<?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-6903810</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:50:02.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnEaK pEeK</title><subtitle type='html'>Happenings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-7093667420822570785</id><published>2008-06-27T02:00:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:34:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We'll start with the rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPZsTBuGFI/AAAAAAAAACU/kKeQF_LlO_0/s1600-h/IMG_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPZsTBuGFI/AAAAAAAAACU/kKeQF_LlO_0/s400/IMG_5339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216252148470126674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train stations. I love the trains, the train stations, the railways and all their paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbIPCcIkI/AAAAAAAAACc/LL_UCBa-XOU/s1600-h/IMG_5224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbIPCcIkI/AAAAAAAAACc/LL_UCBa-XOU/s400/IMG_5224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216253727947366978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbe38rUPI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZTdqAhyhcWg/s1600-h/IMG_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbe38rUPI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZTdqAhyhcWg/s400/IMG_5229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216254116886171890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of skies, it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;limited edition&lt;/span&gt;. It's reserved for exceptionally good moods. No PMS allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbwvIZ2oI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vt16h1XUlho/s1600-h/IMG_5297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPbwvIZ2oI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vt16h1XUlho/s400/IMG_5297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216254423757085314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of a new day. A day that begins with a heart attack, because after all you don't wanna die in some cliff in the middle of nowhere in complete darkness with a nausea. But all that begins &lt;STRIKE&gt; well &lt;/STRIKE&gt; bad that ends well, I'd say hauahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPcWgDdP2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yTJspntOeYA/s1600-h/IMG_5320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPcWgDdP2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/yTJspntOeYA/s400/IMG_5320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216255072544833378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this breakfast it looks sumptuous, but it really wasn't all that tasty. Judge a book by its cover but never food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPdUqz0C7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWx0vW29lEk/s1600-h/IMG_5133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPdUqz0C7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/GWx0vW29lEk/s400/IMG_5133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216256140583898034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is a pink bread. Actually, that's all there is to it; it's just that my friend gets a little excited over it I guess hauahhaa so here it is. Pink bread (from nowhere grand, just seven eleven but I suppose it's safe to say that we all fell in love with the seven eleven there; a love affair of some sort, not with the cashier, just the shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPdkuJfcZI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nNOxBRdNvQ/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPdkuJfcZI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nNOxBRdNvQ/s400/IMG_5064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216256416358035858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPeIILumII/AAAAAAAAADM/6OhNXlsNCy4/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPeIILumII/AAAAAAAAADM/6OhNXlsNCy4/s400/IMG_5092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216257024642160770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorge. If I were some superhero from the pugilistic world, this is where I would live. Having an eagle as a company would be nice. A golden eagle. Not a swallow. Hell, most certainly not a crow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPeX_c-KVI/AAAAAAAAADU/WGT77GkXiFE/s1600-h/IMG_5175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPeX_c-KVI/AAAAAAAAADU/WGT77GkXiFE/s400/IMG_5175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216257297176471890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I loved this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPfjbx7g2I/AAAAAAAAADc/xBqPFZwKhkg/s1600-h/IMG_5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPfjbx7g2I/AAAAAAAAADc/xBqPFZwKhkg/s400/IMG_5191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216258593270760290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgL-TF3LI/AAAAAAAAADk/9722DPm2fHQ/s1600-h/IMG_5192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgL-TF3LI/AAAAAAAAADk/9722DPm2fHQ/s400/IMG_5192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259289731423410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgMA-iopI/AAAAAAAAADs/fWpjVFSSqD8/s1600-h/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgMA-iopI/AAAAAAAAADs/fWpjVFSSqD8/s400/IMG_5193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259290450535058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgMjnaMCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KpuZlrR-Bfk/s1600-h/IMG_5194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgMjnaMCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KpuZlrR-Bfk/s400/IMG_5194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259299748753442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgNOorK4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/59zg_rtSW04/s1600-h/IMG_5195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgNOorK4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/59zg_rtSW04/s400/IMG_5195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259311296785282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgNucBIhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TbWPW9Y8Lgc/s1600-h/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgNucBIhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/TbWPW9Y8Lgc/s400/IMG_5196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259319833633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgu48jnxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D4VbJF8tFFA/s1600-h/IMG_5197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgu48jnxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D4VbJF8tFFA/s400/IMG_5197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259889590148882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgwPpleUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OtHbDjNSVww/s1600-h/IMG_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgwPpleUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OtHbDjNSVww/s400/IMG_5198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259912864463170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgxOds7aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MxJZAUwnvW4/s1600-h/IMG_5199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPgxOds7aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MxJZAUwnvW4/s400/IMG_5199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216259929726053794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy time to go to bed. I have been forewarned not to be late tomorrow by half the world and I don't wanna be killed by half the world. That's a lot of people. The MOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-7093667420822570785?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/7093667420822570785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/7093667420822570785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-start-with-rainbows-for-some-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5UnWhdazRN8/SGPZsTBuGFI/AAAAAAAAACU/kKeQF_LlO_0/s72-c/IMG_5339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110768185673260346</id><published>2005-02-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:24:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The keroker and the kerokee!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karol drew this during lecture. I couldn't stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keroker!&lt;br /&gt;Notice the evil look, the 50 cents coin (has to be 50 cents! the keroker'd just die with a 5 cent coin..heee) and of course, the Tiger Balm...(the balm of choice - according to Karol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image184.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the spectacles there means the keroker was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kerokee!&lt;br /&gt;It should look like this. Tiger Stripes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image185.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what the hey, KArol's cured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110768185673260346?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768185673260346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768185673260346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/keroker-and-kerokee-karol-drew-this.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110768153806612047</id><published>2005-02-06T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:18:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KENT RIDGE HALL PRODUCTION 2005 - THE MORNING GLORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little sad. Two pictures for two months of toil. Promise I'd upload more once the pictures are available. That'd be after I'm done begging. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our absolutely marvellous marvellous sets. And I'm telling you...those beds ARE comfortable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image183.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marvellous marvellous people who made it all possible - the cast, ensemble, the AD and DD (Stage crews included of course, but they aren't here unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110768153806612047?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768153806612047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768153806612047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/kent-ridge-hall-production-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110768075015512739</id><published>2005-02-06T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:12:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zoo tripppppppp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out refusing to take pictures like bloody tourists bu I just couldn't resist this one. Look at they eye. It's more cartoon-ish than even the Powerpuff Girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image175.