<?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-5511778</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:28:37.887+01:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-113639788129822364</id><published>2006-01-04T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:09:30.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006</title><summary type='text'>Yay! my first post after 2 month hiatus!First, let me say, happy new year for all of you out there. I've been really busy with work and all, and didn't have the time to update this blog.Which is too bad, because I come up with some fantastic ideas back then. Here is the example how even the hardest work couldn't contain a creative mind. *puke at the back*Anyway, in the 2 months, I have:- Watch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/113639788129822364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=113639788129822364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113639788129822364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/113639788129822364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112978639605606057</id><published>2005-10-20T06:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:33:16.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars - Switchfoot</title><summary type='text'>Maybe I've been the problem Maybe I'm the one to blame But even when I turn it off and blame myself The outcome feels the same I've been thinkin' maybe I've been partly cloudy Maybe I'm the chance of rain And maybe I'm overcast and maybe All my luck's washed down the drain I've been thinkin' 'bout everyone, everyone you look so lonely But when I look at the stars, When I look at the stars, When I</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.jrfiles.a-buz.com/Switchfoot%20-%20Nothing%20is%20Sound/joshrabino%5Bdot%5Dcom/02-switchfoot-stars.mp3' title='Stars - Switchfoot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112978639605606057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112978639605606057' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112978639605606057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112978639605606057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/10/stars-switchfoot.html' title='Stars - Switchfoot'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112654632250462155</id><published>2005-09-12T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:32:02.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstructured, Rambling and yet Inspiring Post</title><summary type='text'>Frankly, I really don't know what to write. But I feel that I had to write something, anything, just to satisfy the urge. So I just wrote whatever things that comes through my mind. Whatever that is. Unstructured, boring pile of crap you said? Well, it's my fucking blog.I just saw The Punisher on HBO tonight. At first I thought it was quite good, but the story went on and become stupid and boring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112654632250462155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112654632250462155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112654632250462155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112654632250462155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/09/unstructured-rambling-and-yet.html' title='Unstructured, Rambling and yet Inspiring Post'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112408409103135896</id><published>2005-08-15T06:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:28:21.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English Headlines</title><summary type='text'>One thing that I like about English newspaper is their'creativity' with the headlines. Especially with football headlines. With Manchester United new signings, Ji-Sung Park,Edwin Van Der Sar, and last season purchase, Dong Fangzhou, and Gerard Pique, some members of the redcafe.net, predicted some hillarious headlines that involves these players.Note: Bellend and Dong is an English slank for male</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112408409103135896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112408409103135896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112408409103135896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112408409103135896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/08/english-headlines.html' title='English Headlines'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112290713746364435</id><published>2005-08-01T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:01:25.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English vs Bahasa</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this blog in English cause I feel I could express myself better in English. Perhaps it's stem mostly from the fact that when I try to express myself in Bahasa Indonesia, it usually sucks. And it's easier to write in English. That's the truth. English lets you get away with things you wouldn't said in Bahasa Indonesia. I can give you an example. Let's take a quote from a Bryan Adams song. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112290713746364435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112290713746364435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112290713746364435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112290713746364435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/08/english-vs-bahasa.html' title='English vs Bahasa'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112264115991132041</id><published>2005-07-29T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:45:59.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another after work post</title><summary type='text'>Since I'm in the 'quote posting' mood for the last weeks, I shall continue with another quote. I few months back, I post this quote from a friend:"our emotions aren't simple reactions to events, they colour the whole process of perceiving and judging events"Well, since that's perfectly valid, I was wondering whether anyone have the capability of removing all of his/her emotion when making a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112264115991132041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112264115991132041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112264115991132041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112264115991132041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-after-work-post.html' title='Another after work post'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112236735961264901</id><published>2005-07-26T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:42:39.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><summary type='text'>"Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.""Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."- courtesy of a good friend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112236735961264901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112236735961264901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112236735961264901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112236735961264901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112203584497576286</id><published>2005-07-22T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:22:18.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get in Touch With My Sensitive side</title><summary type='text'>Won't say I love youWon't say I careIt's what I do, That's really matterIt's things that you don't sayWhich speaks louder than everEven when we far awayWe've never been closer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112203584497576286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112203584497576286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112203584497576286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112203584497576286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-in-touch-with-my-sensitive-side.html' title='Get in Touch With My Sensitive side'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112106870534040812</id><published>2005-07-11T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:07:56.