<?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-8676951135366109593</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:55:33.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of Boredom</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants, bitching, moaning, and reflections on life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1007688747307059936</id><published>2009-08-08T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:27:40.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It never ceases to amaze me how many "nerds" or "geeks" there are that are in the army. There's me, playing Left 4 Dead and such during my time off...and there are at least 5 other people in my platoon that are playing WOW right now. Such a funny thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1007688747307059936?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1007688747307059936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1007688747307059936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1007688747307059936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1007688747307059936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-never-ceases-to-amaze-me-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7590244145554770251</id><published>2009-08-07T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:58:46.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLC II: Week 1</title><content type='html'>Week 1 is finally over at BOLC II. Inprocessing week, means all admin crap means lots and lots of down time. We had one real day of "training" which consisted of bring too much gear and sitting out in the hot sun. After spending a week here, I can see why the army has decided to can this course. I learned crap from sitting out in the sun all day. I learned a couple things about IEDs, stuff easily learned from searching online. The only good thing about the class is listening to the NCO stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that check facebook, you'll see that there is a lot of down time. From playing Left 4 Dead all night, to napping during the day, to having nothing to do since 10 in the morning. I'm hoping next week will be more eventful, but I doubt it. Spending a whole week at the range cannot be that productive. I'll qualify the first time I try, and then I'll have nothing to do for a week. Its only natural that there's downtime when you try to shove 250 people through a range. But oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was harder and more stressful than this crap is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that makes BOLC II unbearable....is the GOD DAMN HEAT! This would be so much more enjoyable if it wasn't burning hot...I've never sweat so much in my life just sitting there. I took a piss when I woke up this morning at 5:20, and did not take another piss till about 5 o clock at night, and yes I was drinking water all day. Utterly disgusting temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...this fat body needs chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7590244145554770251?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7590244145554770251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7590244145554770251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7590244145554770251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7590244145554770251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2009/08/bolc-ii-week-1.html' title='BOLC II: Week 1'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2800985072430688361</id><published>2008-09-26T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:15:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Penalty: Yay or Nay</title><content type='html'>YAY PLEASE. Number 1 reason for death penalty: tax payers are paying to house the damn prisoners, feeding them, giving them a bed and a shower. I would hate doing that if someone fucked with me and was in jail for life. I'd like my money to go towards killing him. Or...if no penalty, street justice, whihc is probably a much better form of "justice", although it can get easily out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first thought of blogging this since I just watched 88 minutes...but now I'm not in the mood. Its time for alcohol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2800985072430688361?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2800985072430688361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2800985072430688361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2800985072430688361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2800985072430688361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/09/death-penalty-yay-or-nay.html' title='Death Penalty: Yay or Nay'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8672394710555583300</id><published>2008-09-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:17:24.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why girls have become sluttier.</title><content type='html'>For those of you interested, there's an article in Time Magazine that dives into the topic of why young girls are becoming "sexier" too fast. There's a hot looking girl featured onthe first page of the artcle, one with make up, one without make up. Its the same girl. She looks young on the left, and old (hella hot) on the right. The caption of this picture gives her name and in parenthesis (says she's 11 years old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the article a quick red, so it wasn;t entirely clear to me what they were trying to say. One thing they did try and bring up is the fact that its not completely the media's fault. Yet in the article, it seemed like they were bashing mostly the media. They give girls credit in being able to tell fact from fiction (movie and television influences) but they say the girls are constantly plummeted with advertisment (which is a form of media isn't it...) and the need to look sexy. They quoted some study where they gave televisions to people in the western part of Fiji, and the most noteable change it brought was that the women there wanted to lose weight. NOT exactly wanting to look sexy, but TV does make an impact on what the girls perceive as attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, if you care, read the Time article. I blame the slutty nature of today's young girls on TV/Media influences, but more importantly, piss poor parenting. If parents would raise their children and tell them how imporant self-image is, perhaps there would be less boobies popping out...not that I'd ever complain about girls showing off their goodies. But I know if I had a daughter and she decided to be a slut and flaunt her goodies, I would disown her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8672394710555583300?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8672394710555583300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8672394710555583300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8672394710555583300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8672394710555583300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-girls-have-become-sluttier.html' title='Why girls have become sluttier.'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7718026634065124764</id><published>2008-09-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:30:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinero Dinero Dinero</title><content type='html'>521 dollars a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas Twice a month (rounded up) = 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;431 dollars left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 dollars for food, 31 days in a month = 465.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. Too much food money. Guess I'll be eating at the DC a lot...Now why would I need 15 dollars a day for food? Because I eat out damn near every day. Lets say I find...10 days where I dont have to eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 dollars for 21 days = 315&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116 left for the month. Lets say about 30 for PGE (again estimated high)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 dollars left for the month...Used for games, going out, etc. Damn what a tight budget...and damn eating out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7718026634065124764?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7718026634065124764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7718026634065124764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7718026634065124764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7718026634065124764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinero-dinero-dinero.html' title='Dinero Dinero Dinero'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-9133467333637155889</id><published>2008-09-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:19:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat Fact</title><content type='html'>Most college students come out with little to no money, or an assload in debt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm really in that my parents help me with a lot of things, and I make okay financial decisions...I do have my moments and a lot of impulse buys, and wasted money on crappy games. But all that aside, its nice to know that if I simply save the tuition money, I can graduate college, and buy a fully loaded IS350 (yes with the navi and 14 speaker system) with cash. That's pretty fucking cool. Of course, its a terrible move financially, but its nice to have that option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm showing off. So what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-9133467333637155889?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9133467333637155889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=9133467333637155889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9133467333637155889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9133467333637155889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/09/neat-fact.html' title='Neat Fact'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7933563881833760798</id><published>2008-08-31T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:10:10.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Mod to the XD-9</title><content type='html'>Almost 2 hours of paiting, blotching, and re-painting...Its still not quite finished...a few more coats should do, but I'm so tired of doing this crap..maybe next weekend it'll look brighter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsyC5ZruYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CWefV7aOZEs/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsyC5ZruYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CWefV7aOZEs/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240837616725375362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsy1b8YylI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cuC6adqlbj0/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsy1b8YylI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cuC6adqlbj0/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240838484991199826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsy1ZCQZVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ahh08x8ySg4/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsy1ZCQZVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ahh08x8ySg4/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240838484210509138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7933563881833760798?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7933563881833760798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7933563881833760798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7933563881833760798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7933563881833760798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-mod-to-xd-9.html' title='First Mod to the XD-9'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/SLsyC5ZruYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CWefV7aOZEs/s72-c/DSC00193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-6425570947317211880</id><published>2008-08-24T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:44:31.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Lightrail</title><content type='html'>I hate the Light rail around silicon Valley. It made me wait an extra minute at a damn light on Hostetter, reducing my overall fuel economy. Yea yea, I bitch about my gas. But honestly, there was one guy on the first lightrail, then another empty one passes by. I understand the idea, its a great one. Asia's public transportation is awesome. Its fast, cheap. But here's the thing...ALL THEIR SHIT IS UNDERGROUND. &lt;br /&gt;I'm the sure the VTA had the idea of making the commute easier. But tell me, how does it make life easier for people if they have to wait at a damn light while this stupid ass light rail thats almost never occupied goes by. Maybe if they took it underground, it wouldn't hinder the people who still drive. Cause in Asia...if that damn thingwas above ground, you can be sure everyone would be swerving around that fucking train. But of course, its expensive to go underground, and if the current people rode it and we went underground, I'm sure the city would be in a lot more debt. &lt;br /&gt;Now here's the underlying problem in which why public transportation fails so miserably in the silicon valley. EVERYTHING IS TOO FUCKING SPREAD OUT. Its not Davis where everything is in a 3 mile radius. Its not China, Hong Kong, or Taiwan where everything is jampacked so tightly together that a train station can serve as a get off point for restaurants, schools, work places, hotels, parties, night markets, etc etc. The fact of the matter is, you NEED a car to get around silicon valley in any timely manner. Even if you want to take public transportation, 9 times out of 10, you need a car to get to the damn public transportation site. If I wanted to take light rail to work, I couldn't simply walk to a station. Noooo, I have to drive my ass somewhere, park my car, then take the lightrail. So...its a nice concept, but the execution of the concept has failed miserably, and it can be seen by the amount of people that actually use the light rail.