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not obssesed with kangooroos really. It's just tat this fella look so relaxed under the sun, like the zoo's doing him justice keeping him in confinement. I think you're happier having smaller brains sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image176.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one wandered so close to the perimeter it'd be a crime to ignore its plea for a celebrity treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image177.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one smug-looking fella. He just stood there preening on top of the barrier. If he was a person I'd throw a pie to his face. Smugness is the root of all evil, not money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore a lot taking this picture. Bloody thing kept moving around. And fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rattle-snake. We were discussing where the rattle came from. no, more like someone was arguing with me, &lt;em&gt;how can the tail make that rattling sound???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep, end of zoo trip. That's not too many pictures eh? Like I said, I'm not a bloody tourists. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110768075015512739?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768075015512739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768075015512739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/zoo-tripppppppp-i-started-out-refusing.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110768053503820217</id><published>2005-02-06T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:02:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JAM X 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I can't even see them properly. Owlie's the drummer in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;So guys....let me introduce you....THE RACHELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110768053503820217?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768053503820217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768053503820217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/jam-x-2005-bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110768039940951348</id><published>2005-02-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:59:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long Overdue Christmas Speciale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuse for this. Pardon my dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110768039940951348?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768039940951348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110768039940951348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-overdue-christmas-speciale-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110330830802806462</id><published>2004-12-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T02:37:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sesame Street Special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I have to name this : Anger in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry mob coming out of sesame street. You don't see this very often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/angrylook.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bert. I love Bert because he always looks angry. Ignore Ernie, it&lt;br /&gt;s hard for the little guy to even frown. So cheery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/IlikeBert.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie and Bert looking all peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/ernieandBERTTTTTT.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until Ernie starts to take out his rubber duckie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ernieandrubberduckie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bert trying to strangle the stupid duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/moreernieandbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie monster.... I love it when he starts eating the letter of he day, so there's no more letter of the day...because that's very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/cookieeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grover. I loveeeeeee grover. Wonder why he's not so popular. I'd pick Grover over Big bird (or Telly. Geez) anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Grover.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some gargoyles-looking pet, courtesy of Ono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/eyrie_darigan_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful in an eerie sort of way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/poogle_msp_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darigan lupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/lupe_darigan_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darigan Krawk. Looks like some malformed, lazy ass dragon with a beer paunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/krawk_darigan_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absolute favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/kacheek_mutant_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star of the day: scorchy the mutant scorchio. Not that eerie-looking but he looks good. Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/scorchio_mutant_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eerier version of scorchy if you so wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/scorchio_darigan_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a closing, a purple fried bamboo-thin mutant lizard. Even X-men can't beat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/techo_darigan_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for sneakpeek of the week everybody. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110330830802806462?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330830802806462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330830802806462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/12/sesame-street-special-hmmm-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110330736117870844</id><published>2004-12-18T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T02:40:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Almost left me stranded at the airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the visit to the airport to see poni the old, mad mad woman at the airport. We talked too long, wayyyyy longer than it's supposed to be. Yea, that's the day i missed that last bus and mrt ride but get instead a relatively inexpensive taxi ride with a pitiful driver who couldn't estimate the fare correctly with a non-functional argometer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...I always got cut off in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/935998c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm totally not there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image164.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on Ono's insistence too. My birthday cake. (because wedy has a craving for cakes. &lt;em&gt;Ci, you want cakes, right? erhhh..do I??..I know you do...&lt;/em&gt; and that's how the mango cake made its way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image165.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and his new out-of-this-world hairstyle. Always has a knack for trying out weird stuff that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image166.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110330736117870844?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330736117870844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330736117870844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/12/almost-left-me-stranded-at-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110330273109462293</id><published>2004-12-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:58:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Funny beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to Poni who's too old (wayyy too old) to be playing neopets...huahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pet: Robot Jetsam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/jetsam_robot_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featheralley used to be better when she still had it...Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot Aisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/aisha_robot_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robot Acara. Looks pretty good, not evil-looking enough though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/acara_robot_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutant Blumaroo. It looks cute in a wrinkly way...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/blumaroo_mutant_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cute stuff....ergghh.. (Pea Chia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/chia_pea_baby.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110330273109462293?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330273109462293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110330273109462293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/12/funny-beans-this-is-dedicated-to-poni.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-110329732388414145</id><published>2004-12-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T02:07:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pictures and more picturessssssssssssss......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the major cock-ups with my PC recently I haven't been faithfully updating the SneakPeek, my apology fellas. So here it is, chronologically ordered. It took me a long time to upload, hope it's worth all the trouble. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well that's me...looking...I just don't think I look pissed, contrary to popular belief. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some neighbourly pose...Yeah, they both think the Buddha pose is stupid so I was left all alone to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image143.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of those where that comes from, without the Buddha pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are taken at the Acoustica. Hmm looking at backsides might not be very inspiring but hey, I did what I had to do alright? A good paparazi needs to be surreptitious. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other neighbour and a big coke can. Yes well, if it doesn't look like a &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; coke can that's because the photographer's too expert in camera-handling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaaahhhhh, she's not the drummer. She's the keyboardist. A drummer-poser. Haha. If the pose looks convincing, you probably never touch a drum in your life...No offense neighbour, you're a superb keyboardist I have to admit - one that's very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids's butt. Not very appealing? Well, he was trying to catch this guy's leg...You guess right if you think he's that little brat of downstairs' auntie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band! Ah yea if you notice we had three stripes across our left cheek. Ben's idea. Hmm, last resort actually since the original plan was to put some fury stuff on our heads (it look silly, doesn't come cheap and they practically ewweed at my idea of using feather duster. hmm..) then the face paint. Everybody had this argument. I don't want to do this, I don't want to do that, so the stripes it was. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now moving on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Holland V (flea market with a toilet bowl statue) gig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First band with the class, singing Radio. I was singing background vocal until this guy came up to me..&lt;em&gt;you're singing the background? I thought it was a guy singing it&lt;/em&gt;. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image153.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang's solo on Wonderful Tonight. I thought he's only doing funny stuff for the rehearsal but no, he stuck to his usual antics even during the real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band! With Leena singing, I was well..taking this picture...heh. Hmm...my performace probably looks something like this, just that the I'm the vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image155.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vocalist duo. Wohooo. Obviously the one in pink isn't me. I don't own a single pink tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/94793261.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem out of place a bit, but Ono insists I put this in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/b9e35981.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-110329732388414145?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110329732388414145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/110329732388414145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/12/pictures-and-more-picturesssssssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109802515616922576</id><published>2004-10-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:25:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long Overdue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the long overdue pictures peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours grinning ____(insert appropriate adverb) at the sushi place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karol looking all sneaky. (and ecstatic i suppose since this is a better mask than the one she lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the sneaky pose too. And the fellas behind us probably thought we've gone bonkers. But then again who wouldn't in Showie's lecture- the way he kept showing off like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/8af692aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this too during lecture. A guy + a scissors = a woman. You figure it out. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/096d298e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to admit this but a couple of weeks ago we (almost almost) got lost and took this picture. Turned out to be too small to be seen my our less than perfect eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/21e87cd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is even way way overdue, but I've been having problems going online recently ever since we came up with this brilliant idea to go wireless. Wireless my arse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbourly and not so neighbourly pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/501eb1d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battle to the death in chess. Guess who won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/dd5bf01f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly Jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/44f2a502.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you my masterpiece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/c7ef243f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tofu - not very much in demand I'm afraid. And the &lt;em&gt;barbequed&lt;/em&gt; nugget. It tastes...erhh....less than heavenly....(certainly more healthy though...if you can stand the flour-like taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/0e68f266.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/1b78d95b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/c69611db.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/572a41e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/7da637a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice I took more pictures of food than people. That's because food didn't need to pose. I could just snap em up and that'll be the end of it. Simple enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this has nothing to do with TGIO. But this will make you think twice about eating pork, yes? Hell you can even see the outline of (almost) the whole pig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/2c99df48.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh I took this during prac, out of sheer boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/6336aa76.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/de269a2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by any chance you can see suspicious-looking pores there, that's probably because someone forgot to dip the rod into the bacterial solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109802515616922576?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109802515616922576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109802515616922576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/10/long-overdue-heres-long-overdue.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109551832072238112</id><published>2004-09-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:50:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TGIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry and Sens with their backs on you. This was taken the night before the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys from the modern band. Apparently none of them think being modern's very exotic, so they decided to wear this antique of a clothes. Not too exotic actually, since it's some navy suit that looks like a mechanic's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead and the drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE performance. I think this is The Retro band. Hmmm the picture's a bit blurred, that's because I was using the night mode and my hand wasn't very stable (apparently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109551832072238112?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109551832072238112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109551832072238112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/09/tgio-sherry-and-sens-with-their-backs.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109449371922529436</id><published>2004-09-07T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T02:07:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Showie's lecture in all its glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, before we get to the more interesting bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the kind of TV we found in the library. Oooohhhh. Probably older than me. Belongs in some museum. Thank God it's not black and white. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course. Danton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buika. Didn't look like she's having fun. That was a forced smile. Hahaa. But she was. I know she was. (errhhh...*whispering* you were, weren't you? I mean, there's no floor to mop, no clothes to wring, no dishes to wash... How can THAT be not good? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHEAPSKATE PRINT JOBS. What was it? 6? 8 slides per page? The diagram looks so miniscule. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist's impersonation of Showie. Heh (By the way Showie dropped by during tutorial today. So we got a closer look at his face.....and uh.....I think we should just look at him from afar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two more pictures actually but my phone refused to cooperate. I'll put them some other day then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109449371922529436?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109449371922529436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109449371922529436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/09/showies-lecture-in-all-its-glory-first.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109362853359879461</id><published>2004-08-28T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:57:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Solitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what's wrong? That was my room. And there were TWO bags in the middle of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Adabrapatas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, the pink one's not mine. And no, the foot's not mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got enough complaints as it was with the turquoise bag. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedel: (pointing) &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; your bag?&lt;br /&gt;R: Not really. why?&lt;br /&gt;Dedel: It's just not your colour. Not your kind of blue more like...&lt;br /&gt;R: So what kind of a blue am I?&lt;br /&gt;Dedel: Navy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I change it to murky green now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Is this my colour?&lt;br /&gt;Po: Hmm...more you than the turqoise...&lt;br /&gt;R: aww God I'm associated with murky green. Great. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this baby here? I won't last another week without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/MYSAVIOURRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crystals (IN ALL ITS GLORY) we made during chem practical. Oh hell, they look like coccaine. Po did hers in a rush so hers looked finer. Like a cotton candy (No, I'm not hungry as I write this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Coccaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy gadgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Fancygadget.