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People That Makes a Difference</title><summary type='text'>Got this from a friend's blog1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.How did you do?The point is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112106870534040812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112106870534040812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112106870534040812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112106870534040812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/people-that-makes-difference.html' title='People That Makes a Difference'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112091635066042919</id><published>2005-07-09T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:31:42.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why fought a losing battle?</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those I-think-the-world-is-crap post you all have seen frequently in this blog. Well, if you're bored with this, then you could fuck off to another blog. And please close the door on the way out.So to answer the above question, most people do it because in the end of the tunnel, they see the bright light, no matter how far and small that light is. When presented with hope, most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112091635066042919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112091635066042919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112091635066042919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112091635066042919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-fought-losing-battle.html' title='Why fought a losing battle?'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112020643022337791</id><published>2005-07-01T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:27:10.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><summary type='text'>beautiful things they never stay, oh, the same waythey pass, oh they pass away, they always changewho are we is who we arewhen the act of love can get us so farso good i wish you wouldthink twice on mecuz it only gets better*courtesy of Mr Jason Mraz</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Better-lyrics-Jason-Mraz/17B23C8C7B80814448256CFB00086431' title='Better'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112020643022337791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112020643022337791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112020643022337791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112020643022337791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/07/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-112004186611013330</id><published>2005-06-29T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:44:26.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterwork posts</title><summary type='text'>What to write.. what to write..It's 16:40 and my head is killing me, and my eyes are tired. Still a long way to go home.. so I'm stuck with staring at the monitor and listening to Jason Mraz's Wordplay.Watch a few movies in the last few weeks. Coincidentally both include Christian Bale. The first is an interesting story about loss, guilt and redemption in The Machinist. Here, Bale played as a man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/112004186611013330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=112004186611013330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112004186611013330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/112004186611013330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/06/afterwork-posts.html' title='Afterwork posts'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111993927174038341</id><published>2005-06-28T07:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:28:03.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get this out of my head</title><summary type='text'>WordplayJason MrazI've been all around the worldI've been a new sensationBut it doesn't really matterIn this generationThe sophomore slump is an uphill battleAnd someone said that ain't my scene'Cause they need a new songLike a new religionMusic for the televisionI can't do the long divisionSomeone do the mathFor the record label puts me on the shelf up in the freezerGot to find another way to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://wm.atlrec.com/jasonmraz/video/wordplay_300.wmv' title='Can&apos;t get this out of my head'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111993927174038341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111993927174038341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111993927174038341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111993927174038341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/06/cant-get-this-out-of-my-head.html' title='Can&apos;t get this out of my head'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111951618705550738</id><published>2005-06-23T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:43:07.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><summary type='text'>life is one big movie, I'll be one of the extras that get killed in the first minute..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111951618705550738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111951618705550738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111951618705550738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111951618705550738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/06/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111866373470780584</id><published>2005-06-13T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:58:23.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quote</title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111866373470780584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111866373470780584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111866373470780584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111866373470780584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-quote.html' title='Nice Quote'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111762651365733748</id><published>2005-06-01T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:48:33.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week</title><summary type='text'>Jumper Third Eye BlindI wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,You could cut ties with all the lies,that you've been living in,And if you do not want to see me again,I would understand.I would understand,The angry boy,a bit too insane,Icing over a secret pain,You know you don't belong,You're the first to fight,You're way too loud,You're The flash of light,On a burial shroud,I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111762651365733748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111762651365733748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111762651365733748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111762651365733748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/06/song-of-week.html' title='Song of the week'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111649995310063837</id><published>2005-05-19T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:52:33.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><summary type='text'>It's me again.. well who else do you expect anyway?It's another day in the office where I do fuck all.. can't complain to be honest, but if you do nothing for 3 weeks you start to get itchy. Especially when you want to get things out of your mind. I've come to the point to where I asked for a job. But to my surprise, there aren't any. You could say that I'm lucky and just appreciate it. Well, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111649995310063837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111649995310063837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111649995310063837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111649995310063837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111631060887733272</id><published>2005-05-17T05:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:57:28.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's  good on the eye..</title><summary type='text'>Roy Keane have played for United for almost a decade. During that time, he won 10 major trophies for us, including a Champions League cup. He led the team during most  of his time too as the captain. One would think that he at least have been nominated UEFA or FIFA for their player of the year during that time. But amazingly, Keane had never won any of those awards.Keane style was never easy on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111631060887733272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111631060887733272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111631060887733272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111631060887733272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-good-on-eye.html' title='What&apos;s  good on the eye..'