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this all stemmed up from waiting an extra minute to do a let turn from capitol, onto hostetter. Damn the light rail, TEAR IT DOWN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...Samsung Soul...This phone is one hot piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/47/samsung-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.letsgodigital.org/images/artikelen/47/samsung-soul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 dollars...I'm too poor =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-6425570947317211880?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6425570947317211880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=6425570947317211880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6425570947317211880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6425570947317211880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-lightrail.html' title='Stupid Lightrail'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4960591851867812430</id><published>2008-08-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:50:25.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Life after LDAC sure has gotten boring. Yea, there was lots of bullshit to put up with. But there was always something to do, up until the last 5 days. Its kinda nice having your day planned out for you, knowing exactly what's going to happen at what time. But now, its back to summer break, where I have hours and hours of free time, and I have no idea what to do with it. Normally, I'd go out and buy a new gadet to play with so I'd have something to do. And I did....except I have to wait 11 days to get it, so I have nothing to do for a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new toy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gunreports.com/media/newspics/selector/SPRINGFIELD-XD9-SERVICE-1207-1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gunreports.com/media/newspics/selector/SPRINGFIELD-XD9-SERVICE-1207-1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get it...but until then, I have to be bored, and harass people because I have nothing better to do...Someone save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4960591851867812430?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4960591851867812430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4960591851867812430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4960591851867812430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4960591851867812430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4339762843668080139</id><published>2008-05-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:24:44.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL.</title><content type='html'>Today, I bore witness to the dwindling strictness in asian parenting that is plaguing our generation. Crowded as hell in Fantasia, and everyone is walking around, moving to tables, etc, etc. This mom is holding her baby, making it say hi and all that crap. Then the baby goes and plays around, and knocks a vase on the floor. UH OH. What happens? The dad goes talks ot counter, to see if they have to pay for it. The manager said forget about it (hey i would too). And then the family continues on their merry little way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLD UP. What is wrong ith this picture?&lt;br /&gt;1.) Baby playing around while being held by mom.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Baby breaking something&lt;br /&gt;3.) Father not hitting, not even YELLING at the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 needs attention. I remember spilling my ice water as a kid lead me to the bathroom and a good 3 or 4 whacks on the ass. This baby breaks a vase with no punishment at all. From what I could tell, this child was a first born too, which means he should be getting the strictest punishment. My my my, what is happening to strict asian parenting...Then again, these days,  open palm spanking will probably give you 5 years imprisonment, a 500 dollar fine, and loss of your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I am a 100% supporter of overly strict asian parenting for babies, and young children. Once a child hits middle school, transitions MUST begin and the child needs to start learning for him/herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4339762843668080139?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4339762843668080139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4339762843668080139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4339762843668080139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4339762843668080139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/05/fail.html' title='FAIL.'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4351045056626981740</id><published>2008-03-04T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:40:21.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v51/230/118/3234214/n3234214_32062488_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v51/230/118/3234214/n3234214_32062488_1472.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4351045056626981740?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4351045056626981740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4351045056626981740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4351045056626981740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4351045056626981740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/03/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1856824910951468763</id><published>2008-03-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:32:10.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me the penal code for "annoying phone calls?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1856824910951468763?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1856824910951468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1856824910951468763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1856824910951468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1856824910951468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5685079882088674021</id><published>2008-03-03T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:48:45.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K850i shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yOM8y67eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YdgKQbuuzp8/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yOM8y67eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YdgKQbuuzp8/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173666425071136226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yONMy67fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SX1cR1gHMA0/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yONMy67fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SX1cR1gHMA0/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173666429366103538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yONsy67gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CJVlb42Ss5g/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yONsy67gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CJVlb42Ss5g/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173666437956038146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing in the bucket was dining in's grog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5685079882088674021?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5685079882088674021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5685079882088674021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5685079882088674021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5685079882088674021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/03/k850i-shots.html' title='K850i shots'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R8yOM8y67eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YdgKQbuuzp8/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2656291056255678035</id><published>2008-03-02T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:01:00.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm....Religion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOxEa4mkPik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOxEa4mkPik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...God's will. People like this give religion a bad name. Yet another reason we should do away with religion all together...then we wouldn't have to deal with shit like this. Why don't people assinate bitches like these, but go for JFK and MLK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2656291056255678035?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2656291056255678035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2656291056255678035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2656291056255678035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2656291056255678035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/03/mmmmmreligion.html' title='Mmmmm....Religion.'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-6257165326462076290</id><published>2008-02-28T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:59:13.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Reflection</title><content type='html'>So I've been carless for almost a month. Have I learned my lesson? Perhaps not fully. &lt;br /&gt;Have I grown more patient with slow drivers? Yes &lt;br /&gt;Been less angry while riding in other people's cars? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to jump in a new set of wheels and drive again? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my accident, I have been behind the wheel for less than 30mins...mainly because the cars at home are nothing close to what I drove..except a manual G35 which I don't know how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one thing that has changed for sure is my appreciation for a car. From the day I started driving, I've had a car. It probably wasn't the best way to introduce me to full time driving. Being carless for a month has made me realize that a car really is out of convenience, and it is a pleasure I miss. I suppose its not quite time to get a car yet, but it is definitely time to go shopping around...&lt;br /&gt;Potentials:&lt;br /&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer (denied by my mom)&lt;br /&gt;2008 Corolla (Cheaper than the new ones...but I know whats it capable of, so mod bug may bite)&lt;br /&gt;2009 Corolla (Its a baby camry...but it IS new, and has a look that could grow on me)&lt;br /&gt;2009 Civic (Eww, no thanks)&lt;br /&gt;2009 Scion tC (no thanks to the chick car)&lt;br /&gt;2009 VW Jetta (Reliability problems...otherwise I would consider it to the corolla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the test drive list... 2009 Corolla, VW Jetta, Mitsubishi Lancer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-6257165326462076290?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6257165326462076290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=6257165326462076290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6257165326462076290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6257165326462076290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/driving-reflection.html' title='Driving Reflection'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4808772427097849920</id><published>2008-02-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:14:28.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>Normally, I avoid stupid game shows like these (except who wants to be a millionaire), but this episode was interesting. Some white slut, named Laruen Cleri answers a bunch of questions. When they get to the relationship ones...these are the questions asked, and her answers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you should be married to your ex-boyfriend? Yes (true)&lt;br /&gt;Were you still in love with your ex-boyfriend on your weddin day? Yes (true)&lt;br /&gt;After you were married, have you had sexual relations with someone other than your husband? Yes (true)&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're a good person? Yes (false)&lt;br /&gt;Because of her answers, her and her husband are now separted. Good call mr. husband. Now to the white slut...I'm surprised you tried to lie to yourself and say that you're agood person. How can anyone say, or even attempt to say they are a good person after cheating on someone you supposedly love.&lt;br /&gt;What did Laruen get from this? Absolutely nothing. Since she lied, she lost her chance at 200,000, and lost her marriage. Oh, I bet her parents are proud too. They found out on national television they raised an unfaithful bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;How do people find it in their hearts to do someone they care about so much wrong? &lt;br /&gt;And oh the funny shit... "And on Cleri's MySpace page, the settings had been changed to "private." It read: "Lauren is going through a VERY difficult time right now. Please leave me alone. Please."&lt;br /&gt;WELL NO SHIT YOURE GOING THROUGH A DIFFICULT TIME. You admitted on national TV that you're a fucking slut. Good game bitch, you got what you deserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4808772427097849920?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4808772427097849920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4808772427097849920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4808772427097849920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4808772427097849920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/moment-of-truth.html' title='The Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2226602791342160308</id><published>2008-02-24T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:36:38.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like a car</title><content type='html'>I want a car.&lt;br /&gt;Getting around sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have put my money in a CD.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Hurry and come July.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2226602791342160308?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2226602791342160308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2226602791342160308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2226602791342160308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2226602791342160308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-would-like-car.html' title='I would like a car'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2745655489540723006</id><published>2008-02-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:52:46.