gt;To divorce is to actually get married first before parting ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apology today it's like a divorce, not an annulment. Irrespective of my sincerity, having to apologise means I did say those things to her. That at one point I've made my point. That at one point I didn't let it go and let her have her ways. That I stood my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise not because I'm the least bit apologetic. This apology is proof that I said those things to her I'm not at all sorry about. This apology isn't like an annulment. This apology isn't meant to take back whatever I said and let it be forgotten. I meant every single word, right down to the last snap and tone (if not more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This apology is to ease my passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This apology has nothing to do with my repentance. This apology is to ease my passage. This apology is to ease my passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write all these down before the insanity killed me. And it will- I'm sure- kill me. Part of my sense of self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6350552927325156293?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6350552927325156293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6350552927325156293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6350552927325156293' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2272059183752810687</id><published>2010-05-10T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:37:44.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;A sore point with me&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's appalling how everything you despise is supposed to stand for someone you ought to respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so appalling it makes me sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2272059183752810687?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2272059183752810687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2272059183752810687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2272059183752810687' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5947227272245006101</id><published>2010-05-07T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:39:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Coolness&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's doing this when everybody else is playing it the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6CFAbVHMBQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6CFAbVHMBQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5947227272245006101?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5947227272245006101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5947227272245006101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5947227272245006101' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6544300829216692369</id><published>2010-05-06T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:50:06.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;The problem&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I'm not quite sure how to put this but let me try an analogy (I've been told my analogy sucks but let me hazard it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent, I guess you would be the person who knows your kid best. And so theoretically you'd be the best person to decide things for the kid (and not just theoretically, sometimes you just HAVE to make decision for him simply because of your association to him). And yet you won't necessarily make the best decisions in the world in the grand scheme of things. Someone else who thinks differently from you (a stranger for example) may make a better decision for your kid, given that he knows your kid as well as you (except that he doesn't, because he isn't even acquainted with your kid). A decision that allows your kid to reach greater heights than if you were to make the decision for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all stuck with these 'next bests', the 'best' being unattainable because of our own limitation; the only way to attain it being either to achieve perfection ourselves (which is impossible) or to somehow spot that other perspective we're missing from someone else by chance (which is also rather unlikely).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6544300829216692369?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6544300829216692369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6544300829216692369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6544300829216692369' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8874944313497101068</id><published>2010-05-04T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:33:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot told me this today, "don't worry everybody here likes you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid (and insulting, actually because does she really expect me to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it? I'm not that delusional) thing to say. Obviously NOT everybody here likes me. In fact, some people probably hate me. But that's fine because really, the feeling is mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows it. I know it. Everybody here likes me my ass. I might as well say you're diligent, intelligent and HAVE MORAL INTEGRITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8874944313497101068?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8874944313497101068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8874944313497101068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8874944313497101068' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-188028413690346954</id><published>2010-05-04T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:42:02.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;95&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see they've upgraded 95 into one of those environmentally more friendly natural, gas powered, newer (and hence better smelling) buses with a design so stupid it is LESS space efficient than the old buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why upgrade the bus? I'd say upgrade the drivers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-188028413690346954?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/188028413690346954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/188028413690346954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#188028413690346954' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-9014715275365257968</id><published>2010-05-03T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:31:35.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;GOLD&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Gold! It's very uh UVERworld. I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hla57dY1ziM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hla57dY1ziM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-9014715275365257968?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9014715275365257968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/9014715275365257968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#9014715275365257968' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4638069323306797780</id><published>2010-05-03T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:32:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;$@#)@^%&amp;@%O&amp;@^@*&amp;()@#&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still angry after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that some things I want to say I (quite obviously) can't. Like for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YOU LAZY FUCK&lt;br /&gt;2) DON'T DECIDE ON THINGS THAT'S GOING TO AFFECT ME ESPECIALLY IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON(AND DON'T PRETEND THAT YOU DO BECAUSE YOU DON'T AND I CAN SEE THROUGH IT EVERYTIME)&lt;br /&gt;3) DON'T CONVENIENTLY FORGET THE TIME YOU WERE BEING SO BLATANTLY UNETHICAL AND DUMP IT ON ME&lt;br /&gt;4) STOP CLAIMING CREDIT FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IF YOU BARELY CONTRIBUTE&lt;br /&gt;5) STUPID STUPID SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;6) YOU LAZY FUCK &lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H2&gt;7) STUPIDSTUPIDSHIT &lt;/H2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stop listening to this song. Or it'll turn into one of those annoying songs lugged with bad impressions or more precisely in this case, has STUPIDSHIT written all over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4638069323306797780?