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how the machine works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; fume cupboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/OWNFUMECUPBOARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109362853359879461?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109362853359879461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109362853359879461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/08/solitude-see-whats-wrong-that-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109301777150559445</id><published>2004-08-20T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:51:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE HELL HOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. The place looks decent and clean and all that. But try spending ONE night there before you say anything eh? See what it feels like. You'll start to hate the ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this little white thing here my man, is actually NOT a tissue paper. It's a piece of a cow DNA. MArvellous? Some idiot actually TASTED the thing an apparently it's supposed to be salty. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the library, I was complaining to Po about my Cash card. I get a kiddy one while she gets to have the professional-looking one. Po's cash card looks like some fancy ATM card. See? It says "VISA Cash". While mine....mine just has this kiddy drawing on it. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my room now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupboard and tables. It looks pretty decent except for the mess I was making. Well, at least there's no soft toys or anything disturbing like that. Like I said, just trying to be pragmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar....My sole entertainer....safely tucked away at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed. The notes were there, lying abandoned like that, because I was too busy doing silly unimportant things like taking pictures for your enjoyment instead of doing what I was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling fan that can't stop making wooshing sound, giving a false impression that I'm in some beach. I always woke up feeling pretty pissed to discover that I wasn't. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image097.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is this artistic drawing Po and I found at the central lib. It was the only one that looks like it's trying to convey something. (the rest were of kiddy -drawings property like that in my cash card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken pillar, lifeless doll. Any guess what it means anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109301777150559445?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109301777150559445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109301777150559445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/08/hell-hole-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109103078731109053</id><published>2004-07-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:06:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My mates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's no way I'm gonna comment on these pictures without sounding narcissistic or irritatingly whiny and unRoss. So I won't say much, I'll just put the title Andri gives. These pictures. It's US. Really really US. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Myfrenz_I.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RameRame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/RaMe-RaMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cewekz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cewekz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/MyGirls.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana Kameranya?? (Where's the camera)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one has a story behind it. The other day, the first time we took our pictures, we had no idea how much time do we have before we need to pose. And everybody kinda look in different directions. We planned to give this picture to Ria. And Andri said if Ria asked what's up with our eyes, she said to tell Ria there's a handsome guy passing by and we're all too busy looking his way. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/ManaKameranya.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109103078731109053?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109103078731109053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109103078731109053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-mates-okay-theres-no-way-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109065286496679777</id><published>2004-07-24T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T15:07:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing beats this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was again, trying to take a picture of this elusive bird in my balcony. With my luck though, I managed to have its picture taken only to have it TURN ITS BACK ON ME. And its back is brown. So much for spotting the bird. Can you spot the little guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Stupid_bird_facing_the_wrong_way.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken 2 or 3 days ago. I actually forget if Widi had really something in her eyes or just trying to avoid having her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Widi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look stupid. Damn it. This is what i get for trying to take it myself rather than count on Andri who'll end up deleting the picture. Andri and the delete button put together make a dangerous pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/I_look_stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this looks more decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/SellV.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was actually APPROVED by Andri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Approved_by_Andri_hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS, obviously WASN'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Not_approved.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109065286496679777?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109065286496679777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109065286496679777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-beats-this-i-was-again-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-109012557904662337</id><published>2004-07-18T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T12:46:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thai embassy Open House&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This was the first thing that I found interesting. They sold this thing called durian chips. I've heard potato chips, I've heard of cassava chips, tasted them even. But durian? That's a first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Durian_chips.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the stall selling some sort of garlic bread that's&amp;nbsp;uncharacteristically sweet. It's a sweet and salty garlic bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Thai_embassy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that guy on the left side? The one cooking? He's supposed to be the focus of this picture. But oh well, I couldn't tell the rest of the people to shoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cookin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Some Thai cuisine with exotic name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Thai_cuisine.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice though that Thai food can be pretty similar to Indonesian food. There's this particular stall selling cakes that looks suspiciously like Bengawan Solo. I needed to practically dragged my mother out of there before she kept buying stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;More weird food. We didn't try this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_weird_food.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'll include my drawings as well. This was done in Pangandaran. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawing of the rock fish. Beside it is this fish who has its eyes on one side of its body. Very interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Rock_fish.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (artist?) impression of Pangandaran - at least the part outside my room... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/My_pretty_drawing.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-109012557904662337?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109012557904662337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/109012557904662337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/07/thai-embassy-open-house-my-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108952389989022168</id><published>2004-07-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T13:33:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Perfect Imitation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody recommended us this restaurant selling Padangese food. It was the perfect imitation. There's no weird smell -you know, the weird curry smell in local curry. It even tastes very close to something we can get at &lt;em&gt;Sari Bundo.&lt;/em&gt; No, I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Ono busy with his toothpick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ono_and_toothpick.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy poking on the fish's eyeball. Errhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Eyeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside of the restaurant. Man I love old buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Rendezvouz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nightime scenery. This looked like something out of some sassy video clip, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Nightime.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy exchanging shoes with Dad. She looked stupid in it, despite dad's claim that &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; shoes are Bally and "how can Reebok looks better than Bally?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Watch_the_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they exhaged the shoes back. Oh well, they &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; exchange the shoes back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Again_watch_the_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad in his most charming pose....overlook the price tag please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cool_pic_or_dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108952389989022168?