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Fuck 155. Why the hell did the professor spend 2 weeks teaching us the Primal Simplex Algorithim, give us 2 homework assignments on it, and a quiz, and then on the midterm say we can't use it to solve the problem. Fuck niggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2745655489540723006?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2745655489540723006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2745655489540723006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2745655489540723006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2745655489540723006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4766849676891194172</id><published>2008-02-17T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:33:54.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Dia de Los Presidentes</title><content type='html'>Ha...silly girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jETGqZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GdxcwDLffuc/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jETGqZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GdxcwDLffuc/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168096404892679890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jETmqZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/x0mZMqEqnQU/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jETmqZ_uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/x0mZMqEqnQU/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168096413482614498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jEUGqZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bptb-OJdcIA/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jEUGqZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Bptb-OJdcIA/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168096422072549106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4766849676891194172?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4766849676891194172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4766849676891194172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4766849676891194172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4766849676891194172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-dia-de-los-presidentes.html' title='El Dia de Los Presidentes'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R7jETGqZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GdxcwDLffuc/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8355004248067059599</id><published>2008-02-14T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:37:12.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your typical Valentine's Rant</title><content type='html'>First off...I have no idea why I put this up...thought it was funny...&lt;a href="http://alchemist.excessivelydangerousthing.com/ljcartoons/cupid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://alchemist.excessivelydangerousthing.com/ljcartoons/cupid.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/start rant&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting on the bus, waiting to go back home, and I overhear, or eavesdrop if you so choose, on this slightly overweight, ugly bitch's conversation. Basically, she didn't expect her boyfriend to do something for her since he's "broke" But it turns out that he bought her some candy and coke in a glass  bottle since that the kind she likes. She was surprised, and then she told her friend, I didn't do anything for him, I didn't think he was going to do something for me. Okay...HOLD UP. Why the FUCK does he need to do something for you in order to do something for him? Its a loving relationship I assume, a TWO way street. You give a little, you take a little. Why should you have to expect him to do something for you before you'll do something back. Just because you didn't expect him to do anything, you don't make plans to do anything? &lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure, there are some of you cheap people thinking that she was looking out for him...by her not doing anything, he wouldn't feel bad if she did do something. Well no. In fact, FUCK NO. You should be able to do something for the other person without expecting anything in return. Its a kind gesture, not a I'll do something for you because I think I'm going to get something back. &lt;br /&gt;Now situations like this make me hate this stupid holiday. Most girls would expect something special done for them. Flowers, candy, dinner, initmate sex if the surprise is good enough I suppose. But no, you are wrong. It should be none of those things. Valentine's day should be whenever the hell you feel like. You should be able to do a surprise, just because. You don't need a little made up naked boy with wings to tell you that you need to do something cool for your boyfriend or girlfriend. Ugh, V-day disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cupid_dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.thebostonbachelor.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/cupid_dead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8355004248067059599?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8355004248067059599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8355004248067059599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8355004248067059599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8355004248067059599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-your-typical-valentines-rant.html' title='Not your typical Valentine&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1349359467363247955</id><published>2008-02-13T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:05:55.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>Chinese people celebrate the new year a lot better than people in the States...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.wenxuecity.com/messages/200802/news-gb2312-523315.html&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1349359467363247955?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1349359467363247955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1349359467363247955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1349359467363247955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1349359467363247955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8756476011792494688</id><published>2008-02-12T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:25:29.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>Whooo hooo! First GOOD grade from 155. 9/10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has decided to reteach the first 5 weeks of school. And I am still amazed at the stupid questions people can ask, even on the 2nd time round on the information...at the end of lecture, he asks: Is it crystal clear? People nod yes. His response? Amazing, I felt like I asked the impossible. What a dick. I like this professor...even though the material rapes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8756476011792494688?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8756476011792494688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8756476011792494688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8756476011792494688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8756476011792494688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/success.html' title='SUCCESS'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5395432359126292210</id><published>2008-02-08T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:45:07.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL food for thought</title><content type='html'>Americans are obese. Yes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this...when Americans were showed a picture of a chocolate cake, they were asked to asscoiate a word with it. What came to mind? "Guilt". The same was shown to the French. What was their word? "celebration" Last I recall...there weren't many fat people in France. But EY WTF? They eat cake for celebrations and don't beat themselves up for it. AND THEY DON'T WEIGH 300lbs! America's obsession with Low fat, no fat, 0 carbs, all these "nutrient" diets have in fact probably made americans fatter. Don't believe my claim? Read "In Defense of Food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now also think about this... Assume you are alone on a desert island for one year ad you can have water and one other food. Pick the food that you think would be best for your health. &lt;br /&gt;Your choices are:&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;Alfa Alfa&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Peaches&lt;br /&gt;Bananas&lt;br /&gt;Milk Chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5395432359126292210?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5395432359126292210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5395432359126292210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5395432359126292210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5395432359126292210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-food-for-thought.html' title='REAL food for thought'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1688650628031813701</id><published>2008-02-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:30:25.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah MONEY.</title><content type='html'>Estimated Funds around July... 14k&lt;br /&gt;Estimated OTD price for 2008 Lancer GTS with sound/navi...21k&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 months to raise 7k.&lt;br /&gt;450/month for 3 more months...1350&lt;br /&gt;So...5.7k on a loan from the dealer? &lt;br /&gt;I suppose its a bit far right now. But damn, I hope I can get enough to pay off the lancer in one siting. Then I'd start from square 1 again...0 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I need new shoes. Nike frees are comfy, but suck after about 150 miles. My shins and knees hurt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1688650628031813701?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1688650628031813701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1688650628031813701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1688650628031813701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1688650628031813701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/blah-blah-money.html' title='Blah blah MONEY.'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7624403374161887985</id><published>2008-02-01T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:19:42.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>Last over dramatic thing I do for my car... Adagio for Strings. Official death song of my car. Disregard the stupid video...I wanted to do another one but wasnt allowedto embed it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpS6KbGrRj0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpS6KbGrRj0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7624403374161887985?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7624403374161887985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7624403374161887985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7624403374161887985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7624403374161887985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8647299536924894726</id><published>2008-02-01T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:05:30.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is enough</title><content type='html'>2 cars, 2 years. No more wheels for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;15k for the car itself, and another 2.5k in mods. The mods a waste? Sure, people might say its a corolla and its a waste. But eh, take your opinion and shove it. What is or isn't considered waste is seen only in the person "wasting" the resource. Is school a waste of time? Some say it is. Why pay for class when you can get a book and read it yourself? "You're wasting your money" Why spend money on a car, its a waste of money. But enough of that, I don't care. It wasn't money wasted. It was well spent, in pursuit of a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accident, is probably the scariest one I've had. Not only is it the most expensive, but I honestly have NO clue why it happened. Last years accident, I was more sore physically, but I was unafraid to jump in a set of new wheels. I knew what happened, what I did wrong, and how I could change it. So on that weekend I went home, I test drove about 3 or 4 different cars...and then found my Corolla. Damn I loved this car. Sure it lacked in the power department, but it was an aesthically pleasing car, even stock. Throughout its one year time, I dropped 2.5k to make it look extremely appealing to the eyes, and made it as nimble as my brother's G35. &lt;br /&gt;But then on fateful morning of Jan. 30, 2008, my car hit a solid cement pole. &lt;br /&gt;What scares me the most is, I HAVE ZERO CLUE of why I hit the pole. I drove in that parking structure for a year, often times squealing my tires, and taking the turns hard. But on the morning of the crash, I drove normal. Speed was high for a parking structure, but no higher than I normally drove. I didn't take the turn hard. I wasn't trying to drift or squeal tires. I took it like a perfectly sane individual. Checked my approach to the turn, checked the stairwell to make sure it was clear of pedestrians, and turn my head to hear a loud crash. &lt;br /&gt;It is truly impossible to fix something if the cause of the problem is unknown. Because honestly, what can I fix? I'm staying out of wheels, probably for a long time. Initially I thought maybe until I graduate. Then I realized, its not a time issue, its an attitude thing. Am I bad driver? Given the record, yes I am. But I mean I know the traffic laws, know not to be a moronic driver. Aggressive, cocky, arrogant, speedy...all words that I can use to describe my driving style. And I guess this has to change before I'll feel comfortable behind the wheel. Even today, as I was getting a ride to the amtrak station, I was bashing drivers for things. Who am I to criticize other drivers? I've crashed into immovable objects, twice now. No wheels until I change my attitude towards driving. Yea speedy driving is fun and gets you places faster...but at what cost? And no, its not cool cause you drive fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8647299536924894726?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8647299536924894726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8647299536924894726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8647299536924894726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8647299536924894726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/02/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is enough'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7930497652361232529</id><published>2008-01-30T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:43:14.