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4638069323306797780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4638069323306797780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4638069323306797780' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8722706534222983562</id><published>2010-05-03T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:09:59.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sunday night. And I hate monday even more. So I'm grouchy and should really sleep now. Came across this thing though lemme post it =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoriginal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ripoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=19400386&amp;vid=7414735&amp;lang=en-gb&amp;intl=sg&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video05/7414735_rnd0ba6af1e_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=19400386&amp;vid=7414735&amp;lang=en-gb&amp;intl=sg&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video05/7414735_rnd0ba6af1e_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/watch/7414735/19400386"&gt;Telephone Remake&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com" &gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8722706534222983562?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8722706534222983562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8722706534222983562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8722706534222983562' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7132300617233574727</id><published>2010-04-29T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:49:51.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Ha Ha&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7132300617233574727?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7132300617233574727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7132300617233574727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7132300617233574727' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6166056000545421512</id><published>2010-04-27T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:14:43.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Oooooo&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm somebody stumbles on my blog using the search phrase 'tired of spiritual bullshit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's really nothing spiritual here, much less spiritual bullshit =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6166056000545421512?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6166056000545421512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6166056000545421512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6166056000545421512' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5438941957823941978</id><published>2010-04-27T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:13:16.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case you missed the one below. HAHAHAHAHA. Admit it, she's pretty pretty. The carrying case though, it could've said a lot cooler things than ROAD READY. It can for example, not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b-w1-V4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oikfvcpws-E/s1600/27042010942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b-w1-V4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oikfvcpws-E/s400/27042010942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464835312936411426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5438941957823941978?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5438941957823941978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5438941957823941978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5438941957823941978' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b-w1-V4SI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oikfvcpws-E/s72-c/27042010942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-1445146947624342071</id><published>2010-04-27T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:05:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Guess whose?&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no prize cuz it's too easy peasy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b9EW7sBdI/AAAAAAAAAds/2s1-krUBd5U/s1600/01032010918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b9EW7sBdI/AAAAAAAAAds/2s1-krUBd5U/s400/01032010918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464833449177908690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1445146947624342071?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1445146947624342071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1445146947624342071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1445146947624342071' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b9EW7sBdI/AAAAAAAAAds/2s1-krUBd5U/s72-c/01032010918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-8470334158852951720</id><published>2010-04-27T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:02:18.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b8YMj-H1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/P8Do3nWDrKk/s1600/Stitch+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b8YMj-H1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/P8Do3nWDrKk/s400/Stitch+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464832690479832914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8470334158852951720?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8470334158852951720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8470334158852951720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8470334158852951720' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b8YMj-H1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/P8Do3nWDrKk/s72-c/Stitch+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-6044904168431177586</id><published>2010-04-27T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:59:52.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Leopard print is all the rage?&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b7Sf4CS2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_uKBaqeC6g/s1600/26042010938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b7Sf4CS2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_uKBaqeC6g/s400/26042010938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464831493073423202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into one of them aunties in the lab. Because you see the one thing they all have in common is, keeping a plant pet (or in my case, just to annoy sheegoon a PETPET LOL). I'm adopting one =,= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you gotta admit them camouflage army style leaves are pretty cute. This baby is an orchid supposedly but it never blooms, so you never know. Well at least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; never know =,=.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6044904168431177586?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6044904168431177586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6044904168431177586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6044904168431177586' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b7Sf4CS2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L_uKBaqeC6g/s72-c/26042010938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-8046557584460567081</id><published>2010-04-27T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:56:16.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;My pretty pretty one&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b61yqHFfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HHu2MbxWUXA/s1600/27042010943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b61yqHFfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HHu2MbxWUXA/s400/27042010943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464830999899084274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww My pretty pretty one the friend of Suparjo LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8046557584460567081?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8046557584460567081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8046557584460567081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8046557584460567081' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S9b61yqHFfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/HHu2MbxWUXA/s72-c/27042010943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-1793290099856981462</id><published>2010-04-17T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:24:21.