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108952389989022168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108952389989022168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/07/perfect-imitation-somebody-recommended.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108939831448583903</id><published>2004-07-10T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T02:57:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why shopping at IMM may not be such a horrible experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to apologise for being stupid about the whole my-MMC-is-too-short-for-the-slot thing. Yep. So, here are the pictures that are due. Ah yea, nobody -whoever you are- thanks for the uh...reminder about the adapter stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went shopping, no I mean were forced to shop at IMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were this bookshelf filled with files in assorted sizes and colours. I was supposed to pick one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/stupid_bookshelves.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be careful though, because on a closer look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/512ad12c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have files in POLKA DOTS!!! ooohhhh how horrible can it gets........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was our trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/83aaff9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some stupid woman was messing around with our trolley when my dad noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid woman: I thought this is nobody's tlolley...&lt;br /&gt;R: Trolley&lt;br /&gt;Stupid: I thought nobody's using this tlolley...&lt;br /&gt;R: TROLLEY GODAMMIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course I had more sense than to say that out loud. But, seriously how can she think it's nobody's trolley when &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; stuff (plastic bags and all that) was ALL OVER THE TROLLEY. Some people are just not very good liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some basket or something. Also in assorted colours. I noticed they have bad taste. Look at all those colours, you'd think you're looking at Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/lego_apa_lego.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad pointed out that, if we were to buy these black bowls, we can pretty much pretend we're eating at some fancy japanese restaurants like Ajisen. I thought having instant noodle inside it would kind of destroy the pretend effect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Black_cups_n_bowls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad couldn't quite decide whether to buy the black or blue bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/26d4f2e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one has got to take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this plastic shoes (My mom said that's to be used when we go to the toilet). And it's green. OOoooohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sepatu_keren.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist trying it on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ooohh_nice_shoess.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the purple ones were pretty popular because there were only 2 pairs left. And there were plenty of the shittier green ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little piggy. Something Buika might like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/b5395ea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the side view, for Buika's benefit. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/f62ce7cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what this weird-looking device is for. It's not a spoon. It's not a fork. What the hell is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Apaan_ini.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says &lt;em&gt;soap series&lt;/em&gt;. If I didn't know better I'd have thought it consisting of &lt;br /&gt;1) Days of Our Lives   &lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/2ca3bf0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Days of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;3) Days of Our Lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going plastic now that plastic is cheap.... But plastic pants?? OOOoooohhhh. Keeps the rain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Plastic_pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. A pretty lousy fashion statement. And oh.....yea, that was my dad at the back...Note that I DIDN'T ask him to pose like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why going to IMM wasn't such a bad thing is that there was PLENTY to see.&lt;br /&gt;Like this bucket full of live eels..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_eelsss_akhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/EELs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know that eels sleep STANDING? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Standing_sleeping_eels.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sleep_standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I have to tell you, sleeping &lt;em&gt;standing&lt;/em&gt; is a necessary skill to adopt for long bus travel when you lack sleep. The long journey won't be a problem if you can sleep standing. Without falling of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my beloved now-destroyed buzzing phone. Akhhh. I'm gonna miss the buzzing little creep. Not the buzzing though, just the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/My_beloved_phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108939831448583903?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108939831448583903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108939831448583903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-shopping-at-imm-may-not-be-such.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108859398489043797</id><published>2004-06-30T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T19:56:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here are the pictures I promised you. Enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Pangandaran. The view outside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/In_reality.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Balai2.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture I drew of my father when I was 13 or so. See if it looks like him if you've seen my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Artistic_drawing_1997.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, THIS was what I drew only recently....erhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Some_things_i_can_only_do_once.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, some things I can only do once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon though, I can handle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Doraemon_i_can_deal_with.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the carrot after dad did his Papa Chop. Nicely done eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Carot.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the carrots (These will be Ono's victims and mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_carrots.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so that you know, they ended up in our soup. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was also telling you about how we saw somebody's brief fall on the roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Save_the_brief_baby.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the attempt to recover the precious material..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Whos_brief.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that look like some flag? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sparky, behaving disgusting and acting innocent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Spark.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why somebody needed to strangle the dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Strangle_him.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now..what are these? turtle soup??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Floating_carcasses.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're actually floating fish carcasses. &lt;em&gt;Carcasses&lt;/em&gt; because we forgot to return them to the sea because we're too busy cycling in the sun. Cruelty at its best eh? I was sorry. I truly was.&lt;br /&gt;This is how the little guy look like in close-ups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Staring_back_at_ya.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Rock_fish.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of the fish and I thought they look like a combination of owl, rock, fish and starfruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy found this (traditional-looking, aunty-ish) tops in my mother's closet. She put them on to see how it went. I have only one word to describe how she looked like in it. FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_freak.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ibu_pejabat_nyasar.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Disgusting_disgusting.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indonesian, I call it : Ibu Pejabat Nyasar which literally translate to something like "a lost (female) senator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at some restaurant. It was really cold then. Ono decided to lend me his jacket...erh...only the arms portion of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Bono_n_me.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My always hungry fish who's a cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Always_hungry_fish.gif&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He always looks pissed. If anybody can look more pissed than me in my sourest mood, it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Pissed_off_look.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Pissed.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ono was so bored while doing his homework, he doodled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Onos_pie.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Why are you drawing sunflower?&lt;br /&gt;Ono: What sunflower?&lt;br /&gt;R: (pointing to the doodle) That one&lt;br /&gt;Ono: That's Elmo. Geez..