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Something is seriously wrong if you severely crash 2 cars in 2 years...What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Drive too fast&lt;br /&gt;2.)Tailgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else...too easily distracted? I really hope that car isn't totaled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7930497652361232529?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7930497652361232529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7930497652361232529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7930497652361232529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7930497652361232529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-825784582379461781</id><published>2008-01-30T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:17:19.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete:1, Car: 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R6DbLhZqaiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CHwwb6W6HjY/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R6DbNxZqalI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wIM_PLgeCwQ/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161366202612345426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R6DbOxZqamI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hRFS7Q-xlqw/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R6DbOxZqamI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hRFS7Q-xlqw/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161366219792214626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-825784582379461781?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/825784582379461781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=825784582379461781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/825784582379461781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/825784582379461781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/concrete1-car-0.html' title='Concrete:1, Car: 0'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R6DbLhZqaiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CHwwb6W6HjY/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7599504791746903843</id><published>2008-01-27T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:08:46.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma1gzPzU8SU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma1gzPzU8SU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I played it a lot better, I wasn't 10 years old...Got a superior when I played it...I swear I would have gotten the highest rating eveyr year if I had nerves of steel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7599504791746903843?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7599504791746903843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7599504791746903843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7599504791746903843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7599504791746903843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/mini-me.html' title='Mini me!'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4177903676307517656</id><published>2008-01-27T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:32:46.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA Davis PD</title><content type='html'>So...went to pick up my roommate from the Colleges. On the way back, see a cop on corner of anderson and La Rue...and the fucker decides to follow me all the way back home...so he tails me for about .5 miles. I'm driving normal..30, maybe 35ish. I pull into the driveway, the damn cop decides to turn on his bright ass car lights, and tells me to stay in the car. Okay...cool. License, registration and proof of insurance please. I give him my license. Ask if I have been drinking. No, my roommate has. Oh, is that what I smell? Yes. Did you change out your license plate lights to darker lights or something? No, they're white LEDs, they're supposed to be brighter. Well, I turned off my headlghts, and I could not see your license plate. Oh, sorry about that, I'll get that changed right away. Are you sure you haven't been drinking? Yes. (for the 10th fucking time, yes). Alright, get those lights changed please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm glad you didn't give me a fucking fix it ticket. But now i ask you, vigilant Davis PD. Why are you turning your headlights off in the middle of the god damn night to see if you can see my license plate? CHP have sped by me in speeds excess of 75mph and I have had no complaints. Oh well...no fix it ticket = no fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4177903676307517656?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4177903676307517656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4177903676307517656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4177903676307517656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4177903676307517656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-davis-pd.html' title='HAHA Davis PD'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5507391807407728909</id><published>2008-01-22T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:22:05.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More beautiful questions</title><content type='html'>I know 155 is hard. In fact, its the start of the 3rd week, and its kicking my ass. I feel behind, even though I've been doing the reading, and attempting the hw. Now if I'm struggling  this bad, and I consider myself of average intelligence, how must people like these managing in this class? Here's the story...&lt;br /&gt;We get a handout with the problem on it, basically we invest in 2 projects, P1, P2, (cash flow given in a table), and an annual CD. The problem is doing this for three years. He goes along, explaining how to set up the problem and everything. After he's done explaining, he asks for questions. These questions are asked one right after another. &lt;br /&gt;Question 1: Why isn't the interest earned in CD1 appearing in Year 3? "Its annually, the CD has matured, and the money is spent in year 2." Fine, some people may not know what a CD is...pretty surprising for a class filled with econ people.&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: What does P1 stand for? Well jesus fucking christ, he went through the whole entire problem, and you DO NOT know what the variable P1 stands for? How do you stand ANY chance at understanding the problem if you don't even know what P1 stands for? &lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Can you explain again why there's no interest payment in year 3 from CD 1? &lt;br /&gt;All three questions are asked by 3 different people. I am fucking struggling in this class. I pay attention in lecture, I understand what he's talking about. How the hell are these people even surviving this class? Am I missing something here? I get the lecture material cause its in simple terms...his homework is like wtf where did this come from? That and homework is due, AND THEN he covers the material on the homework. Oh well...those students amaze me..asking htose questions and surviving in this class..&lt;br /&gt;Now a GOOD question asked...at the beginning of class: "Can you go over some problems from homework 2" "No, ask me in office hours or discussion" "But I feel like I don't know what i'm doing and I'm blindly guessing" "go to office hours or discussion to get your questions answered". Asshole answer? But of course. Butttt...lecture is for covering material. Hard professor...Keep up, or fail. Always liked a challenge...but somehow, I don't think I can win this one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5507391807407728909?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5507391807407728909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5507391807407728909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5507391807407728909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5507391807407728909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-beautiful-questions.html' title='More beautiful questions'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8548632277452416589</id><published>2008-01-20T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:15:39.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh...</title><content type='html'>Something my friend showed me...Wow...hahha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Awful Truth About Filipinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Score:0)&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous Coward on 01:28 PM July 1st, 2001 JST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we've all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have&lt;br /&gt;begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive&lt;br /&gt;involvment in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities&lt;br /&gt;all filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis.You can see this clearly by&lt;br /&gt;studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1: Origins of Pinoys/Pinays: Are they really asian?&lt;br /&gt;Well we've come to accept the fact the filipinos come from a part of the&lt;br /&gt;world known as South East Asia. But the term "Asia" is used in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;You may notice that contemporary filipino americans try very hard to associate&lt;br /&gt;themselves with groups that we know asasian. I cannot count the number of times&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a 'Third World' Filipino try to connect themselves to the Chinese&lt;br /&gt;or Japanese people. There is no connection and here's why. The Philippines is a&lt;br /&gt;Third World country. Nothing respectable has EVER been created by filipino&lt;br /&gt;people during our entire human history. Young filipino men in america have&lt;br /&gt;become obsessed with "import racing". They have an enormously perverted&lt;br /&gt;affection for Japanese cars. It's a common phenomenon. In their minds, these&lt;br /&gt;filipinos somehow, believe that they are asian and that it somehow connects&lt;br /&gt;them to japanese people and japanese cars. They often take credit for the&lt;br /&gt;ingenuity of Japanese people and say how it's an "asian thing". This&lt;br /&gt;term..."asian thing" derived directly from African American slang "black&lt;br /&gt;thang". "It's a black thang." "It's an asian thang." You can see the&lt;br /&gt;connection. It's even funnier that, in Japan, Filipinos are heavily&lt;br /&gt;discriminated against. The only filipinos that can live successfully in Japan&lt;br /&gt;are the filipino prostitutes. But that's the case for most filipino people no&lt;br /&gt;matter where they live in the world.Now we've come down to this fact...and it&lt;br /&gt;is a fact. Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as asian. They have no&lt;br /&gt;architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is in ANY way,asian.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the great countries in Asia such as Japan, Korea, and China there&lt;br /&gt;is no way you can possibly connect the Philippine Islands. This assault by&lt;br /&gt;filipino americans to connect themselves with the great, peoples of North East&lt;br /&gt;Asia is foul and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2: Young Filipino Americans: The Disease of Society.&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself and go to any young filipino's website or chatroom, and&lt;br /&gt;you will be able to see kind of attitude that's stinking up america! Some&lt;br /&gt;things you might see: Dialouge such as the following (taken directly from a&lt;br /&gt;chatroom in IRC): (please keep in mind that most people in these chatrooms are&lt;br /&gt;young filipinos between the ages of(13-25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AznGuRLie: Wzzup EvErYbOdY!!! RhEiNa IsH In Da HoUsE!&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: Her name is Asian Girly. This young woman obviously thinks she is&lt;br /&gt;somehow asian, but we'll adress that later. She's simply saying that she has&lt;br /&gt;arrived in the chatroom but she's saying it in the most immature, ghetto, and&lt;br /&gt;baby-type way possible. I'm suprised she said "Rheina is in the house" rather&lt;br /&gt;than just "Rheina in the house".But notice how she spelled the word "is" as&lt;br /&gt;"ish". The way a baby would pronounce it. The AlTeRnAtiNG CaPiTaLs is also&lt;br /&gt;very common.)&lt;br /&gt;AzNRacr_X: SuP Wit U RhEinA GuRL???&lt;br /&gt;(A filipino male...he's obsessed with japanese cars and masturbates frequently&lt;br /&gt;to Japanese Porno Cartoons, known as 'Hentai'. His response, is based on the&lt;br /&gt;fact he listens to way too much Puff Daddy and thinks that he's some type of&lt;br /&gt;"Player". Player is a concept invented by Black Americans. It simply means that&lt;br /&gt;a young man has good luck with women. A "Player" often has sex with numerous&lt;br /&gt;females and has more than one girlfriend at a time according to the Black&lt;br /&gt;defenition. If the, filipinos have a different definition for this term I'm&lt;br /&gt;not sure. But I think if you apply this term to a filipino male it usually&lt;br /&gt;describes a young man who tries to have sex with girls by meeting them on the&lt;br /&gt;internet. He, may or may not be successful in accomplishing this, but it just&lt;br /&gt;shows the, LOW LEVEL on which filipinos operate and conduct themselves. What's&lt;br /&gt;most interesting about this conversation so far is that it could be easily&lt;br /&gt;mistaken for two African americans speaking to each other. There's nothing&lt;br /&gt;distinctly 'asian' in this dialouge and it certianly doesn't reflect the level&lt;br /&gt;of respect and intlelligence you find when Japanese or Chinese people relate to&lt;br /&gt;each other in their own language!)&lt;br /&gt;AznGuRLie: NuttiN. WhErEsh RoNeLiA???? ShE At Yo HoUsE???&lt;br /&gt;AzNRacr_X: NaW GuRL...ShE At HeR CoUsiN's HoUsE.&lt;br /&gt;PiNOY_PLaYR: She at mah houze suckin' on mah dick foo!&lt;br /&gt;(Another filipino male has just joined the conversation! If you can call it a&lt;br /&gt;conversation. At this point it just seems alot like baby talk.)