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111588747938458283</id><published>2005-05-12T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:44:39.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When's a murder become a suicide?</title><summary type='text'>An Interesting Forensic Science Case At the 1994 annual awards dinnergiven for Forensic Science.AAFS President Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death.Here is the story:On March 23, 1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opusand concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opushad jumped from the top of a ten-story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111588747938458283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111588747938458283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111588747938458283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111588747938458283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/05/whens-murder-become-suicide.html' title='When&apos;s a murder become a suicide?'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111521328522490781</id><published>2005-05-04T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:28:05.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><summary type='text'>When I was in UK, it's my favorite time of the year. Flowers blossom, green coming back to the trees and the grass. No more white sucky snow. It's May, It's spring, and it's beautiful.It's really you only regret things when you no longer have them..cheers..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111521328522490781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111521328522490781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111521328522490781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111521328522490781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111458103943504045</id><published>2005-04-27T06:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T06:50:39.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently playing on my winamp</title><summary type='text'>Cause all of the stars are fading awayJust try not to worry you'll see them some dayTake what you need and be on your wayAnd stop crying your heart out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111458103943504045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111458103943504045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111458103943504045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111458103943504045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/04/currently-playing-on-my-winamp.html' title='Currently playing on my winamp'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111397152574537418</id><published>2005-04-20T05:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T05:32:05.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heheheh</title><summary type='text'>An Italian, a Scotsman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a construction site.The foreman points out a huge pile of sand and says to the Italian guy, "You're in charge of sweeping."To the Scotsman he says, "You're in charge of shoveling."And to the Chinese guy, "You're in charge of supplies."He then says, "Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect you guys to make a dent in that there pile</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111397152574537418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111397152574537418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111397152574537418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111397152574537418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/04/heheheh.html' title='Heheheh'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111267276923405729</id><published>2005-04-05T03:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T04:46:09.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you call this</title><summary type='text'>I wrote a song this morning. Well just lyrics, don't get to figure out the tunes yet. I want to put it here, but on second thought, I rather not. It's silly and not very good, so I better keep it for myself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111267276923405729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111267276923405729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111267276923405729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111267276923405729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-do-you-call-this.html' title='What do you call this'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-111020098810990667</id><published>2005-03-07T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:09:48.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Father Mother</title><summary type='text'>This post is dedicated to mah parents..I know I could be a pain in the ass, and perhaps a bit ignorant. Especially those teenage years. I used to hate the rules, regulations and all those annoying things that you used to put me through. That sometimes I often wondered why are you guys doing your best in ruining my life.But over the years I come to realize that they're actually doing their best so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/111020098810990667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=111020098810990667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111020098810990667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/111020098810990667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/03/father-mother.html' title='Father Mother'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110854871734564696</id><published>2005-02-16T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:11:57.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Some people have too much time on their hands</title><summary type='text'>Gay outrage over penguin sex test Gay rights activists have protested at a north German zoo's plans to test the sexual orientation of six male penguins which have displayed homosexual traits. Bremerhaven's Zoo am Meer said it would introduce four extra female penguins from Sweden to the group to see if the males really were gay. But zoo director Heike Kueck said "gay groups worldwide have been </summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/4264913.stm' title='Some people have too much time on their hands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110854871734564696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110854871734564696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110854871734564696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110854871734564696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-people-have-too-much-time-on.html' title='Some people have too much time on their hands'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110845740833598113</id><published>2005-02-15T07:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:50:08.336Z</updated><title type='text'>The working week (well 2 days actually)</title><summary type='text'>So far I've spent 6 hours on the net, 2 hours on lunch and dinner and about 5 hours working.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110845740833598113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110845740833598113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110845740833598113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110845740833598113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/02/working-week-well-2-days-actually.html' title='The working week (well 2 days actually)'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110751366433774738</id><published>2005-02-04T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-04T10:41:13.900Z</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><summary type='text'>I wrote about this in this post last year. I didn't actually believe that at first, I wrote that merely as an observation of what's happening out there.But in the last few weeks I come to actually believe about that. I'm soo tired of being this fucking nice guy that everyone could walk on and make fun of. I used to believe that, you have to treat other people like you want to be treated. