<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778</id><updated>2009-02-21T14:44:49.422Z</updated><title type='text'>The Green Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>where everything's green..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-4601585329715039740</id><published>2008-10-23T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:54:59.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><summary type='text'>Gw gak tau mau nulis apaan. Cuma butuh tempat venting, karena gw baru aja dapat kabar mengejutkan. Tadi salah satu bekas teman kantor gw buzz gw di YM. Dia ngabarin, salah satu mantan rekan kita dulu ada yang meninggal dunia.Gw kaget. Sama sekali gak nyangka. Dulu kantor gw itu selain bisnis IT juga bisnis desain. Mbak Rury itu salah satu desainer yang kerja di kantor gw. Dulu awal2 gw suka John </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/4601585329715039740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=4601585329715039740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/4601585329715039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/4601585329715039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-2896808971140297834</id><published>2008-01-31T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:41:58.555Z</updated><title type='text'>The Black Adder</title><summary type='text'>the Youtube link.Blackadder: Right Baldrick, let's try again shall we? This is called adding. If I have two beans, and then I add two more beans, what do I have?Baldrick: Some beans.Blackadder: Yes... and no. Let's try again shall we? I have two beans, then I add two more beans. What does that make?Baldrick: A very small casserole.Blackadder: Baldrick, the ape creatures of the Indus have mastered</summary><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackadder' title='The Black Adder'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/2896808971140297834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=2896808971140297834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/2896808971140297834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/2896808971140297834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-adder.html' title='The Black Adder'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115084216179138719</id><published>2007-04-26T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:44:52.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum Dums - Lonely Hearts Company</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I'm sad and i don't know whyI sit under the stars and I almost cryand in times like these you know I'm lonely and I wanna dieWhen you're looking for a cigarette to ease your painAnd your life's a drag and you work in vainBurned down your office and walk out into the rainLife is shortYou gotta look aroundPretty soon you'll be all grown upWith dead eyed kids and a life of hellStick with </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.dumdums.com/audio/lonely_hearts_company_acoustic_demo.mp3' title='Dum Dums - Lonely Hearts Company'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115084216179138719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115084216179138719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115084216179138719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115084216179138719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2007/04/dum-dums-lonely-hearts-company.html' title='Dum Dums - Lonely Hearts Company'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-1672501930674370740</id><published>2007-03-27T06:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:54:18.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><summary type='text'>A magician is performing at a wedding, and decides to try a new trick.'For this trick, I'll need a female volunteer from the audience. Please raise your hand.'Lots of female guests raise their hands. Naturally enough, he picks the blonde bridesmaid with the big tits. When she comes on stage he says:'For the purposes of this trick, I'll need you to remove your underwear'She's a bit bemused but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/1672501930674370740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=1672501930674370740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/1672501930674370740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/1672501930674370740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2007/03/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-6823925136264867645</id><published>2007-03-06T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:09:16.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Last.fm Feature Test</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/6823925136264867645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=6823925136264867645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/6823925136264867645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/6823925136264867645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2007/03/lastfm-feature-test.html' title='Last.fm Feature Test'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-117006298456229012</id><published>2007-01-29T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:29:44.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><summary type='text'>A preacher wanted to raise money for his church and on being told that there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to purchase a horse and enter it in the races. However, at the local auction, the going price for horses was so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured that since he had it, he might aswell go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, the donkey came in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/117006298456229012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=117006298456229012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/117006298456229012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/117006298456229012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2007/01/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-116920324693566862</id><published>2007-01-19T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:40:47.010Z</updated><title type='text'>The best vacation I've ever had</title><summary type='text'>Two weeks ago, I had the privelege of participating in Carlsberg Kickoff, a football trivia quiz show which aired on ESPN Starsport. The show participants were coming from all over Asia, and from Indonesia, I was one of the lucky six to be chosen. Since ESPN Starsport (which from now on will be called ESS) is based in Singapore, participating in the show would required all the contestants to stay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/116920324693566862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=116920324693566862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116920324693566862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116920324693566862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-vacation-ive-ever-had.html' title='The best vacation I&apos;ve ever had'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-116497990449883358</id><published>2006-12-01T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:31:44.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes months ago, I decided to wrote all things that related to music, football and movies to a new blog. My decision stems from the desire on how to wrote proper reviews. I haven't been able to update it for a while, but I will soon. Coming up are The Prestige review, a new Superman Returns review (but I'll have to get the DVD first), and probably some movies that I watched in the upcoming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/116497990449883358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=116497990449883358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116497990449883358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116497990449883358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/12/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-116065462596982208</id><published>2006-10-12T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:26:23.536Z</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this in the fasting month</title><summary type='text'>Lately, the negative sentiments towards the muslims begin to sicken me. I used to be able to ignored it for a while, but somehow, for me, it began to hit a whole new level. I don't know whether this is because of the fasting months make you tends to be more religious, but I do know that all that exist and I'm not being paranoid about it. I'm sick and tired about it. Now, I come to the point when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/116065462596982208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=116065462596982208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116065462596982208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116065462596982208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wrote-this-in-fasting-month.html' title='I wrote this in the fasting month'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-116040734176156906</id><published>2006-10-09T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:22:21.