&lt;br /&gt;AznGuRLie: Heheheheheheh YoU WiSh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Notice how this young woman accepts this disgusting statement and even has a&lt;br /&gt;laugh about it. I think we're finding out how low these people really are.)&lt;br /&gt;AzNRacr_X: ShUT yo MouTH lil foo!!!! Or I ShuT iT Fo U!&lt;br /&gt;PiNOY_PLaYR: Where u at muthafucka?? I beat yo lil punk azz!&lt;br /&gt;AzNRacr_X: My CRiB iz 619!! What u GoNNA Do Foo????&lt;br /&gt;PiNOY_PLaYR: I gunna beat yo lil azz...afta yo gurl finishez suckin&lt;br /&gt;on, mah NUTZ!! UWAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHhhahahaahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;AznGuRLie: Hehheheheh NoW BoyZ WhY U fiGhtin LiKE tHaT?? U kNoW cAn, suCK u&lt;br /&gt;boTH!! LiL RhEiNA wAnTz 2 pLaY 2!!!!!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;(This scum level of human interaction is not only disgusting and offensive, but&lt;br /&gt;pathetic as well. And there's alot more than this going, on in chatrooms all&lt;br /&gt;over the internet every hour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try visiting a young filipino's web site too. You'll see something&lt;br /&gt;called the "Asian IRC Ring". It has to do with the chatrooms. The most horrible&lt;br /&gt;thing about this is that these TRASHY people are trying to associate themselves&lt;br /&gt;with Asia again!! People in Asia don't act like, this at all. What we are&lt;br /&gt;seeing here is the natural filipino in it's element with full access to&lt;br /&gt;technologyand this is how they act! You will consistently see this behavior&lt;br /&gt;over and over again. Another interesting thing is that these "thirdworld"&lt;br /&gt;people also frequent IRC chatrooms such as #chinese #japan and #asian. They&lt;br /&gt;must believe that they are some how related racially or culturally to North&lt;br /&gt;Asians. But it's completely WRONG! There might have been some distant contact&lt;br /&gt;with China and even less with Japan during World War II, but these people are&lt;br /&gt;actually more closely related to african americans and mexican americans. Do&lt;br /&gt;the parents of these young filipinos know what's going on? Would they accept&lt;br /&gt;this? I believe that they would and do. This is the natural "Trash" element&lt;br /&gt;in filipinos manifesting itself. Nothing good has ever come from Philippines&lt;br /&gt;and I don't believe anything good ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3: The Conclusion: Recogonizing your Roots ( A Message to&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos)&lt;br /&gt;To all filipino people:&lt;br /&gt;Please recognize yoour ROOTS! You come from the the Third World! Your&lt;br /&gt;country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most people there live in poverty!&lt;br /&gt;Your culture has MUCH MORE SPANISH influence than chinese, and absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE influence whatsoever. People in Japan and China, do not act like you.&lt;br /&gt;They do not constantly talk about sex and they have a MUCH HIGHER level of&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT for each other. There is NO WAY that you can connect yourself to Asia&lt;br /&gt;other than location. Your culture and technological advancement does not even&lt;br /&gt;come CLOSE to what Chinese, people have done in the past and what Japanese and&lt;br /&gt;Korean people are doing now! Everything you do is distinctly filipino. You&lt;br /&gt;cannot take credit for Japanese cars, video games, or Hentai! It's not an&lt;br /&gt;"asian thing" it's, an "american thing". You have no concept of culture..no&lt;br /&gt;concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy! Can you demonstrate how you use&lt;br /&gt;Confucianism or Taoism in you everyday, life?? You can't. And you will NEVER be&lt;br /&gt;able to.I understand that you are trying to create an identity for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;as young people...but it is NOT related to Asia. Your Identity is Filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8548632277452416589?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8548632277452416589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8548632277452416589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8548632277452416589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8548632277452416589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/harsh.html' title='Harsh...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5865443027709945160</id><published>2008-01-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:47:37.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rants about crying babies</title><content type='html'>Ate lunch at a crowded asian restaurant...Lots of little kids in there for some reason..and behind us, there was like a 4 or 5 year old kid...crying his heart out. If you were 2, I MIGHT understand you crying excessively and your parents not doing anything...but when you're FOUR? come on now...Couldn't understand what the kid was crying about, heard him say "i don't want people looking at me" Hey genius child, if you didn't cry, people wouldn't look at you. But..not my main point. WHY DIDN'T THE PARENTS DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. The mother was babying the child, trying to give the child attention. Wrong...Don't give the damn child attention, its what it wants. Its gonna learn all it has to do is cry and it'll get whatever it wants. NO BIIIITCH. Crying in a public place usually landed me in the bathroom with a spanking. I walked out quiet. These days if that happened, 50 parents would be on the phone calling the police, saying I was abused. No no no, I was being taught a lesson...Don't create a commotion in public, you're ruining other people's time. And most importantly, you don't always get what you want. Crying won't do shit about it, so don't even bother crying about it. Stupid kids. I'm going to be one hard ass parent if the time ever comes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5865443027709945160?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5865443027709945160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5865443027709945160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5865443027709945160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5865443027709945160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-rants-about-crying-babies.html' title='More Rants about crying babies'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2568574596669674185</id><published>2008-01-19T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:40:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence...</title><content type='html'>Some people really lack it...or maybe its common sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In of of the two most notorious classes in Man. Econ.. I am taking one...155. This class well deserves its title of challenging, as I am working my ass off, reading the book, and even going to office hours...a first in my three years at Davis. Since it is a core class, everyone has to take it...and it truly amaze me the type of people that get into Davis. How did they do it? Or is Davis really that shitty of a school...Example time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor puts up a SAMPLE problem mind you. He simply says before he starts working, I'm just going to give you the constraints to simplify the process. He writes two equations on the board and draws two separate vectors. After he explains the question, someone raises their hand. "Umm...how do you draw a vector when you don't know the coordinates?" His answer: its given, its part of the problem, something along the lines of..You are told the god damn information you just asked me. After this genius question, another person has the nerve to ask..." How do you know how long the vectors should be?" Jesus fucking christ, did you NOT just listen to the question beforehand? Man...the look on the professors face was amazing...and his answer? "Can someone please help this poor man out?" Davis truly needs more professors like this...Yes, ask questions. But please ask RELEVANT, INTELLIGENT questions. And if you ask stupid questions, I will embarass you. Jesus christ if these questions continued, I wouldn't be surprised if someone asked "How did you get the equation 5x1 +3x2 = 12" (which is the sample equation that was given)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2568574596669674185?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2568574596669674185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2568574596669674185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2568574596669674185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2568574596669674185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/intelligence.html' title='Intelligence...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3820799536083095936</id><published>2008-01-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:07:07.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>Ambulance, firetruck, 3x cop cars. 1 guy down on a stretcher, with a bike on the sidewalk. Never thought I'd see a biker or pedestrian actually on the road because someone hit him.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to imagine a 3000lb moving object hit you. The amount of force the poor guy feels must be tremendous... F= Ma. Draw and label a force diagram of the forces acting on the car. Evil physics days...Poor guy, hopes he pulls through. Do drive safe people...its foggy as hell in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I found my phone in the front lawn. No, I was not drunk. Apparently it slipped out while I was trying to get into my car...thank god for this obnoxious high pitched "normal" ring tone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3820799536083095936?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3820799536083095936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3820799536083095936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3820799536083095936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3820799536083095936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4069126121673054102</id><published>2008-01-10T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:42:25.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Bitches...</title><content type='html'>"Can you write bigger please?" Some girl asked this intellectually stimulating question 15 minutes into class. This same girl decides to sit in the VERY LAST row of the classroom, with her...boyfriend? friend? Some asian kid that wore a hat size too big and had a frat sweatshirt on. I guess we're showing off the asian fraternity, but black people style. I think he's kinda confused. Who knows. After asking such a brilliant question, the girl's cell phone goes off. Excellent student! As you can see, she has really put her heart and soul into this class. After chatting it up with her friend, who has now fallen asleep, she is moving her stylus around on her phone, doing who knows what on her ever popular smart phone. She must be really important and organized (but not organized enough to silence her phone, or maybe she's too important to silence her phone). And so now...I ask you the million dollar question. Why did you ask the professor to write bigger if you were not going to pay attention in the first place? I mean yea, you copied notes. But hey, even I can copy notes and I sleep in class. If you know you can't see, sit your blind ass in the front. This ain't the civil rights movement where non white people have to sit in the back. There are seats that are closer to the board that still allow you to accomplish the things you did in class. So please...spare us of your questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4069126121673054102?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4069126121673054102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4069126121673054102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4069126121673054102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4069126121673054102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/dumb-bitches.html' title='Dumb Bitches...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2053962732888909440</id><published>2008-01-08T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:10:55.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Daniel Chia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2053962732888909440?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2053962732888909440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2053962732888909440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2053962732888909440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2053962732888909440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-daniel-chia.html' title=''/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7286788663161350179</id><published>2008-01-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:52:30.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Ironically, the part bashing the US way of handling things is somewhat true, blaming gaming companies for making games too violent instead of blaming the parents who need to learn how to raise children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing a schoolyard fight, a 17-year-old boy in Beijing recently covered a classmate with gasoline and lit him on fire, claiming he "had lost himself in World of Warcraft and when he committed the crime he had transformed into a Fire Mage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has been sentenced to 8 years in prison and ordered to pay the victim and his family a restitution of 760,000 RMB (approximately $103,140 USD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the recent "Mortal Kombat killings," we"re hesitant to believe the claims of any youth who says they have been influenced by a video game into violence. In this case, though, we believe him simply because China lacks our American legal system that allows people to claim "games made me do it," and subsequently shift all blame to the game"s creators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this crime is both shocking and bizarre, we have to applaud the Chinese officials for offering a sane punishment as response. Had this occurred here in the United States, the blame would have landed squarely on Blizzard, and a multi-million dollar lawsuit followed by a governmental inquiry into the evils of World of Warcraft (possibly helmed by Tipper Gore) wouldn"t be at all surprising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7286788663161350179?