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Outstanding award&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: And the outstanding award goes to..........Alvyn...&lt;br /&gt;Alvyn: (walking up the stage)&lt;br /&gt;MC: Alvyn do you know why you win the outstanding award?&lt;br /&gt;Alvyn: Because I'm too awesome&lt;br /&gt;MC: Because you're always outside standing smoking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which he really does. Quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1793290099856981462?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1793290099856981462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1793290099856981462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1793290099856981462' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5915660178653575870</id><published>2010-04-13T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:03:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Dentist Office Bulletin Board&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SHJA25GSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/y1cICMGaAJA/s1600/dont-scream-at-dentists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SHJA25GSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/y1cICMGaAJA/s400/dont-scream-at-dentists.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459637237198690594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;You just gotta Beleive!&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SHrKVs0zI/AAAAAAAAAdM/UhzldnnO9qc/s1600/become-good-at-anyithing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SHrKVs0zI/AAAAAAAAAdM/UhzldnnO9qc/s400/become-good-at-anyithing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459637823859381042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise makes Perfict…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5915660178653575870?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5915660178653575870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5915660178653575870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5915660178653575870' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SHJA25GSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/y1cICMGaAJA/s72-c/dont-scream-at-dentists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-1855467366388915882</id><published>2010-04-13T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:47:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Also the drink. makes the drive dangerously&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SDkkB4npI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qDP8SW03agw/s1600/makes-the-health-badly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SDkkB4npI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qDP8SW03agw/s400/makes-the-health-badly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459633312449994386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bacon -  makes the breakfast tastefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1855467366388915882?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1855467366388915882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1855467366388915882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1855467366388915882' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S8SDkkB4npI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qDP8SW03agw/s72-c/makes-the-health-badly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-5033465091628722815</id><published>2010-03-30T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:51:27.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;If I were&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wrote on his wall, "Dear mother nature, I thought we've established that winter is over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somebody replied, " Dear Haskell, I'm sorry that my son (that El Nino) and my daughter (La Nina), is ruining the weather system, they haven't got home. But please do tell them to come home soon. Mother awaits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we could all do without warmer weather. If I were mother nature, the son is the first one I'm going to disown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5033465091628722815?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5033465091628722815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5033465091628722815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5033465091628722815' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5284890913947026256</id><published>2010-03-23T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:52:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;ARGH&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way heaven makes sport of men is really superior. It makes me want to laugh. Except that the laugh won't come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5284890913947026256?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5284890913947026256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5284890913947026256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5284890913947026256' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2767376985355586288</id><published>2010-03-22T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:24:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S6d9nOl0RXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QI6Sns98kDs/s1600-h/pygmy-seahorse-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S6d9nOl0RXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QI6Sns98kDs/s400/pygmy-seahorse-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451463986840356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I DON'T HAVE PIMPLESSSS I SWEARRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2767376985355586288?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2767376985355586288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2767376985355586288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2767376985355586288' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S6d9nOl0RXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/QI6Sns98kDs/s72-c/pygmy-seahorse-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-8815707579593150403</id><published>2010-03-22T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:39:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;LOL&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Stupid goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Ur boyfriend left yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: U knew huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Ur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: School can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Gossip is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Hurrrrrryyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Before my phone freezes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Btw I'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: U suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Dyyyying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinclair says: Omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:27:28 - Sinclair appears to be offline and will receive your messages after signing in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I guess I'm not the only one with a rebelliously annoying phone with the lifespan of a butterfly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8815707579593150403?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8815707579593150403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8815707579593150403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#8815707579593150403' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2569258980946142473</id><published>2010-03-19T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:34:08.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;This half-hearted resolve&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2569258980946142473?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2569258980946142473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2569258980946142473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2569258980946142473' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2149381274160772334</id><published>2010-03-16T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:44:28.