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110751366433774738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110751366433774738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110751366433774738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110751366433774738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/02/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110508101938104372</id><published>2005-01-07T06:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-07T06:56:59.380Z</updated><title type='text'>freaks and geeks</title><summary type='text'>Uncertainties lead to assumptionsAssumptions lead to unmatched expectationsunmatched expectations lead to disappointmentsdisappointments lead to disatisfactionsdisatisfaction lead to troublemoral of the story, work on your specs gathering skill and stick by them.note: The title has nothing to do with this post. I just like the sound of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110508101938104372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110508101938104372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110508101938104372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110508101938104372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/01/freaks-and-geeks.html' title='freaks and geeks'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110475082464108535</id><published>2005-01-03T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:13:44.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bloody Sunday.</title><summary type='text'>My prayers are with you..for the 100.000+ deceased victims R.I.P </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110475082464108535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110475082464108535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110475082464108535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110475082464108535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Bloody Sunday.'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-110474996205106484</id><published>2005-01-03T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-03T11:00:30.170Z</updated><title type='text'>rememberance</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago, when I was still a college freshman, the powers that be finally agree to build a cafetaria in the faculty area. It was aimed to make it easier for students to dine without having to go to neigboring faculty. (Although it must be said, most male students never complain..)anyway, following the student instinct where any occasion could be turn into a party, it was arranged that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/110474996205106484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=110474996205106484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110474996205106484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/110474996205106484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2005/01/rememberance.html' title='rememberance'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109858786953501555</id><published>2004-10-24T04:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T04:17:49.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>413 days</title><summary type='text'>That's how long I've been here. Been through the good, the bad, and the ugly of living a foreign country. It's been fun, enjoyable, and educating experience. And I'm not talking about the stuff they teach us in campusBut, like all good things, it must come to an end at one point. Within the next four days, I'll be on a plane back home. Even though I'm looking forward going back, I can't say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109858786953501555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109858786953501555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109858786953501555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109858786953501555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/10/413-days.html' title='413 days'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109761069958881621</id><published>2004-10-12T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T17:11:20.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Chris, thanks for the memories..</title><summary type='text'>Superman's Song - Crash Test DummiesTarzan wasn't a ladies' manHe'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his armLike that, quick as a cat in the jungleBut Clark Kent, now there was a real gentHe would not be caught sittin' around in noJunglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothingSuperman never made any moneyFor saving the world from Solomon GrundyAnd sometimes I despair the world will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109761069958881621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109761069958881621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109761069958881621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109761069958881621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-long-chris-thanks-for-memories.html' title='So long Chris, thanks for the memories..'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109586704577177663</id><published>2004-09-22T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:31:19.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The night the lights went out in NYC</title><summary type='text'>The AtarisThe lights are out in the city tonight So close your eyes, gaze up at the heavens And see if you can point me out If I could have one wish tonight I'd wish upon a satellite To bring me back to you We spend our whole lives searching for All the things we think we want And never really knowing what we have So many paths that we can take To bring us to our destiny Gaze up at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109586704577177663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109586704577177663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109586704577177663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109586704577177663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/09/night-lights-went-out-in-nyc.html' title='The night the lights went out in NYC'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109573026329959890</id><published>2004-09-21T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:23:57.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>writing for a moment..</title><summary type='text'>It's 2 am in campus.. I've been going to the lab regularly in the past two weeks since my laptop broke down. Right now, some smart-ass is playing with our server that handles our 'home' space (writer note: home space = network 'harddisk' that let you were reserved for each student, that they can access from any PC in the lab). As it happens, my so-called codes ARE IN THERE! WHY AM I YELLING??. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109573026329959890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109573026329959890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109573026329959890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109573026329959890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/09/writing-for-moment.html' title='writing for a moment..'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109485567289825061</id><published>2004-09-10T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T04:29:50.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>losing faith in society</title><summary type='text'>Some time ago, I posted my review on Spider-Man 2. In that review, I mention a few things that I don't like about the first one. One of them is that scene in the bridge where people of New York helped Spidey fights the Green Goblin. A few days ago, I realize why I didn't like that scene, it's because I think that's scene is too unrealistic. "Hah, but that's a comic book movie! of course it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109485567289825061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109485567289825061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109485567289825061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109485567289825061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/09/losing-faith-in-society.html' title='losing faith in society'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109436043278610992</id><published>2004-09-05T05:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T06:00:32.