&lt;br /&gt;R:...ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the small cafe where my dad usually has his breakfast. It was a cozy little place -when nobody's smoking anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Purnama.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Ono back before he had his scars and everything...I thought he looked really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Bono.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously the good-looking inducer genes somehow missed me when God created me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Wo.gif&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Okayyy_whos_that.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka's room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Kks_room.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Roomie_room.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like when I look out the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/From_where_i_stand.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pangandaran, I saw this guy who fished from noon til dusk. So I'll give this picture the title: Fish till you drop (dead?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Fishing_till_u_drop.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little fish caught by the fishermen. Most of them aren't dead yet. The one holding it wasn't me. There's no way I'll let it die &lt;em&gt;on my hands&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Fishy.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Guess_where_this_is.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...WHO are they??? (Might as well that the picture's kind of small...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Holly_shit_whos_that.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest way to die. Jump. That's right, i had to climb that high everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Deep_ravine.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung at a distance at night. A glorious sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Bdg_at_a_distance.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of the big gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_gathering.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108859398489043797?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108859398489043797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108859398489043797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/06/here-are-pictures-i-promised-you.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108585052869426959</id><published>2004-05-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T01:08:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELMO&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Elmo.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKIE MONSTER&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cookie_monster.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not furry enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo, Cookie Monster and Friend. Guess who's the friend here.&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Elmo_cookie_n_ono.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108585052869426959?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108585052869426959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108585052869426959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/sesame-street-elmo-cookie-monster.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108584931782817576</id><published>2004-05-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T01:07:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bear With Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit was stupid. And the number of pictures here should be proof of how bored I was. I know it's all ships and sea, nothing much. So if you're an aeroplane kind and not a ship kind of person, just bear with me. Hey at least I didn't queue for hours for nothing. I get to share all these boring pictures with you guys. (making a vist there totally unecessary). Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, Wedy's trying to shoot the pirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Woohoo_wedy.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ships behind RSS Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Two_ships.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torpedoes, they looked a wholelot less intimidating here for some unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Torpedoes.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of RSS Victory. Your favourite place of all time: the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_toilet.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corridor. It's only about 2 meter high, so obviously some ppl are not cut out to be naval officers&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_corridor.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabin. It's very very cramped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_deck.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_kitchen.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicer cabin for the officer of higher rank. You're supposed to look at the room, by the way, not those kids inside. No, I don't know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_nicer_cabin.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_mascot.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship behind&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_ship_behind.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_mast.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stern (is that what you call it?) with the ominous-looking weapon protruding out&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_front.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weapon at the sides. Harpoon, if I'm not wrong.&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Some_weapon.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. This is the STUPID queue that drove me bonkers. The reason why you should trust me when I said the open house was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Stupid_queue.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side views&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Side_view2.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Side_view.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sea.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/RssV2.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Rss_victory.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fake submarine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sub.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some plaque&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Plaque.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the ship&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/On_the_ship.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to look at the ship, not Wedy's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Not_wedys_back.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More guns. Man boys must've loved these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_guns.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the cabins&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_cabin.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting room&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Meeting_room.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liferaft. No more accident with Titanic proportion here. Every crew'll get a seat. (the raft can accomodate 20 ppl)&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Life_raft.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expanded life raft (they puffed it up using carbondioxide apprently)&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Expanded_liferaft.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they lowered down the flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Flag_down.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fake topedoes. Again, you're supposed to look at the torpedoes, not kaka's back. God, why do I keep getting ppl's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Fake_torpedo.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guns and weapons. Boys enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/All__the_guns.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Another_weapon.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool gadgets in the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cool_gadgets.gif&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Control_room.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108584931782817576?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108584931782817576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108584931782817576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/bear-with-me-visit-was-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108575668299136871</id><published>2004-05-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:05:25.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream Cone Craze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realize that Toapayoh at night resembles  Bali at night. The similarities were particularly chilling because the night air today's kind of cool and breezy. What struck me the most was the night view outside Mc Donalds (Did I just spoil the moment for you? all that talk about similarities and suddenly I talk about Mc Donalds) Well it looks JUST like the night view outside KFC in Kuta Bali. Ask anyone who've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Bali_or.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what it's like. The roads in Kuta Bali. We just need to overlook the fact that there's no sound of waves and shops selling surf board and not much caucasians wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dad (yes, my DAD!!!) started out the Ice cream cone craze, by (accidentally??) making faces out of the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Smiley.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way Wedy's gonna be left outdone, so here's her version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Smiley2.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ono soon followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Hehe_evil_smile.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what you get if you took out the fries. Scary eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_evil_eye.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of Ono's masterpiece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/More_smiley.