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Stupid is as stupid does&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so they're going to practically THROW AWAY BLOOD. For what, a non violent public demonstration for the sake of what, democracy?  I'm no politician so to me this is just a PLAIN STUPID THING TO DO. Not to mention infuriating. Ok sure it's symbolic (being symbolic is the LEAST thing such a WASTEFUL ACT should achieve). And the alternative of that, something much less &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;symbolic&lt;/span&gt; like say... DONATING YOUR BLOOD TO THE BLOOD BANK... THAT well you can hardly mobilize such a large number of people (ONE HUNDRED THOUSANDS mind you) for THAT, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by any stretch of the imagination. The blood bank is always so busy recruiting people, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what you could do with such a large amount of blood. The number of people it can help save (1000L is good for 200 people and that's if this 200 people get the full 5L of total blood!). The number of haematopoietic stem cells it can provide. This is just so unbelievably and sinfully wasteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention a PUBLIC HAZARD. Ok when the reporter asked if 'you're worried that it may spread diseases', this fella actually said no because the syringe is disposable. Ok so the blood withdrawing procedure is aseptic and what, that 1000L of blood pooling there on the floor is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt;??? Whatever happened to Hepatitis B?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to argue in a debate before about how ideology is more powerful than force. It probably &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. Because you can brainwash all the stupid people in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2149381274160772334?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2149381274160772334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2149381274160772334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2149381274160772334' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1258264499405636766</id><published>2010-03-16T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:59:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;The theory behind&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: have u watched alice in wonderland huh? johnny depp is CUTE &lt;br /&gt;R: not yet lol. You clearly have huh&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: of course but my friend says he doesn't need to act much, his makeup is so thick his expression is blocked by all e powder &lt;br /&gt;R: HAHAHAHAHAAA zhen de maaa doesn't it actually mean he needs to act MORE to show expression through all that thick powder cuz you know the face is more stiff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1258264499405636766?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1258264499405636766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1258264499405636766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1258264499405636766' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4434160816798008840</id><published>2010-03-02T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:26:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Stupid shit&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you absolutely have to be a shit, don't be a shit that blocks the drain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4434160816798008840?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4434160816798008840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4434160816798008840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4434160816798008840' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5629459882945985036</id><published>2010-02-26T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:12:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Natural black&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: What is?&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: wait ah I'm arguing with someone online now &lt;br /&gt;R: LOL ok&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: wa ross I think my face is damn black now &lt;br /&gt;R: lol but but but they're NATURALLY black; even in non-pissed condition&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: THANKS AH ROSS &lt;br /&gt;R: hahahaha but but but it's trueeeeee. But I suppose now is just a darker shade of black (as opposed to a whiter shade of pale LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5629459882945985036?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5629459882945985036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5629459882945985036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5629459882945985036' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-834130216702002714</id><published>2010-02-26T01:06:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:15:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;*Throw eggs*&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt of our fight the other day. In a goat and chicken war there's a lot of egg throwing and shit and bad smell hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4axndJmWKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8RqngMfAiaw/s1600-h/turtle+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4axndJmWKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8RqngMfAiaw/s400/turtle+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442232491121727650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4axwHuXAZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PCgWrMfbR9o/s1600-h/hare1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4axwHuXAZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/PCgWrMfbR9o/s400/hare1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442232639989154194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4azY33_4uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MyW1Fsizkak/s1600-h/The+picture+pight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4azY33_4uI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MyW1Fsizkak/s400/The+picture+pight2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442234439620879074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4azw4TuZkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hY-tNFFkRAk/s1600-h/hare+fart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4azw4TuZkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hY-tNFFkRAk/s400/hare+fart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442234852054033986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0Fa3tY4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EO4iIokV3sM/s1600-h/turtlegrr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0Fa3tY4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EO4iIokV3sM/s400/turtlegrr.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235204929151874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0Si5bL7I/AAAAAAAAAac/1AbyytuawSw/s1600-h/turtleeathare.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0Si5bL7I/AAAAAAAAAac/1AbyytuawSw/s400/turtleeathare.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235430422130610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0hHgGiMI/AAAAAAAAAak/ilXIt7HmBHM/s1600-h/harechopsturtlebelly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a0hHgGiMI/AAAAAAAAAak/ilXIt7HmBHM/s400/harechopsturtlebelly.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442235680766200002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a1dpc24SI/AAAAAAAAAas/yy8hTZvbLmA/s1600-h/hare+satay"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a1dpc24SI/AAAAAAAAAas/yy8hTZvbLmA/s400/hare+satay" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442236720671547682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4gAbRucI5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qrPGip0NOCc/s1600-h/stealin+mah+kidneys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4gAbRucI5I/AAAAAAAAAcc/qrPGip0NOCc/s400/stealin+mah+kidneys.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442600618291897234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4gBfQE3FtI/AAAAAAAAAck/EfCtjl2VEgg/s1600-h/gimmeh+yr+kidney.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4gBfQE3FtI/AAAAAAAAAck/EfCtjl2VEgg/s400/gimmeh+yr+kidney.