<?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-5836907939634224298</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:07.109-07:00</updated><category term='introduction of new blog'/><category term='dating'/><category term='art'/><category term='360 shit'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='About god and the after life'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-4126049817122485227</id><published>2008-12-27T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:05:08.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting my past</title><content type='html'>Was checking out my old laptop, and oh joy i found a bunch of old pictures of myself..So im taking this time to look back at how I was back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-jQvggjI/AAAAAAAAAew/tRDfsQQ_Ps4/s1600-h/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-jQvggjI/AAAAAAAAAew/tRDfsQQ_Ps4/s320/DSC03559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284620725764784690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2years back. Ice hockey team,numero uno doing a peace sign :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-jSipPzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B0-MvM5pn5c/s1600-h/ck5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-jSipPzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/B0-MvM5pn5c/s320/ck5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284620726247702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 years back, when i got my webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-i7RNReI/AAAAAAAAAeg/J3tDmZc6QOw/s1600-h/n592253326_1031338_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-i7RNReI/AAAAAAAAAeg/J3tDmZc6QOw/s320/n592253326_1031338_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284620720000550370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 years back, more webcam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-ity4YPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gw90eb7lXaI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-ity4YPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gw90eb7lXaI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284620716383690994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i graduated high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-iK5O_zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zD7UAXwc6qo/s1600-h/Sis%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-iK5O_zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zD7UAXwc6qo/s320/Sis%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284620707015098162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;early last year i think..or could be earlier.Took a picture with my good fren safura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVbCIIHzHlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vcYvv8nQM3E/s1600-h/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVbCIIHzHlI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vcYvv8nQM3E/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284624657640791634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Warning* Half naked scenes haha :P Last year,me in dark green shorts b4 the great&lt;br /&gt;"Flip of Faith"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im feeling nostalgic, i think this music here best describes what im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tw0qL8D5O4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-tw0qL8D5O4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-4126049817122485227?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4126049817122485227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=4126049817122485227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4126049817122485227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4126049817122485227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/revisiting-my-past.html' title='Revisiting my past'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__d05KTUo17U/SVa-jQvggjI/AAAAAAAAAew/tRDfsQQ_Ps4/s72-c/DSC03559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-508551718342781402</id><published>2008-12-14T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:52:26.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='360 shit'/><title type='text'>360 song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZQA2zGihCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZQA2zGihCs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Xbox 360 Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRYICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I in a little toy shop&lt;br /&gt;Buy a bunch of games and the new Xbox&lt;br /&gt;We'll play 'til the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Now, suddenly, something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft just stick to software&lt;br /&gt;You're not cut out to make hardware&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I bought something that will just die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft's red ring of doom&lt;br /&gt;Don't play it for more than a day it'll die&lt;br /&gt;They keep telling the consumer&lt;br /&gt;We're getting this game—oh great, another rumor!&lt;br /&gt;Listen good, now, this law&lt;br /&gt;If your 360 happens to fall&lt;br /&gt;It will sound like a chainsaw&lt;br /&gt;It'll kill the disc, once and for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, we've heard it before&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft gives you more&lt;br /&gt;Add more on, it'll still be phony&lt;br /&gt;They just wish they were more like Sony&lt;br /&gt;Come on listen to all our lies&lt;br /&gt;We're just trying to avoid demise&lt;br /&gt;Your friends will laugh when your console dies&lt;br /&gt;So when it does, don't be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN and NBC&lt;br /&gt;Especially MSNBC&lt;br /&gt;Are Microsoft companies&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, they always decree&lt;br /&gt;360's 0WNZ PS3's&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what they make the public believe.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft you're playing a dirty game&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have any fuckin shame?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have any fuckin shame?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a 360&lt;br /&gt;And it got the RROD&lt;br /&gt;No more Xbox—I turned Ps3&lt;br /&gt;I had it for months, it still amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Remote connection, free online play&lt;br /&gt;Reliable system, what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Sure you guys have Gears of War&lt;br /&gt;And maybe...Halo, if it's cool anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've got Lair and Heavenly Sword&lt;br /&gt;Little big planet and MGS 4&lt;br /&gt;Sure we now share DMC&lt;br /&gt;But suck my dick, we're getting God of War 3!&lt;br /&gt;Killzone, Resistance, and Motorstorm&lt;br /&gt;R+C:TOD will own!&lt;br /&gt;Warhawk, Uncharted, and NGS&lt;br /&gt;The 360's just left with shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh, my PS3 fanboyism screamed at me to just post this video XD I own both consoles but meh, time to show some SOny love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-508551718342781402?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/508551718342781402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=508551718342781402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/508551718342781402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/508551718342781402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/360-song_14.html' title='360 song'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-4283661336067023060</id><published>2008-12-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:11:49.