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy trying so so hard to continue, even after the ice cream's almost gone. Huahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Face_or_hole.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108575668299136871?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108575668299136871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108575668299136871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/ice-cream-cone-craze-i-never-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108567975722338726</id><published>2004-05-28T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T01:42:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS a la WEDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy has this teacher who's about to get married. And since she's a self-proclaimed Spongebob Fan, wedy decide to make the teacher her version of Spongebob. This is how it turns out (Naked Spongebob and girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Spbob.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Shoot_em.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy's very own Bikini Bottom!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Bikini_bottom.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob and the girlfriend kissing. Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Kissy2.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108567975722338726?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108567975722338726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108567975722338726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/spongebob-square-pants-la-wedy-wedy.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108565630162324015</id><published>2004-05-27T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:11:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Place_2_fall.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the one place that EACH ONE OF THEM had actually fall while in TJ. It's either's they're all hopelessly careless or the place's cursed. Baffles me too. And they actually bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Stupid_look.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really have nothing against Peru. But it seems like her face always appeared somewhat weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Tap_it.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this machine now for students to tap their EZ-Link card for attendance taking. Cool eh? We just &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to graduate before they came out with all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Canteen.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen. Not much change here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of my tatoos... Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Snaky.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Grrr.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Cobra.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108565630162324015?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108565630162324015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108565630162324015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-was-one-place-that-each-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108537316139083444</id><published>2004-05-24T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:32:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red: dad. Green: Ono&lt;br /&gt;The situation then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_situation_then.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/The_situation_now.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of losing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/On_the_verge_of_losing.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why Ono looked like this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Grinning_victorious_ono.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see his conquests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ono_Conquests.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile at Dad's fort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/At_the_port.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Near_the_end_of_the_game.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ono's finishing move. But it's pretty obvious who's the winner in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and yea when I went out with SellV the other day, we ate lots n lots of chili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image000.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have guessed TWO ppl ate these right?? Yea we're chilli-lovers, diarrhoea aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108537316139083444?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108537316139083444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108537316139083444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/red-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-10853727777340399</id><published>2004-05-24T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:26:17.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Tj_audi.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tj Audi. Doesn't look any different except maybe for the not so cheapskate lighting system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sparky.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy and her new pal, Sparky.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, Wedy it shouldn't be Sparky, it should be Yellowy. Do you see his lopsided face? Lopsy. Yea, he should be called Yellowy Lopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Karaoke_night.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah here's wedy trying to escape from studying...It's history so who can blame her ??&lt;br /&gt;W: Why must all these events happen? Now I have to study them...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say to that. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-10853727777340399?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/10853727777340399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/10853727777340399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/tj-audi.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108503375821355307</id><published>2004-05-20T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T14:18:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Stall_4.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the stall we kept hogging. Notice how the stall 3 had no basket in front? Somewhat that became a source of conflict. Note how low the table was. Peru practically climbed up, straddled the thing n got to the other side. Efficient, as long as noone's looking her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Pancake.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treat that was kiddy's pancakes. Man baby food tasted pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Ghostly_peiru.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghostly Peru. Huahahahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Not_so_ghostly_peiru.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so ghostly Peru. I've got to be fair so I include both. Although to me, this one looks pretty scary too. Must be the lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Gosip2.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip gossip gossip.....ah uncosnciously we're all being groomed to become future aunties. What a depressing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Notice.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notice. Okay tht loks kind of small. I shall take pity on your eyes. It says : This canteen is for use by students of__________Primary School only. Vendors are not allowed to serve parents/visitors.&lt;br /&gt;This notice, we blatantly flaunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Big_button.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big big button for grandmas and grandpas so they won't mistake a 3 for an 8 anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108503375821355307?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108503375821355307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108503375821355307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-was-stall-we-kept-hogging.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108485652924917651</id><published>2004-05-18T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:02:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Stoning.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image002.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get away from Wedy's grip...erhh...unsuccessfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Sharing.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about sharing. The lesson that must be taught to spoiled kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they better listen or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chacky misbehaved.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Chacky_facing_the_wall.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image018.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108485652924917651?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108485652924917651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108485652924917651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/stoning-trying-to-get-away-from-wedys.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108485637915852526</id><published>2004-05-18T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T12:59:39.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image003.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student lazing around. Umm you guys can't see his face anyway right?? There you go, the guilty is protected n remained anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image008.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of my lazing around. Guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Mickey_mouse_n_gangs.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student's rich collection of soft toys. Does it look like a museum or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108485637915852526?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108485637915852526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108485637915852526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-student-lazing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108433830071898748</id><published>2004-05-12T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:05:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Chapera_Tribe.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wonders what the hell chapera is, well this is it. AT least before the tribe merge into Chaboga Mogo (chapera, Saboga, Mogo Mogo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/SURVIVOR_ALL_STAR.