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442601786080171730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a1yZnIvmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/WUE6b6pyBas/s1600-h/nonononoross.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4a1yZnIvmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/WUE6b6pyBas/s400/nonononoross.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442237077196947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f4USvb7uI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-8I2kJ5Ns_4/s1600-h/chopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f4USvb7uI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-8I2kJ5Ns_4/s400/chopper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442591702212407010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f4qIKLH8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/L8lMBSuAs_w/s1600-h/pantpantnervous.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f4qIKLH8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/L8lMBSuAs_w/s400/pantpantnervous.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442592077328883650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f48CjZhgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pexews0KOQY/s1600-h/insectrepellent.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f48CjZhgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pexews0KOQY/s400/insectrepellent.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442592385061717506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f5No7KOAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/a1PF8l7KjSw/s1600-h/stuffing+the+turtle+meanie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f5No7KOAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/a1PF8l7KjSw/s400/stuffing+the+turtle+meanie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442592687419701250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f5e1hmA1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/th659EtVok4/s1600-h/and+the+smell+kills+the+hare+too.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f5e1hmA1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/th659EtVok4/s400/and+the+smell+kills+the+hare+too.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442592982859907922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f6sTLMxUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/A5LQeor0B_I/s1600-h/RIP.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f6sTLMxUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/A5LQeor0B_I/s400/RIP.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594313668969794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f6-2PqlRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Q8j3zeVl5LU/s1600-h/the+hare+poops+on+paulpandi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f6-2PqlRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Q8j3zeVl5LU/s400/the+hare+poops+on+paulpandi.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442594632320587026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f7fAMM4CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7vT9u6hrj8M/s1600-h/stupid+sheegoon+sleeps+earlier.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f7fAMM4CI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7vT9u6hrj8M/s400/stupid+sheegoon+sleeps+earlier.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442595184746225698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f71aMsTTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XrVhV3QrRo4/s1600-h/murder+in+her+sleep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f71aMsTTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XrVhV3QrRo4/s400/murder+in+her+sleep.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442595569684729138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f8X95fp3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/EEL6fhpOoFM/s1600-h/stupid+sheegoon+goes+offline+msn+icon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f8X95fp3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/EEL6fhpOoFM/s400/stupid+sheegoon+goes+offline+msn+icon.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442596163383437170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f82NAfysI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OGx1vMDg_7o/s1600-h/bash2+icon+kills+the+hare.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4f82NAfysI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OGx1vMDg_7o/s400/bash2+icon+kills+the+hare.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442596682835413698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goon is now offline*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the fight ends. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-834130216702002714?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/834130216702002714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/834130216702002714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#834130216702002714' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S4axndJmWKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8RqngMfAiaw/s72-c/turtle+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-8162451716404616148</id><published>2010-02-24T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:28:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;When mathematical equations don't quite cut it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y = 1.5x + 2.80 (where y = midnight taxi fare and x = time spent on the taxi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes well I worked out this formula on the way home the other night because really y cannot be &gt; 50 because it just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didn't exist&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found that while the equation really is so obviously linear, it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;linear. It feels &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;exponential&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8162451716404616148?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8162451716404616148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8162451716404616148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8162451716404616148' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-1469957875717235121</id><published>2010-02-19T20:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:02:48.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Ooooooooo I'm still alive&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one hell of a long ride; figuratively and literally. Figuratively, because it was most decidedly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; and I'm sure I was in some kind of mortal danger. Literally, because we got lost hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: hmmm traffic jam...should I squeeze through?&lt;br /&gt;R: yeah go &lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uh can you not squeeze so close to the car? My legs are hanging here&lt;br /&gt;M: Don't worry I use my side view mirror as a gauge&lt;br /&gt;R: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my legs protrude more than your side view mirror =,= uhhh can you remember that and take that into account when squeezing through?&lt;br /&gt;M: Don't worry you won't die you'll just lose a leg&lt;br /&gt;R: TWO legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;R: I think we're getting further and further away, this road heads to Sembawang =,=&lt;br /&gt;M: You mean I shouldn't have reversed? But it should be correct, we went to Upper Thomson road&lt;br /&gt;R: Uhh but you wanted to go to Upper Serangoon Road&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: and why are we near the Singapore zoo again?