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><summary type='text'>Kenapa gw sering banget liat foto di friendster dengan pose sok malu: muka ngadep ke bawah, tapi mata melihat ke kamera sambil senyum. Biasanya yang sering foto dengan gaya ini adalah cewek2. Entah mengapa si subjek foto menganggap bahwa pose ini dia kelihatan lebih menarik. Hellooo??? Muka lo gak keliatan jelas dengan gaya seperti itu. Apanya yang lebih menarik??Kesan yang gw dapet adalah kalau </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/116040734176156906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=116040734176156906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116040734176156906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116040734176156906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/10/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-116028960942033600</id><published>2006-10-08T07:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:40:09.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat That Blunt!</title><summary type='text'>You're PitifulMy life is brilliant...What, was I too early? Oh, sorry. Should I...Do you wanna start over? Or, keep going?Okay, now? Now?My life is brilliantYour life's a jokeYou're just patheticYou're always brokeYour homemade Star Trek uniformreally ain't impressin' meYou're sufferin' from delusions ofAdequicyYou're Pitiful (X3) It's trueNever had a dateThat ya couldn't inflateAnd ya smell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/116028960942033600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=116028960942033600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116028960942033600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/116028960942033600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/10/eat-that-blunt.html' title='Eat That Blunt!'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115942324824923388</id><published>2006-09-28T06:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T07:00:48.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I could write a song, a hundred miles long</title><summary type='text'>Well, actually I can't. And let me tell you why (Although you might be able to guess this already). I'm a terrible writer. And I mean terrible. Took me forever to construct a good sentence. And it's even longer when in Bahasa Indonesia. And my storytelling technique is awful. It doesn't have any structure, I usually just jump from points to points that I want to explain.Besides all that, I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115942324824923388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115942324824923388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115942324824923388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115942324824923388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-could-write-song-hundred-miles-long_28.html' title='I could write a song, a hundred miles long'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115907546250786403</id><published>2006-09-24T06:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:24:22.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold In Them Hills</title><summary type='text'>I know it doesn't seem that wayBut maybe it's the perfect dayEven though the bills are pilingAnd maybe Lady Luck ain't smilingBut if we'd only open our eyesWe'd see the blessings in disguiseThat all the rain clouds are fountainsThough our troubles seem like mountainsThere's gold in them hillsThere's gold in them hillsSo don't lose heartGive the day a chance to startEvery now and then life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115907546250786403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115907546250786403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115907546250786403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115907546250786403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/09/gold-in-them-hills.html' title='Gold In Them Hills'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115281975234574653</id><published>2006-07-13T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:39:58.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir Zidane!</title><summary type='text'>Well, the world cup has ended about 4 days ago, and life's back to normal again. No more waking up in the early hours of the day to watch a game. I, as most football fans around Indonesia will be relieved that, our routine wont be disturbed.But the after effect of the final is stil going strong. Not because of the game itself (which is not very good since only France who were going for the win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115281975234574653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115281975234574653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115281975234574653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115281975234574653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/07/au-revoir-zidane.html' title='Au Revoir Zidane!'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115216249784849329</id><published>2006-07-06T06:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T06:08:17.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>37 of the best chat up lines</title><summary type='text'>1. I wish you were a door so I could slam you all day.2. Nice legs...what time do they open?3. Do you work for UPS? I thought I saw you checking out my package.4. You've got 206 bones in your body, want one more?5. Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money?6. I may not be the best looking guy in here, but I'm the only one talking to you.7. I'm a bird watcher and I'm looking for a Big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115216249784849329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115216249784849329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115216249784849329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115216249784849329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/07/37-of-best-chat-up-lines.html' title='37 of the best chat up lines'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-115210248330122285</id><published>2006-07-05T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:37:06.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He Returns.. With A Bang!</title><summary type='text'>Geek Alert!Okay, so I watched Superman Returns for the second time last weekend. I'm usually quite tight when it comes on seeing movies at the cinema, but I make exceptions now and then for movies I like. So, you could all guess that I like Superman Returns. How much I like it? I absolutely love it. 100% love it. There are just so many things that I really like about it. One thing is that how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/115210248330122285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=115210248330122285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115210248330122285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/115210248330122285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/07/he-returns-with-bang.html' title='He Returns.. With A Bang!'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-114915369819337076</id><published>2006-06-01T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:21:38.