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7286788663161350179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7286788663161350179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7286788663161350179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7286788663161350179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/haahaha.html' title='HAAHAHA'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8848152261176078445</id><published>2008-01-05T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:29:35.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain, come my way?</title><content type='html'>No longer fearful of rainy day or wet road driving. New tires handle like a champ. No more hydroplaning when I try to accelerate! But now...I am even more pissed off at slow drivers in the rain. 30mph on a straigh road...come on now! Rainy day driving is more dangerous, if you're scared, don't drive, or fucking move out the way when someone behind you obviously wants to get ahead...because although bigger tires means more grip...it also means my tiny little breaks need slightly more stopping distance now, booo. No pics of rims yet because 1.) car is dirty 2.) its raining and I don't like getting wet *sarcasm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8848152261176078445?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8848152261176078445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8848152261176078445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8848152261176078445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8848152261176078445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-rain-come-my-way.html' title='Rain rain, come my way?'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8848754031022373947</id><published>2008-01-03T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:46:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8GlZHs6kYs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8GlZHs6kYs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I tried to play this off just listening to notes...I don't have perfect pitch, and had a very failed attempt to learn it while on the Spain tour...Haha, I used to be obsessed with learning the first minute or so of this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8848754031022373947?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8848754031022373947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8848754031022373947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8848754031022373947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8848754031022373947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/dang.html' title='Dang...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-9148965554345415079</id><published>2008-01-02T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:43:30.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEASER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3w9r3K3XeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rhw-mExbqVY/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3w9r3K3XeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rhw-mExbqVY/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151059897558195682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE PIC ONLY. rest posted tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-9148965554345415079?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9148965554345415079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=9148965554345415079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9148965554345415079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9148965554345415079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/teaser.html' title='TEASER'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3w9r3K3XeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rhw-mExbqVY/s72-c/DSC00272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5337650130293033295</id><published>2008-01-02T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:02:08.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Driving</title><content type='html'>I HATE being a chill driver...Was driving home from Evergreen, driving nice, minding my own business. This fucking nigger in a 4runner decides to be an asshole and cut me off. So...fuck you, don't cut me off, trying to take advantage cause I'm in a corolla? Start tailing, and swerving behind this guy. Eventually go into the bike lane to turn right towards my house, and the guy has the fucking balls to honk at me. I swear...Don't be mad you thought you picked on a peaceful driver...And in the slight chance he reads this, your bitch wearing the doo-rag riding shotgun was broke as hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5337650130293033295?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5337650130293033295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5337650130293033295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5337650130293033295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5337650130293033295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2008/01/chill-driving.html' title='Chill Driving'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-6223763378616709729</id><published>2007-12-31T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:11:10.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year from HK!</title><content type='html'>As my visit to Hong Kong draws to an end, I'm finally beginning to adapt to the lifestyle here, and I'm returning to the US. When all is said and done, I would not visit HK again, definitely would visit taiwan again. But I will say this...I'll miss HK. Maybe not a whole lot, but it was definitely fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-6223763378616709729?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6223763378616709729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=6223763378616709729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6223763378616709729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6223763378616709729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-from-hk.html' title='Happy New Year from HK!'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4249024552696273729</id><published>2007-12-30T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:37:38.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3d03nK3XcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/giXR9qoJQEk/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3d03nK3XcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/giXR9qoJQEk/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149713197677632962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3d03nK3XdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qAqfK6dkJe8/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3d03nK3XdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qAqfK6dkJe8/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149713197677632978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I eat or order these? No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4249024552696273729?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4249024552696273729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4249024552696273729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4249024552696273729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4249024552696273729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/yummy-foods.html' title='Yummy Foods'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3d03nK3XcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/giXR9qoJQEk/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2575074150259077050</id><published>2007-12-30T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:17:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty cars</title><content type='html'>4th Floor of the 101 Tower in Taipei... Say hello to your new owner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwBXK3XQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R-0Du-ptDN4/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwBXK3XQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R-0Du-ptDN4/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149707867623218434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwB3K3XRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7yhIDsbi_dI/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwB3K3XRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7yhIDsbi_dI/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149707876213153042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwCHK3XSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b24DxiU4E-Q/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwCHK3XSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b24DxiU4E-Q/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149707880508120354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwCXK3XTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5b_eWR37GiA/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwCXK3XTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5b_eWR37GiA/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149707884803087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2575074150259077050?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2575074150259077050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2575074150259077050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2575074150259077050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2575074150259077050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/pretty-pretty-cars.html' title='Pretty Pretty cars'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3dwBXK3XQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R-0Du-ptDN4/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5456630589731505900</id><published>2007-12-30T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:06:24.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>Number 1: Asian people can't drive. Its not that they can't drive...they just drive in a retarded manner. Why? because people in the asian countries, HK and Taiwan for the ones I've been to, drive like maniacs. They cut people off, squeeze into tiny ass spaces, almost people, hit motorcycles and keep driving, block intersections...the list goes on. Its no wonder asian people can't drive in america. They try to use the same shit here, and it just doesn't work. And if you think I'm an aggressive or scary driver...Lets just say, I was scared for my life 8/10 times I was in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Asian people are always late. Somewhat true. I hate being late. But...people here in Asia...they don't care.Heard stories where people had to catch a plane, a driver was offering to do it. 8 seater, 5 people get on. The van doesnt drive...why? because the van hasn't filled up all 8 seats yet. Seems we all live on different schedules, and do not wish to to go by other peoples at all...&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Asian kids are well behaved. WRONG. HOLY SHIT AM I WRONG. Saw an asian boy riding on the bottom of a luggage cart, pushing it along by walking on his feet. Saw a girl running circles around her parents. I know if I did either of these two things when I was a kid, I'd get yelled at, or "taken to the bathroom" for a beating. What's wrong with parents these days? BEAT YOUR CHILDREN. Not excessively, but beat them so they don't act like bloody idiots in public. We're soon gonna lose our quiet, reserved asian kid status...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5456630589731505900?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5456630589731505900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5456630589731505900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5456630589731505900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5456630589731505900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/asian-stereotypes.html' title='Asian Stereotypes'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4062724270213495459</id><published>2007-12-28T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T06:47:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>They were BLASTING DMX on the streets of taipei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw a ferrari driving down the street too. Holy crap, a ferrari in Taiwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4062724270213495459?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4062724270213495459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4062724270213495459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4062724270213495459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4062724270213495459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-957327715564921524</id><published>2007-12-28T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T03:37:42.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearances</title><content type='html'>"Never judge a book by its cover" Probably THE worst statement I have ever heard. First impressions play a bigger role than most people will believe. Appearances don't matter, its all about personality. First of all, this statement is somewhat true, and a lot false. Appearances DO matter. Would you give a homeless guy/girl the time of day as a simple conversation? No. Would you give the hot guy/girl a shot at conversation? Of course. (unless your significant other is around...unless you're swingers). And Personality....probably the hardest thing to see/judge/understand.&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible to tell whether a person is showing his true personality. First impressions are probably a display of best behavior and personality traits, that is if you're smart. Giving people a good first impression will give you so much more leeway when push comes to shove, and you'll get so many more vouches. But you never know when that nice personality wears off...Human beings are ruthless creatures, taking advantage when they can. It may seem like people just give and give...but everyone has a breaking point, where mr nice guy, or miss nice girl is no more. Or sometimes the person has taken/leeched enough, has found a new host, and needs to break off. Yea..vile creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have no faith in the goodness of humanity? No, I do. But if you're looking for trust, you have to earn it. Can trust be re-earned? No. Why should I trust you when you've already lied to me before? I learned this over the past summer. Boy was I naive to think a person that breaks trust wouldn't break it again. I mean...if you break it once, why wouldn't they break it again? The first time is always the hardest... Yea, just like sex for people that made that connection (hey...gotta add some type of laugh in such a....serious? for lack of my vocabulary, post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-957327715564921524?