&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: my eyeballs are drying up&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a full suit body armour. With all that cars in the road. At that speed. And if I have spare guts left (it has been exhausted for the purpose of worrying about my life), I would probably curse and swear with a fervour that perhaps won't be more than but most probably equals that of sheegoon's in a bad traffic jam. Because some drivers are just plain IDIOTS. Must they cut lanes huh? CAN'T THEY SEE A MOTORCYCLE HERE? I'm talking about my rare AB- blood here. Even if we're near Mount Alvernia hospital (which by the way I was truly glad for)and even if I can be rushed there in time after an accident, WHAT IF THEY DON'T HAVE MY BLOOD IN THE BANK HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be philosophical about this, I think we got lost because the higher power wants me to ride in a motorcycle long enough to get traumatised enough to never want to ride in one ever again. Technically, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have stopped somewhere and decided to quit it and just took a bus home but I was thinking then (perhaps rather stupidly) that I have survived half the journey (I didn't know it then but I actually think wrong because we got lost so it was probably just one quarter hahaha) and the shorter distance left means that the odds of me surviving the rest of the journey is higher (but then again, the odds of me surviving a bus ride is probably even higher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be paranoia central talking for you. It was just ONE ride. What are the odds people die from one ride?&lt;br /&gt;But see if you think about it, I only have ONE life to kill too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And only one heart, no matter how clogged up the blood vessels might be.&lt;br /&gt;And only one brain, no matter how lacking in folds and memory space it might be&lt;br /&gt;And only one liver&lt;br /&gt;And 5 litres of blood the blood bank may not even have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big problem of riding a pillion is that with more mass, there is more inertia and more inertia means more instability. It'll be harder to control the balance. Some idiots can just cut your lane and you swerve and the pillion may get flung off the bike. Even without any idiots on the road, you may lose an organ or two just falling down at that speed. And them bloody trucks. Flesh against metal. It was no competition. It would be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;massacre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-1469957875717235121?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1469957875717235121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/1469957875717235121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1469957875717235121' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4678191499015242324</id><published>2010-02-11T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:09:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;She is common stock&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: eh are you an A blooder or B blooder?&lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: O lol&lt;br /&gt;R: realllllyyy? O+?&lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: ya the common one&lt;br /&gt;R: Why do you have&lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: the selfless one&lt;br /&gt;R: the commonest LOL LIESSSS&lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: yeah universal donor&lt;br /&gt;R: lol ewww O+&lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: why eww lol it's only blood type&lt;br /&gt;R: Why is there so many O people? &lt;br /&gt;Sheegoon: I'm common stock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4678191499015242324?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4678191499015242324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4678191499015242324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4678191499015242324' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7623474861113497194</id><published>2010-02-10T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:58:08.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;The &lt;STRIKE&gt;monkey&lt;/STRIKE&gt; sleepy business&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: sleepy eh rosssss &lt;br /&gt;R: me too. I can't help you. I can't even help myself lol&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: 自身难保 &lt;br /&gt;R: zi shen&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: do u know whats that?&lt;br /&gt;R: zi shen bla bla, was it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: hahaha zi shen nan bao. It means you can't even help yourself &lt;br /&gt;R: wow the zi is right. I almost wanted to say BAI. HAHAHAHA bai has only 2 chambers right, zi has 3? lol&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: CHAMBERS???? &lt;br /&gt;R: the you know,small windows&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: is that how you differentiate? hahahaha SMALL WINDOWS &lt;br /&gt;R: the oblong thingy damnit&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: I know what you mean but it's just funny how you describe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi &lt;SUB&gt;chambers/small windows/oblong thingy&lt;/SUB&gt;: check out my nick&lt;br /&gt;R: LOL SO PANTAT&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: ooo its been a long time since I see pantat, not e literal one hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7623474861113497194?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7623474861113497194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7623474861113497194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7623474861113497194' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7959913487654216443</id><published>2010-02-10T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:49:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Trying to live up to the standard that is no more&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7959913487654216443?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7959913487654216443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7959913487654216443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7959913487654216443' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3130507853105129654</id><published>2010-02-09T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:03:25.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;UVERworld!&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. This is why I love UVERworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJHt-SYhvEk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJHt-SYhvEk&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akira really reminds me of Sentot. There's that stubbornness in his playing that is so much like Sentot. It's like a race to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really like Takuya's voice much. But then again like sheegoon said I can't imagine anyone else singing UVERworld's song that'll rival the original. And I have new-found respect for him because apparently he wrote the music. And the music composition and arrangements are PRECISELY the reason I love UVERworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the drummer. Because he bears some resemblance to Jerry Yan; a more shoddy less handsome version perhaps but nevertheless some resemblance. =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3130507853105129654?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3130507853105129654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3130507853105129654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3130507853105129654' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3394163710447792081</id><published>2010-02-08T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:17:27.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;But but but but but&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking at my watch)&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: (waiting)&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhhhh hang onnn just oneeeee seconddddddd&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: Why does it take you so long just to look at the time&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok it's 8.34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: what time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking at my watch) uhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: (waiting)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why do you keep asking me?&lt;br /&gt;Ifon: Cuz i found you unreliable why does it take you so long just to look at the time&lt;br /&gt;Me: you don't understanddd... I gotta wait for the message to flash..... ok I can see it now it's 8.36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3394163710447792081?