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You just know there's something wrong</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick recap.My deadline is exactly a month from now, and I just found out yesterday afternoon that my program has a major flaw. I've been up all night fixing it, and still have to continue until the next day (today that is). I still have to create test cases for the application, and haven't wrote a single piece of my supposed 15000 words project report. And I supposed to write the report</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109436043278610992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109436043278610992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109436043278610992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109436043278610992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-just-know-theres-something-wrong.html' title='You just know there&apos;s something wrong'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109320922734343277</id><published>2004-08-22T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:13:47.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>heheheh</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109320922734343277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109320922734343277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109320922734343277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109320922734343277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/08/heheheh.html' title='heheheh'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109278706234788501</id><published>2004-08-18T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:10:50.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Make peace with yourself</title><summary type='text'>As I trawled around some blogs, I found this interesting article in this lady blog. I put the article below to share it with you guys. Happy reading.Memaafkan, sesuatu yang berkaitan dengan diri sendiri.Memaafkan adalah melepaskan semua kebencian, kekecewaan, kemara-han dan kepedihan. Membebaskan diri dari perasaan yang membe-lenggu. Semua tidak lagi menjadi masalah buat anda. Tidak lagi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109278706234788501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109278706234788501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109278706234788501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109278706234788501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/08/make-peace-with-yourself.html' title='Make peace with yourself'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109278667712362533</id><published>2004-08-17T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:11:45.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>59</title><summary type='text'>Happy belated birthday Indonesia!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109278667712362533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109278667712362533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109278667712362533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109278667712362533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/08/59.html' title='59'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109256718239195380</id><published>2004-08-15T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:12:28.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11:49</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who think that I didn't update this blog cause I'm grieving over my results.. well it's not. I'm just too busy to come up with something blogworthy. Right now, the only thing on my mind is just finishing this damn dissertation. So nothing to worry about. Anyway, hope this clear up my abscence from blog world.. laters!currently playing: Keane - Sunshine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109256718239195380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109256718239195380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109256718239195380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109256718239195380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/08/1149.html' title='11:49'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109090049146621438</id><published>2004-07-27T04:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:14:40.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Finished..</title><summary type='text'>I got my results today, well yesterday actually. One of the module that I was aiming for an A flunk successfully to B. I worked damn hard for that assignment but got a low mark while those plagiators got higher marks. I can't really tell what's going on on the examiner head, but one thing's for sure is that, the examination of these assignments are very subjective. This assignment is not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109090049146621438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109090049146621438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109090049146621438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109090049146621438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/almost-finished.html' title='Almost Finished..'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109078516106869016</id><published>2004-07-25T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T15:15:31.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night random post</title><summary type='text'>Last night I caught this 1999 teen flick called 10 Things I Hate About You. It's your typical teen flick really. Even though it claimed as the modern interpretation of Shakespeare's Taming of The Shrew, it just goes to the same formula as another 1999 teen flick, She's All That. Basically there's almost nothing special about it. I said almost, cause if there's one thing I like about this movie, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109078516106869016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109078516106869016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109078516106869016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109078516106869016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/late-night-random-post.html' title='Late night random post'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109068365173520784</id><published>2004-07-24T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:40:51.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Desktop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109068365173520784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109068365173520784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109068365173520784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109068365173520784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109051559658568980</id><published>2004-07-22T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:02:37.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which OS are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109051559658568980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109051559658568980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109051559658568980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109051559658568980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-os-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-109007671573626366</id><published>2004-07-17T14:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:07:31.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell and Spider</title><summary type='text'>Warning, long post!  Comic book movies!! yeah! Oh how I long for these moments. Since the success of the first X-Men there's been huge flow of movies based on comic book adaptations. Some was huge success (Spider-Man), some was moderate (Daredevil, Hulk), some was just plain bad (LXG). But it's encouraging to see that studios  starting to take comic books more seriously. Long gone are the camp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/109007671573626366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=109007671573626366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109007671573626366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/109007671573626366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/hell-and-spider.html' title='Hell and Spider'/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108985192378252336</id><published>2004-07-15T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T01:38:43.