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Learned from Mission Impossible III</title><summary type='text'>1. Highly skilled black-ops secret agents really want to settle down, get married, and live in the suburbs where they have lame parties with their wife's dorky frinds and family.2. The entire security network of IMF headquarters can be disabled by holding down the "talk" button on a walkie-talkie.3. IMF agents a re issued cell phones with really bad reception.4. Human nasal passages lead directly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/114915369819337076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=114915369819337076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114915369819337076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114915369819337076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-that-i-learned-from-mission.html' title='Things That I Learned from Mission Impossible III'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-114806429740305900</id><published>2006-05-19T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:44:57.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What have Arsenal and Heather Mills got in common?</title><summary type='text'>they both could do with a second leg..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/114806429740305900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=114806429740305900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114806429740305900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114806429740305900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-have-arsenal-and-heather-mills.html' title='What have Arsenal and Heather Mills got in common?'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-114794492907144122</id><published>2006-05-18T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:39:21.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Barca!</title><summary type='text'>Only 3 hours of sleep last night. But it was well worthed. Seeing those diving bastard put in their place by a truly wonderful attacking team is managed to keep me awake in the ungodly hour of the day. Congatulations Barcelona, you are truly the best team in Europe. It's nice for a change that the team that won it is actually the best team in the competition.and oh, this is a priceless mock ad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/114794492907144122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=114794492907144122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114794492907144122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114794492907144122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/05/congrats-barca.html' title='Congrats Barca!'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-114579796335952810</id><published>2006-04-23T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:12:43.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I've got to admit first that I usually loath this kind of contest. But this year, I finally cave in. Yes, I've been watching this season American Idol most regularly. I've been waiting in anticipation who went out and who stays. I've been argue with friends over who should win and why  still stays after some godawful performances. Yes! I've become an American Idol fan! Why you said?Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/114579796335952810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=114579796335952810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114579796335952810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114579796335952810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-114356018010369325</id><published>2006-03-28T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:36:20.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night in the Office</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how when you're not in front of the computer, when you're doing something else, you usually have some good ideas to write. Now when I'm finally have some free time and in front of the computer, my mind just went blank.I've tried to wrote some ideas on cellphone, but it wasn't practical. Can you imagine typing all these words with your thumb only? Definitely not an option.Oh, anyone who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/114356018010369325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=114356018010369325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114356018010369325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/114356018010369325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/03/late-night-in-office.html' title='Late Night in the Office'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-113950276862180063</id><published>2006-02-09T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:32:48.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Okay, something serious now</title><summary type='text'>I've been following this discussion regarding the caricatures that a Danish newspaper print about Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).  (Please, do not open this if you're easily insulted)I finally seen the problematic caricatures this afternoon. And I must say it doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Yes it's ignorant and stupid, it's definitely wasn't wise, but I really, should I care when some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/113950276862180063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=113950276862180063' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113950276862180063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113950276862180063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-something-serious-now.html' title='Okay, something serious now'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-113873272326218165</id><published>2006-01-31T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:43:16.570Z</updated><title type='text'>1.00 AM</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's a few minutes short but what the hell.Anyway, I met some friends from Sunderland tonight. It was quite fun, even though only a few of us that could make it. There's actually something funny about them. These people that I met, I actually only knows them only for a few weeks. That's because when they start enrolling in Sunderland University, I was already finished my course and ready to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/113873272326218165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=113873272326218165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113873272326218165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113873272326218165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/01/100-am.html' title='1.00 AM'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-113769357494109195</id><published>2006-01-19T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:06:03.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><summary type='text'>Since exercise pill that can give you six packs without doing any real exercise is still haven't been invented, I think the best invention mankind have ever produce is music. I don't really know how music start, probably some lazy ass caveman who have nothing to do, thinks his voice sounds good and decided to sing. Well, fuck knows. But thankfully, over the years, it has evolved to somehow nicer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/113769357494109195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=113769357494109195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113769357494109195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113769357494109195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-113665184763594786</id><published>2006-01-07T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:37:27.686Z</updated><title type='text'>30 Facts</title><summary type='text'>This is very good30 Facts about Mr. T, Chuck Norris, Vin Dieselmy favorites:Vin Diesel is the reason why Waldo is hiding.There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Vin Diesel allows to live.Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/113665184763594786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=113665184763594786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113665184763594786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113665184763594786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/01/30-facts.html' title='30 Facts'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13661150105447069710'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>