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3394163710447792081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3394163710447792081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3394163710447792081' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-8737516382472375783</id><published>2010-02-06T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:41:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWW kitty kitty kitty kittyyyyyyy&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I know how dumb blogspot can be and how the paragraphs never left align when I put pictures I'm just gonna put all the descriptions on top this time (so screw you blogspot and your stupidity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Followed by Goon And Wedge (note the absence of a whisker =,= but not to worry this one will &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; pass as a bear, even without whiskers on LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22MXDvcTqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tkmdnkE7npY/s1600-h/bakeneko.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22MXDvcTqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tkmdnkE7npY/s400/bakeneko.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435154653075230370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22Mj63v3MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CY9fW9SxvOk/s1600-h/bakeneko3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22Mj63v3MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/CY9fW9SxvOk/s400/bakeneko3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435154874032446658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22Msl6kFPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PMCaN7FkqR8/s1600-h/bakenekowedge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22Msl6kFPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/PMCaN7FkqR8/s400/bakenekowedge.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435155023025935602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-8737516382472375783?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8737516382472375783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/8737516382472375783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8737516382472375783' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/S22MXDvcTqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/tkmdnkE7npY/s72-c/bakeneko.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684432.post-6557182686933362261</id><published>2010-02-05T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:23:45.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Aqua Timez's 絵はがきの春&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember Velonica but hell this is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9C38R3Es34&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u9C38R3Es34&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6557182686933362261?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6557182686933362261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6557182686933362261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6557182686933362261' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3274478982332026175</id><published>2010-02-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:59:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Ghostnote I like!&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m53rqsve-Ng&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m53rqsve-Ng&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3274478982332026175?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3274478982332026175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3274478982332026175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3274478982332026175' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6996668732612246074</id><published>2010-01-31T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:21:59.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;And the bus crosses the sea&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a school excursion, but with no report at the end of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people have an icky head. And they put their head on the window and left a trail of grease worthy of Mc.Donald fries =,= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes well my seat on the bus didn't have such a glamorous scenery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6996668732612246074?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6996668732612246074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6996668732612246074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6996668732612246074' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3008152579782847507</id><published>2010-01-28T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:05:08.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Gah&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea made me pee myself dry. Bloody diuretics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3008152579782847507?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3008152579782847507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3008152579782847507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3008152579782847507' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4889183334656746249</id><published>2010-01-28T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:17:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Hahahahaha damn you&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I've been distracted a lot today. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: 回忆过去 痛苦的相思忘不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: 为何你还来 拨动我心跳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: 爱你怎么能了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: 今夜的你应该明了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: whats jin ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: 缘难了 情难了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: did u copy it from somewhere huh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: LOL so smart huh kiwi huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: and so little faith in my chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: none at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: r u sure u din copy it from somewhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: LOL I DID copy didn't I just admitttt =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: my compliment to you was my admission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: sheeesshhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: hahahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: i knew it man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: u shld have changed some words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: then it would look more believable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4889183334656746249?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4889183334656746249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4889183334656746249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4889183334656746249' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-5120088670589290913</id><published>2010-01-28T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:35:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Jessica Alba obsession breeds insanity&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: do you know abt this idiot china woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: who wants to have plastic surgery to look like jessica alba so she can get back together with her boyfriend????? the boyfriend hangs jessica alba's posters in his room and HE MADE HER WEAR BLONDE WIG just so she can look like jessica alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: i read abt it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: OMG JUST DUMP THE STUPID BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: and she's CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: she'll NEVER BE a jessica alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: apparently e surgery is gonna b free eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: THATS NOT EVEN THE POINT =,= LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: but she's still hoping to get back with e bf after e surgery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: cant believe her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I actually =,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-5120088670589290913?