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor All Star Logo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108433830071898748?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108433830071898748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108433830071898748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-those-who-wonders-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108402956259170504</id><published>2004-05-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:25:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image029.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good teeth good bite. I never bite anybody but hell, I've BEEN bitten when I was a kid. So there &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;somebody more violent than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image030.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ono defying gravity. Trying too anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image032.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errhhh apparently Ono does have a stable hand for picture-taking so I don't look like a criminal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108402956259170504?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108402956259170504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108402956259170504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/good-teeth-good-bite.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108402941770665618</id><published>2004-05-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:21:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image013.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka n Mama agreeing on how tom yam soup tasted like "sayur asem". Huahahaha. Tom Yam suck anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108402941770665618?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108402941770665618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108402941770665618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/kaka-n-mama-agreeing-on-how-tom-yam.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385158799418659</id><published>2004-05-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:57:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image028.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma. She finally agreed to keep still n let me take a picture of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385158799418659?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385158799418659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385158799418659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385152962266876</id><published>2004-05-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:56:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image012.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear's growing a claw. FINALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385152962266876?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385152962266876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385152962266876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/bears-growing-claw.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385148274490000</id><published>2004-05-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:55:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image009.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, that was the day when we all cooked like good housewives to be. Errrrghhh let me rephrase, that was the day when we all cooked. Yea that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385148274490000?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385148274490000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385148274490000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/hah-that-was-day-when-we-all-cooked.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385138102126694</id><published>2004-05-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:54:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image016.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy the new age lady. Hmmm quite a failure in terms of the impersonation skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385138102126694?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385138102126694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385138102126694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/wedy-new-age-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385128752868865</id><published>2004-05-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:52:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image004.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay. If u see any bridge, that's probably the bridge where I stood like an idiot waving n smiling away. Not much better from Buika's bro. So I'd like to think that I'm normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385128752868865?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385128752868865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385128752868865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/clarke-quay.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385096337748254</id><published>2004-05-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:47:09.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image001.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously to compensate for the too-green-picture earlier on. How's that for being not green??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385096337748254?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385096337748254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385096337748254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-obviously-to-compensate-for.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385088485163101</id><published>2004-05-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:45:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image026.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ono's in it to. Like I said, don't do this at home. Can't emphasize that more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385088485163101?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385088485163101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385088485163101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/onos-in-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385080722938059</id><published>2004-05-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:50:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image025.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedy's taking the hit. Heh not much courage there eh? This whole thing's turning into a Taiwan-show-lookalike freakshow. But kids, don't do this at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385080722938059?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385080722938059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385080722938059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/wedys-taking-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108385071184616415</id><published>2004-05-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:42:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image019.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabric of the Nation. It's quite ironic how I seem to go to ToaPayoh every now and then but never really get around to actually see the thing. Yea well, it may not be all that impressive but it is something. Especially when ur bored waiting for the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108385071184616415?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385071184616415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108385071184616415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/fabric-of-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108384996171664520</id><published>2004-05-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:30:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image017.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those moments where they actually don't fight. =P. Heh, see the contrast? Ono's in his pajamas but Kaka's not. Guess that's why male is from Mars n female is from Venus (Do I get it mixed up??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108384996171664520?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384996171664520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384996171664520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-one-of-those-moments-where.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108384962323640952</id><published>2004-05-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:24:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/IMG0145.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOMEEEEE. Although right now I'm not sure where exactly home is. Darn we all look like criminals what with the blurred image eh? Nah, it's not the photo-taking skills. It's the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108384962323640952?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384962323640952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384962323640952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/home-sweet-homeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108384945567332198</id><published>2004-05-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:22:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image022.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Wedy can make it in advertising. Doesn't this just make u think how yummy the apple is? This is coming from somebody who doesn't like apple. Should be pretty reliable eh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108384945567332198?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384945567332198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384945567332198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-think-wedy-can-make-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903810.post-108384898407426956</id><published>2004-05-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:14:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v145/chapera/Image023.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all looks too green Wedy said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903810-108384898407426956?l=chaperaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384898407426956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903810/posts/default/108384898407426956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaperaz.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-all-looks-too-green-wedy-said.html' title=''/><author><name>RoSs. L.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