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/957327715564921524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=957327715564921524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/957327715564921524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/957327715564921524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/appearances.html' title='Appearances'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3970054341890760789</id><published>2007-12-26T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:29:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Pics</title><content type='html'>Crappy pictures from my 3.2 megapixel camera...Don't mind the D2 stuff...&lt;br /&gt;http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a109/aybyman/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3970054341890760789?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3970054341890760789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3970054341890760789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3970054341890760789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3970054341890760789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/shitty-pics.html' title='Shitty Pics'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7933352759663597495</id><published>2007-12-26T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:13:37.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3M0aHK3XPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O-qnbvgyeG0/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3M0aHK3XPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O-qnbvgyeG0/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148516422220471538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's a star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7933352759663597495?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7933352759663597495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7933352759663597495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7933352759663597495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7933352759663597495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R3M0aHK3XPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O-qnbvgyeG0/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5657396612642558129</id><published>2007-12-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:01:44.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong...1st part done</title><content type='html'>Well...aside from being crowded, HK isn't too bad. I wish there was more to do besides shopping. Everytime we go out, its like we're ants marching in a line. Hundreds of people cramped in tight streets. I never would have thought walking would be faster than driving, but thats the case. Taipei now for 3 days, then back to HK. I think I've done enough shopping to last a life time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5657396612642558129?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5657396612642558129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5657396612642558129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5657396612642558129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5657396612642558129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/hong-kong1st-part-done.html' title='Hong Kong...1st part done'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5297333866512634748</id><published>2007-12-23T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:27:55.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea...</title><content type='html'>An incident occurred in a supermarket recently, when the following was witnessed:&lt;br /&gt;A Muslim woman dressed in a Burkha (A black gown &amp; face mask) was standing&lt;br /&gt;with her shopping in a queue at the checkout. When it was her turn to be served, and&lt;br /&gt;as she reached the cashier, she made a loud remark about the English Flag lapel pin,&lt;br /&gt;which the female cashier was wearing on her blouse. The cashier reached up and&lt;br /&gt;touched the pin and said, "Yes, I always wear it proudly. My son serves abroad with&lt;br /&gt;the forces and I wear it for him". The Muslim woman then asked the cashier when&lt;br /&gt;she was going to stop bombing and killing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi.&lt;br /&gt;At that point, a Gentleman standing in the queue stepped forward, and interrupted with&lt;br /&gt;a calm and gentle voice, and said to the Iraqi woman: "Excuse me, but hundreds of&lt;br /&gt;thousands of men and women, just like this ladies son have fought and sacrificed their&lt;br /&gt;lives so that people just like YOU can stand here, in England, which is MY country&lt;br /&gt;and allow you to blatantly accuse an innocent check-out cashier of bombing&lt;br /&gt;YOUR countrymen". "It is my belief that if you were allowed to be as&lt;br /&gt;outspoken as that in Iraq, which you claim to be YOUR country, then we&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't need to be fighting there today". "However - now that you have&lt;br /&gt;learned how to speak out and criticise the English people who have afforded&lt;br /&gt;you the protection of MY country, I will gladly pay the cost of a ticket to help&lt;br /&gt;you pay your way back to Iraq". "When you get there, and if you manage to&lt;br /&gt;survive for being as outspoken as what you are here in England, then you&lt;br /&gt;should be able to help straighten out the mess which YOUR Iraqi countrymen&lt;br /&gt;have got you into in the first place, which appears to be the reason that you&lt;br /&gt;have come to MY country to avoid." Apparently the queue cheered and&lt;br /&gt;applauded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5297333866512634748?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5297333866512634748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5297333866512634748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5297333866512634748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5297333866512634748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/yea.html' title='Yea...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2102775547946381991</id><published>2007-12-23T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:46:06.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post x=100 = Hong Kong Day  0-1</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8AM, got on a plane, and was up for the entire 14 hour flight. I've never eaten so many airplane peanuts/pretzels/snacks or watched so many movies in day...Lets ssee, movies that I remember: Shoot em up, Mulan, The Invasion, half of Stardust, Full Metal Jacket, A Few Good Men, an episode of House and Everybody Hates Chris..and that's all I can remember...but there were a lot more. After the flight, checked into hotel. Hella nice hotel...ordered Lamb shanks, and my mom got pasta with half a lobster...all paid for by work. Jet lag sucks...went to bed 9PM HK time, woke up 3AM, then 4AM...Yup, so I averaged 4 hours of sleep a night...More adventures later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2102775547946381991?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2102775547946381991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2102775547946381991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2102775547946381991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2102775547946381991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-x100-hong-kong-day-0-1.html' title='Post x=100 = Hong Kong Day  0-1'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7718415151339052999</id><published>2007-12-21T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:49:25.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post (x+1)=100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v54/166/48/1068270086/n1068270086_30008088_3355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v54/166/48/1068270086/n1068270086_30008088_3355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This speaks for itself...click the picture to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the hardest thing to believe is that many people don't care for our flag flying. So my message to those of you that could care less about the United States: Go back to your own damn country if you're going to bash it, trash it, or quash it and stop using the US for its resources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7718415151339052999?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7718415151339052999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7718415151339052999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7718415151339052999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7718415151339052999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-x1100.html' title='Post (x+1)=100'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3690481337265567997</id><published>2007-12-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:09:23.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor then, Poorer Now</title><content type='html'>I thought I was poor 3 days ago. But NOPE. I am DEFINITELY poorer now... But I had expected it...there won't be anymore major expenses for a long time...so I should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a crazy accident on 280 North...car with its hood smashed to shit. 3+CHP, 2+ fire trucks and an ambulance carrying a guy away on a stretcher. Such a terrible sight to see around the holidays, but that's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3690481337265567997?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3690481337265567997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3690481337265567997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3690481337265567997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3690481337265567997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/poor-then-poorer-now.html' title='Poor then, Poorer Now'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8738971902593647372</id><published>2007-12-17T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:43:00.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be POOR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wheeldb.com/images/5zigen-Gallery-FN01RC-S2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wheeldb.com/images/5zigen-Gallery-FN01RC-S2000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wheeldb.com/images/5zigen-Gallery-FN01RC-WRX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wheeldb.com/images/5zigen-Gallery-FN01RC-WRX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...Those are my new rims...740 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;Spending plan to make up for dropping 1300...&lt;br /&gt;Spending only the 450 I get from ROTC. 60 bucks a month on gas cause I drive back to SJ so much..That leaves me with 390, about 20-30 for PGE, so that means 360 a month. 12 bucks a day...thats TOTALLY doable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8738971902593647372?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8738971902593647372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8738971902593647372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8738971902593647372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8738971902593647372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-to-be-poor.html' title='I&apos;m going to be POOR.'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3410250978928186363</id><published>2007-12-17T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:17:48.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros/Cons of Rims</title><content type='html'>Maybe this will help me make a decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;High Price (est. $1300 for rims+tires): 1300, most likely coming from ING mutual funds that have not yield any growth for the month or two that I have held them. Might as well spend it right...? I mean, I'm a lot better off than my brother was as a college student, and he bought an Omega which was 1200...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;Sexy rims = Sexier Car&lt;br /&gt;Better tires= better traction...No more worrying about my tires slipping out on me during rain, or on my spirited driving moments.&lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of the aesthetic beauty of my lowered car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only live once right? And I'm a college student, finances should not be something I should worry about...as one of my friends said..."your a chia, finances shouldn't be a problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status 80/20-&gt; Leaning towards YES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3410250978928186363?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3410250978928186363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3410250978928186363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3410250978928186363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3410250978928186363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/proscons-of-rims.html' title='Pros/Cons of Rims'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7583359348892234595</id><published>2007-12-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:05:44.