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5120088670589290913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/5120088670589290913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5120088670589290913' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-4213243805560463863</id><published>2010-01-28T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:57:47.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;The sour stuff&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to edit so this is copied and pasted directly from stupid ebuddy (and therefore the stupid "I say I say" i.e. not because I'm having some megalomania disorder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: kiwiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: im so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: what's new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: did u just take a nap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: tts y ur reply's so laggy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: no I was tryin to do some work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: read some shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: reading will make it worse man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: but thats my job for today =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: doing work = reading n writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: im eating sour stuff now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: hope it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: I cant stop eating this sour thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: is it some preserved stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: STOP EATING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: yeah it iss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: but but but its tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: n it keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: im reading now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: and I can actually concentrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: do u know how much salt it contains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: hmmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: but its not salty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: then maybe u shldnt stop after all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: just sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: LOLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: how much chemicals they put to make it sour n preserve it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: wat is it ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: ehem... Kiwi says: then maybe u shldnt stop after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: what about that huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: since tt can keep u awake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: continue eating it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: what abt the preservatives huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi says: dont give a shit abt e preservatives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-4213243805560463863?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4213243805560463863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/4213243805560463863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4213243805560463863' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6173860460330281007</id><published>2010-01-28T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:53:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Drinking tea&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in placebo effects. That's why I'm drinking tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6173860460330281007?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6173860460330281007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6173860460330281007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6173860460330281007' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-7865045120693421455</id><published>2010-01-26T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:04:01.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Blurb&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect the identity of the characters I'll leave them anonymous. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the spirit of algebra I shall call them X and Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: (reading 怎样面对一切 i.e. zen yang mian dui yi qie) So this means How to face the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Noooooo it's how to face all this&lt;br /&gt;X: Yi qie isn't the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;X: Then what's a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Wen ti&lt;br /&gt;X: Huh? But that's uncool, what's another one?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Kun nan&lt;br /&gt;X: Huhhhhh but that's also uncool, what's another one?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Cuo zhi&lt;br /&gt;X: Ohhhhh ok that sounds cool I have never heard it before&lt;br /&gt;Y: (Having this expression: =,=) See the problem with you is your vocabulary is too limited. I can just say anything. Problem is muo ru&lt;br /&gt;X: LIESSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-7865045120693421455?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7865045120693421455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/7865045120693421455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7865045120693421455' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-3411961131114106708</id><published>2010-01-25T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:02:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;RAWR&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people with license, who &lt;em&gt;essentially&lt;/em&gt; just &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is supposed to be an art. Well &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; for one wouldn't know anything about it being an art but when my dad taught us how to drive that's the one philosophy that got stuck to mind (besides the 'don't call papa papa, I can't save you just hold the BREAK')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if driving is all about &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; (this being the philosophy of my driving instructor) then this guy must be a heartless bastard. Rather accurate actually, because WHAT IF THERE ARE GRANDMAS on board huh? (Unlikely actually considering it's the 95 bus but EVEN SO).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-3411961131114106708?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3411961131114106708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/3411961131114106708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3411961131114106708' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-6199518876706756007</id><published>2010-01-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:13:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;H3&gt;Whywhywhywhyhwywhy&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Can you explain to me about the behavior of this phone huh?&lt;br /&gt;Wedy: It's being lazy like its owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=,=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-6199518876706756007?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6199518876706756007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/6199518876706756007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6199518876706756007' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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-6684432.post-2028034934201581257</id><published>2010-01-18T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:00:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;H3&gt;I'm stuck&lt;/H3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and I think and I think. Maybe my brain just doesn't have enough folds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684432-2028034934201581257?l=chapera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2028034934201581257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684432/posts/default/2028034934201581257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapera.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2028034934201581257' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><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>