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>DA</title><content type='html'>Deviant art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place to drool and not grow.No matter how magnificent or shitty ur artwork is, there are people who will pour sugar all over you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"omg so kawaii!! (o^_^o)", or " i faved u, just wanna let you know" or prob " nice colors, i like the overall look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no constructive comments for you to grow.No genuine artist to artist feedback. Somewhere down the line there will be a couple of idiots who attempt to comment at your artwork which doesn't make sense at all..Something going in the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hmmm the head poportion is not matching with her toes"  or " She doesnt look good in a skirt, naked ftw" or prob "where is ur signature?? phail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i take a look at these jokers DA accounts, their artwork is comparable to 9 year olds and kindergartens. =.=;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a good friend told me DA is a place where u can make u feel better about your artwork.True true, but right now thats another reason why I dont have a DA account XD. I DONT wanna feel better about my artwork. I rather post them on my blog and not have em not viewed at all, then feeling better about my art and then just browsing and not doing anything at all. Like some people I know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-4283661336067023060?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4283661336067023060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=4283661336067023060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4283661336067023060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4283661336067023060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/da.html' title='DA'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-7448933664958513584</id><published>2008-11-10T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:15:07.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Playing by the rules</title><content type='html'>K, I'm going to talk about my thoughts about flirting/ dating with your better half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating these days is getting damn complicated. Either you know your game or you don't. I consider flirting as a refined art, you make a mistake and then you either grow out of it or you quit. The whole problem I think is the self conscious issue. In my opinion self confidence comes from head to toe. Hair, complexion, weight, height. Plus clothes and shoes. You gotta be 100% confident in all these areas in order to not be too self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing which is the most difficult part about flirting/ dating is when your better half is playing hard to get. Playing hard to get is a good thing, it simply means that they don't come cheap. But playing TOO hard to get is simply tiring to keep up. Usually I would think shes not interested, has a bf or is gay. The easy ones are are the real trouble, either they are prob easy with other guys too or they will cling to you like super glue. If you find a very pretty girl who seems easy to you, either you are damn attractive or effective. Either way, I wouldn't waste my chances ;)  (unless shes fugly or i'm already in a committed relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about dating is, time and money consuming. But the rewards on getting a love companion is totally worth it. Sometimes at the end of the day I feel really worn out with the whole thing and need a break from her (not a breakup, just a short break). Then I usually come back refreshed with more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language wise, its pretty tough for me to communicate with chinese speaking chix. Usually when I find an attractive one whos english educated, shes prob playing too hard to get, has a bf or simply not interested. Eventually when I do get her, shes a hell a lot of mantainance.. Getting it on with a girl who goes to church is prob better. I prefer the down to earth type, but yet attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh i typed too much, enough for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-7448933664958513584?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7448933664958513584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=7448933664958513584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/7448933664958513584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/7448933664958513584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-by-rules.html' title='Playing by the rules'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-381774772550936371</id><published>2008-11-02T20:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:38:41.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted to these songs!!</title><content type='html'>I'm really dig both of these songs right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neyo: Miss Independant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kinda woman I'm attracted to :) the whole song says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9jhuWUgT_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9jhuWUgT_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oo there something about just something about the way she moved&lt;br /&gt;I cant figure it out, there's something about her (about her)&lt;br /&gt;Say oo there something about,&lt;br /&gt;What kinda women wants you but you dont need you&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i cant figure it out, there's something about her&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she walk like the boss, talk like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Manicured nalis, just like the pedicured roll?&lt;br /&gt;She's fly effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she move like a boss, do add a boss&lt;br /&gt;Do, she got me thinking about getting involved&lt;br /&gt;thats the kinda girl i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come and spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Love the way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo there's something about that a woman that can do for herself&lt;br /&gt;I look at her and it makes me proud, there's something about her&lt;br /&gt;there somehting oo so sexy about the kinda women that dont even need my help&lt;br /&gt;She ses she got it,she got it, no doubt, theres something about her&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she work like the boss, play like the boss&lt;br /&gt;Car and a crib, she about to pay em both off&lt;br /&gt;And her bills are paid on time&lt;br /&gt;She made for a boss, Solely a boss,&lt;br /&gt;Everything like, she telling em to get lost&lt;br /&gt;Thats the girl that on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come and spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Love the way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favourite thing, is to say dont worry i got it&lt;br /&gt;And everything she got, best believe she bought it&lt;br /&gt;She gunna steal my heart, aint no doubt about it,&lt;br /&gt;Girl your everything i need, said your everything i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Wont you come and spend a little time&lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing&lt;br /&gt;That why i love her&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Love the way you shine&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say All I need (One Republic) - lyrics inside video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_74MwU86GM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_74MwU86GM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm delicious music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-381774772550936371?