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perfect summer scene..It was a field across the hill, just outside the cabin. Green grass is covering the land beautifully as usual in spring. The sun is shining brightly with just some clouds on the sky. It was your usual morning in the countryside. There I was laying on my back under a huge oak tree, watching clouds shapes. Beside me was this basket with freshly baked breads and two bottle of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108985192378252336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108985192378252336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108985192378252336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108985192378252336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/perfect-summer-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108984243205199992</id><published>2004-07-14T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:00:32.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wisdom of the week"Don't let let your happiness depends on someone else.." - my friend Karl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108984243205199992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108984243205199992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108984243205199992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108984243205199992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/wisdom-of-week-dont-let-let-your_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108971326656484892</id><published>2004-07-13T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:08:19.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KillJimmy Eat WorldWell you're just across the street Looks a mile to my feet I want to go to you Funny how I'm nervous still I've always been the easy kill I guess I always will Could it be that everything goes round by chance? I only want what I was always meant to be You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108971326656484892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108971326656484892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108971326656484892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108971326656484892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/kill-jimmy-eat-world-well-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108913039119206156</id><published>2004-07-06T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:13:11.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweett...This happened at Harvard University in October last year. In a biologyclass, the professor was discussing the high glucose levels found insemen which gives the sperm all the energy for their journey. A female freshman raised her hand and asked, "If I understand youcorrectly, you're saying there is a lot of glucose, as in sugar, insemen?" "That's correct" responded the professor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108913039119206156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108913039119206156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108913039119206156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108913039119206156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/sweett.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108871971116473177</id><published>2004-07-01T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:19:18.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend jokes..A massive earthquake with the strength of 8.1 on the Richter scale has hit Mexico. Two million Mexicans have died and over a million are injured. The country is in total chaos and the government doesn't know where to start with providing help to rebuild. The rest of the world are in total shock.Canada is sending troopers to help the Mexican army control the riots. Saudi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108871971116473177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108871971116473177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108871971116473177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108871971116473177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/07/weekend-jokes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108847590472442261</id><published>2004-06-29T03:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T03:25:04.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World of Harry PotterLast week I finally watch the third installment of Harry Potter, and suprisingly this one turns out much better than I expected. The adaptation of the story is better which makes it throughly enjoyable. Although there's bits that I wished they hadn't left out, it doesn't bother me much. The fact that the kids acted better helped too. Dan Radcliffe look more natural, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108847590472442261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108847590472442261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108847590472442261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108847590472442261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/06/world-of-harry-potter-last-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108815460375862827</id><published>2004-06-25T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T10:17:42.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere in BetweenLifehouseI can’t be losing sleep over this, no I can’tAnd now I can not stop pacingGive me a few hours, I’ll have this all sorted outIf my mind would just stop racingCause I cannot stand stillI can’t be this unsturdyThis cannot be happeningThis is over my head but underneath my feetCuz by tomorrow morning I’ll have this thing beatAnd everything will be back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108815460375862827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108815460375862827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108815460375862827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108815460375862827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/06/somewhere-in-between-lifehouse-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108713775117966906</id><published>2004-06-13T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T15:42:31.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108713775117966906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108713775117966906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108713775117966906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108713775117966906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/06/25.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108665358386963539</id><published>2004-06-08T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T06:58:24.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shooting FishI stumble at this little flick at BBC 1 tonight, and suprisingly it's pretty good. A lighthearted british comedy starring Stuart Townsend and Kate Beckinsale at their pre-hollywood career. It's not the kind of comedy that makes you laugh out loud like Jim Carrey's but more like the one that makes you laugh a bit cause of its smart and sweet moments. Well, it's nice to see movies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108665358386963539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108665358386963539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108665358386963539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108665358386963539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/06/shooting-fish-i-stumble-at-this-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108643773317146171</id><published>2004-06-05T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T13:15:33.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Did The Chicken Cross The RoadSAEED AL SAHAF - Iraqi Head of Information The chicken did not cross the road. This is a complete fabrication. We donot even have a chicken. GEORGE W BUSH We don't care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if thechicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either for us oragainst us. There is no middle ground.COLIN POWELL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108643773317146171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108643773317146171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108643773317146171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108643773317146171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-did-chicken-cross-road-saeed-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108601239401305743</id><published>2004-05-31T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T15:06:46.