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/381774772550936371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=381774772550936371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/381774772550936371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/381774772550936371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-addicted-to-these-songs.html' title='I&apos;m addicted to these songs!!'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-2910743751232796828</id><published>2008-11-02T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:22:46.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About god and the after life'/><title type='text'>About god and the after life</title><content type='html'>I'm an atheist and I just simply can't fathom the idea of an actual God..I'm not going to go through the whole discussion about why I don't believe in something I can't see, hear smell, feel, talk etc. But I'm simply going to say that:  If there was a god, why the fuck so many people are suffering in the world today? Is he unable to help? or unwilling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about where do we all go when we die. The theory that we all are souls that either go to heaven or hell is unproven, and as humans we always try to create an explanation for everything. Since the ancient times of the Egyptians, men have always create stories of where we go when we perish. But why are all these stories so inconsistent when hundred of years passes? Lets imagine a 1000 years from now when I'm dead, you're dead and everyone you know is dead. Won't future historians or populace think that our religions today are a whole load of ****? On my end, I do think that ancient Roman, Greece and Egyptian religions are outdated and nonsensical, so why not ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us so great to believe that what we believe is real? Why do we have to believe something which some old men try to feed us? Can't we be independent in our own thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those who are still trapped in the confines that some prophet will save their asses when the shit hits the fan. True salvation doesn't lie in believing in something which was already dead a thousand years ago, but in believing in yourself. What is salvation to you? peace of mind? peace for your soul? A place for you to rest? Believing in something or someone doesn't give you that, but believing in your own inner happiness is more important..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-2910743751232796828?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2910743751232796828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=2910743751232796828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/2910743751232796828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/2910743751232796828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-god-and-after-life.html' title='About god and the after life'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-4906707919973769632</id><published>2008-11-02T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:10:19.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><title type='text'>An occasional smoker</title><content type='html'>I smoke occasionally. My primary influence were my smoking friends and I started during my early college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered if I would get addicted if I started, but somehow I can control my urges to smoke. My family initially doesn't know that I smoke, and I try my best to hide it by not smoking during the weekends when I'm back home from campus. I try to avoid smoking all together whenever I'm at home, but when I do need a puff I usually do it in the balcony or a room my family doesn't use often. I smoke more in college, technically people say that girls don't like guys who smoke. My friends still treat me the same way + I honestly don't care what strangers think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught from young that smoking kills and have seen a dozen anti-smoking advertisements. Years ago when I was younger, I swore against smoking. As I grow older it now seems like a lifestyle and a form of relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke on an everyday basis, but usually when I'm feeling uptight and stressed. During college semesters I smoke more compared with the holidays. Because of that I usually gain an extra 5kg during holidays (apparently smokers gain weight when they stop smoking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did people look at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did notice when I was smoking was that people started taking notice of me more. Usually with a scowl on their faces of disapprove. But they do take smokers more seriously then non-smokers. Somewhat a more mature outtake. The most important thing I noticed was that I was able to connect to other smokers around me. I'm able to understand their smoking habits and their attitude towards it. People who don't smoke usually feel alienated to people who do. Technically smoking sort of became an unwritten group anyone can join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few things I enjoy about smoking, is being able to do it with your friend. I have a friend from India who's my course senior and I offer him a smoke/ vice versa and we would sit somewhere...smoke and chat about all sorts of things. Maybe the smoke bring both our heads to the same level of calmness where we can just simply discuss about issues together. The same thing probably goes for weed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-4906707919973769632?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4906707919973769632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=4906707919973769632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4906707919973769632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/4906707919973769632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/occasional-smoker.html' title='An occasional smoker'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5836907939634224298.post-6833220702433728278</id><published>2008-11-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:51:40.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction of new blog'/><title type='text'>Need another blog</title><content type='html'>I decided to create another blog which is dedicated to all my thoughts about how I see life around me.&lt;a href="http://chin-cart.blogspot.com"&gt;My art blog&lt;/a&gt; is my first blog and I decided to maintain it as an art compilation, my everyday life and video game exploits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thoughts blog is all words, no pictures if I can help it. Just need to keep a record of my thinking and I like to compare how it evolved over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to blab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5836907939634224298-6833220702433728278?l=chin-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6833220702433728278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5836907939634224298&amp;postID=6833220702433728278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/6833220702433728278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5836907939634224298/posts/default/6833220702433728278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chin-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-another-blog.html' title='Need another blog'/><author><name>The Art of Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05244264900036131678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__d05KTUo17U/SFFbHwNSH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/q6hf_sp267o/S220/Image048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