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John Mayer on Sting"Sting is such a cool guy that, as long as it was with Sting, you could do anything in the world and tell all your friends about it the next day over a pitcher of beer [and they'd think it was cool]," Mayer said, before serving up an imaginary scenario: " 'Sting and I were driving up the coast of California ... next thing you know, we stop off at a rest stop and we're [</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108601239401305743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108601239401305743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108601239401305743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108601239401305743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/john-mayer-on-sting-sting-is-such-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108553144387052963</id><published>2004-05-26T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T01:30:43.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People on the netI've always become suspicious when someone is doing something nice to me, especially if I know that person only on the net. Even though after I think it all over, I cannot think of any way that the person would gain something by helping me. In other words, this person prolly do this just out of good nature. Another thing is, I really really hate it when someone I barely know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108553144387052963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108553144387052963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108553144387052963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108553144387052963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/people-on-net-ive-always-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108510337611601178</id><published>2004-05-21T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T02:36:16.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail of the dayLife is all about ass,either you are covering it, kicking it, kissing it, or trying to get it hehehe..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108510337611601178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108510337611601178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108510337611601178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108510337611601178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/e-mail-of-day-life-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108494014141905721</id><published>2004-05-19T05:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T05:15:41.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having so much trouble working in groups or with other people. It seems that everytime I expect something from people, they couldn't meet my expectations. Either when I'm in charge or when someone else's does. Maybe it's the lack of communication, but this latest episode just make me realize that people could be such an ignorant prat. Sometimes I wonder, why I give a fuck about them when they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108494014141905721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108494014141905721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108494014141905721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108494014141905721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-having-so-much-trouble-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108489161811431827</id><published>2004-05-18T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:46:58.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girls of Summer *nyam nyam slurp*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108489161811431827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108489161811431827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108489161811431827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108489161811431827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/girls-of-summer-nyam-nyam-slurp.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108416936612159316</id><published>2004-05-10T07:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T07:14:44.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChangesThe only things constant in life is change *dedicated to friends and family, whom I haven't seen in a long timecurrently listen:  Three Doors Down - Kryptonite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108416936612159316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108416936612159316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108416936612159316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108416936612159316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/changes-only-things-constant-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108405982597920713</id><published>2004-05-09T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:20:47.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New, kick ass version of Windows!!Dear Consumas: It has come ta our attention dat a coupola copies of the WINDOWS 98/BROOKLYN EDITION may have accidentally bin shipped outsida Broooklyn. If ya got one a dese, you may need some help understandin' da commands. Da Brooklyn edition may be recognized by da unique openin' screen. It reads: " WINDAS 98," wit a background picture of Grand Army Plaza.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108405982597920713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108405982597920713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-kick-ass-version-of-windows-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108396636939652407</id><published>2004-05-07T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T22:49:23.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Trainspotting Character Are You?Which Trainspotting Character Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108396636939652407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108396636939652407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108396636939652407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108396636939652407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/which-trainspotting-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108389396392055994</id><published>2004-05-07T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T02:44:37.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken WingsAren't they great or what??Extremely delicious, easy to cook, and most importantly, cheap!ahh.. chicken wings.. *homer mode*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108389396392055994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108389396392055994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108389396392055994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108389396392055994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/chicken-wings-arent-they-great-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108363063959688519</id><published>2004-05-04T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T01:34:06.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendsterThis is kind of the latest thing on the net nowadays. First it was forums, then blog came along, and now this. What is this friendster that everyone keep talking about? Well tell you the truth, there wasn't much in it. It just basically enable you to manage the list of people you consider as friends. You could see their profiles and their friend list. You could send messages, or write</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108363063959688519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108363063959688519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108363063959688519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108363063959688519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/05/friendster-this-is-kind-of-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108296989980056757</id><published>2004-04-26T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T10:01:22.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeekendSaturday: Crap day. Danny fookin' Murphy scored to give Liverpool 1-0 win at Old Trafford. It's good thing I don't get a chance to watch it. I ask the pubs around, and every pubs seem only have Sky channels. This one uncharacteristacally were on Canal plus. Listened to the radio at my room after unsuccessful search, the mood wasn't helped by the scoreline though.Sunday: Do some ironing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108296989980056757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108296989980056757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108296989980056757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108296989980056757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/weekend-saturday-crap-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108231016682086463</id><published>2004-04-18T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:47:50.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A deep and soul searching kind of postyou've been warned..As I said in this guy blog, I have another blog where I can whine and complain about almost everything without being judged by anyone. I take a look at that blog a few minutes ago, and as I looked at some of my writing, I kept thinking, "God, what I miserable jerk I was??". Although I'm kinda regret to ever feel like that and make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108231016682086463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108231016682086463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108231016682086463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108231016682086463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/deep-and-soul-searching-kind-of-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108219173395540782</id><published>2004-04-17T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T09:51:47.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:45I tried to cut my own hair.. there's some success, but I don't think it'll work though. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108219173395540782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108219173395540782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108219173395540782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108219173395540782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/945-i-tried-to-cut-my-own-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108204645662567653</id><published>2004-04-15T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T02:36:33.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indomie and StingAt last, after holding out for 8 months I finally give up.40 packs of Indomie Goreng from the nearest chinese store!Yipee..Sting is going to hold a homecoming concert at Newcastle. I really really really want to go, but the ticket price is thirty friggin six pounds!! all the cheaper ones are sold out. Damn.. should I go or not? I mean he's my musical hero, The Police is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108204645662567653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108204645662567653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108204645662567653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108204645662567653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/indomie-and-sting-at-last-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108194728534180985</id><published>2004-04-14T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:58:57.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HelloI've been kinda neglecting this blog, so I just came by and say hi.Just came back from London yesterday, all nice, got a nice rest, meet with friendly and familiar faces again. Watch Brummies - United on St Andrews on Saturday, a whole new experience I must say. Got a bit of flu when I got back. Prolly a combination of late lunch and the everchanging weather. Not bad, in fact, it gives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108194728534180985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108194728534180985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108194728534180985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108194728534180985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/hello-ive-been-kinda-neglecting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108119633141765131</id><published>2004-04-05T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:14:58.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cardiff Here We Come!!I woke up about 11:30, (I sleep from 4:30) and still not get my conciousness back when Phil knock on my door and told me the game start at 12:00 not at 12:30. So still sleepy, I trodded to the television on the kitchen to watch the game. First minutes, long ball upfront from Arsenal, Bergkamp on the clear.. *"Nooooooo!!"*, Carroll come out and saves well with his feet!. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108119633141765131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108119633141765131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108119633141765131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108119633141765131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/cardiff-here-we-come-i-woke-up-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108095875237204771</id><published>2004-04-03T03:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:22:43.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NostalgicI just browse back some of the posts that I made a few months back when I restarted this blog. Not so bad afterall me think. I used to think that my posts is just bad and not easy to read. Fortunately that's not always the case..Anyway, I've started my second term here, and I have finished my first assignment for this semester. We've got a 2 week holiday starting next Monday, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108095875237204771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108095875237204771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108095875237204771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108095875237204771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/04/nostalgic-i-just-browse-back-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-108070200777443553</id><published>2004-03-31T04:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T04:02:44.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AikidoHuh, just finished that damn paper an hour ago, still have to work on the reference, but I'll do it tomorrow. Last week in the effort to meet more people, I took an afternoon Aikido class. I figured, the benefit would come twice, I meet new people, and learn self defense at the same time. I always curious about Aikido, but never had the chance to try it until now. When I first came I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/108070200777443553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=108070200777443553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108070200777443553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/108070200777443553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/03/aikido-huh-just-finished-that-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-107963862302883986</id><published>2004-03-18T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:39:28.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Star Wars -&gt; Computer ethic? This semester we get this module that its purpose is to learn on how to make good academic papers. We learn things such as research, making references etc. The presentation of this module is quite unique IMO, but effective. Last week, they give us a fictional case about a factory robot who accidently killed its operator. In the case, there are five major character </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/107963862302883986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=107963862302883986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/107963862302883986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/107963862302883986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/03/computer-ethic-this-semester-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511778.post-107948722503824759</id><published>2004-03-17T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-17T01:36:07.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huhuhu..Must....clean..room..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/feeds/107948722503824759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511778&amp;postID=107948722503824759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/107948722503824759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511778/posts/default/107948722503824759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://number7.blogspot.com/2004/03/huhuhu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chafid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08004537800290112621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