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorty got Low low low low</title><content type='html'>Okay..not my shorty...but my car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx1f_8EjI/AAAAAAAAADM/A7phGvWktb0/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx1f_8EjI/AAAAAAAAADM/A7phGvWktb0/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065525742408242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx2f_8EkI/AAAAAAAAADU/YT65bM2v6pM/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx2f_8EkI/AAAAAAAAADU/YT65bM2v6pM/s320/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065542922277442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx2v_8ElI/AAAAAAAAADc/TBbZ0Hy-twk/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx2v_8ElI/AAAAAAAAADc/TBbZ0Hy-twk/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065547217244754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPP_8EmI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ZA9pFdoAXw/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPP_8EmI/AAAAAAAAADk/8ZA9pFdoAXw/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065968124039778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPf_8EnI/AAAAAAAAADs/MPXGZHPRqdY/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPf_8EnI/AAAAAAAAADs/MPXGZHPRqdY/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065972419007090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPv_8EoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uEsj2wzPZ5I/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2byPv_8EoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uEsj2wzPZ5I/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145065976713974402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks An for giving me a ride back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the List... 5zigen FN01R-C Rims and Potenza RE050A tires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7583359348892234595?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7583359348892234595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7583359348892234595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7583359348892234595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7583359348892234595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/shorty-got-low-low-low-low.html' title='Shorty got Low low low low'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2bx1f_8EjI/AAAAAAAAADM/A7phGvWktb0/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5302897852845462749</id><published>2007-12-16T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:27:15.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS 250: Test Drive</title><content type='html'>In one sentence: a 37,000 dollar let down. In three words: Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to drive it...would have been even better if it was the 350, but I suppose the 250 will have to do. 204hp, at 3500lbs, vs 126hp at 2500 lbs... 17lb/hp vs 19lb/hp. Not much of an improvement over my corolla. However, the IS is EXTREMELY quiet...road noise wise, which is great. But engine noise wise as well, and that is just unacceptable. I redlined the car 3 or 4 times...and I couldn't even hear the engine...I appreciate quietness, but come on, at 6000 RPM, I want to hear something, not a purr. The Sound system: Bomb-Fucking-tastic. I am incredibly jealous of Lexus sound. Can get really loud, kick hards, and best of all, DOES NOT get distorted as it gets louder. Steering...soft steering compared to other sportier cars, but stiffer steering than my car (thats pretty much a given). Didn't like the way it turned, felt like I was going to lose control sometimes..but that could be I'm not used to the car. But I must say, Lexus traction control keeps me from turning and accelerating very hard...got the car to beep at me while I was trying to do a turn...pretty cool, but also very restricting. Interior: CRAMPED for a sedan. There is less interior room than my corolla... Overall, its a wonderful car, and I would gladly own one for 29-30k..but definitely not at the 37k price... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my one car that I was really into getting is a let down, its time to go back to modding the corolla...Its being lowered tomorrow...and then maybe new kicks for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5302897852845462749?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5302897852845462749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5302897852845462749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5302897852845462749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5302897852845462749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-250-test-drive.html' title='IS 250: Test Drive'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2108710230139087449</id><published>2007-12-16T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:16:58.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Slow Drivers</title><content type='html'>http://www.9thgencorolla.com/forum/showthread.php?t=70101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be an example to you in why you SHOULD run yellow lights. Yellow doesn't mean stop. It means hurry the fuck up before oyu have to stop! "was slowing down at a yellow light, he didnt pay attention, BAM! coasted through the red light." Becaus chances are, the guy behind you is gonna try and gun it so he doesnt have to wait 30 seconds at a light! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do the world a favor, and run yellow lights. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2108710230139087449?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2108710230139087449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2108710230139087449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2108710230139087449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2108710230139087449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/attention-slow-drivers.html' title='Attention Slow Drivers'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7369986408983935290</id><published>2007-12-14T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:19:01.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I live in a warm area</title><content type='html'>Grab your shorts, sunscreen and towel people. Its gonna be a hot one out there today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NVm__8EiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FUVDBWbjsUc/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NVm__8EiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FUVDBWbjsUc/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049327890240034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NVW__8EhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hmmGvBZ8aN8/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NVW__8EhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hmmGvBZ8aN8/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144049053012333074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NUO__8EgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xPS_QPf67Kw/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NUO__8EgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xPS_QPf67Kw/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144047816061751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7369986408983935290?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7369986408983935290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7369986408983935290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7369986408983935290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7369986408983935290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/apparently-i-live-in-warm-area.html' title='Apparently I live in a warm area'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2NVm__8EiI/AAAAAAAAADE/FUVDBWbjsUc/s72-c/DSC00209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8171868667121108814</id><published>2007-12-14T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:02:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Davis PD must love me or something...Sped down Russel, hitting 5500 RPM...if its as loud as Jess tells me, I'm pretty sure the cop heard my car. 45, almost 50 in a 35 zone. I saw a cop on a bike lasering people...but he didn't do anything. BUT then I saw a squad car pull up behind me then next to me. I was like shit...I'm going to get a ticket. But nope, he just kept on driving. *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8171868667121108814?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8171868667121108814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8171868667121108814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8171868667121108814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8171868667121108814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-986740480815865015</id><published>2007-12-13T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:18:47.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom in Davis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvwAbpxxI/AAAAAAAAACs/MOrHovUDPBE/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvwAbpxxI/AAAAAAAAACs/MOrHovUDPBE/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143585488718382866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvowbpxwI/AAAAAAAAACk/_MS2FyASp_k/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvowbpxwI/AAAAAAAAACk/_MS2FyASp_k/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143585364164331266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvjQbpxvI/AAAAAAAAACc/ad4hMYshPmQ/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvjQbpxvI/AAAAAAAAACc/ad4hMYshPmQ/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143585269675050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails to entertain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-986740480815865015?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/986740480815865015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=986740480815865015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/986740480815865015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/986740480815865015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/boredom-in-davis.html' title='Boredom in Davis'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ML4Cjzjp6KI/R2GvwAbpxxI/AAAAAAAAACs/MOrHovUDPBE/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-689481256916858482</id><published>2007-12-11T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:06:21.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>"Until you start believing in yourself, you're not gonna have a life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRCpvKnJWrk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRCpvKnJWrk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEEEEESY. But the philosophy is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-689481256916858482?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/689481256916858482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=689481256916858482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/689481256916858482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/689481256916858482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8059746701535722279</id><published>2007-12-11T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:37:22.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalssss</title><content type='html'>Caffeine boosted for the next couple of days...Finals time suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8059746701535722279?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8059746701535722279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8059746701535722279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8059746701535722279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8059746701535722279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/finalssss.html' title='Finalssss'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-4975216620965857504</id><published>2007-12-10T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:11:34.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...finals</title><content type='html'>By Tuesday, I will have read 10 chapters for financial management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Tuesday and Thursday, I will have read "So you've graduated college"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Thursday and Friday, I will have read 10 pages for Operations management, and finished ROTC peer evals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-4975216620965857504?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/4975216620965857504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=4975216620965857504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4975216620965857504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/4975216620965857504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/mmmmfinals.html' title='Mmmm...finals'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1194053451508377193</id><published>2007-12-04T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:55:48.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit Time!</title><content type='html'>This song always gets me in the christmas mood. Crappy youtube video of it...but the song is great. Never in the christmas mood till I hear this song. And well, I finally heard it today. I guess its time to be nice for 21 days. Holiday cheer has officially entered my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, no updates except for songs. Nothing great to write about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI-Poq39p-c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI-Poq39p-c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1194053451508377193?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1194053451508377193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1194053451508377193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1194053451508377193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1194053451508377193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-spirit-time.html' title='Christmas Spirit Time!'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7524106795093980364</id><published>2007-12-01T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:01:27.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdf</title><content type='html'>Loud obnoxious people that talk and laugh so loud the whole restaurant can hear you need to die. Have some fucking decency. That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7524106795093980364?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7524106795093980364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7524106795093980364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7524106795093980364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7524106795093980364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/12/asdf.html' title='asdf'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-9210213131334896893</id><published>2007-11-29T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:40:20.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2aJmUPZJCs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2aJmUPZJCs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Disregard the gay background, just listening to the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn this song brings back memories...Sweet days of highschool when I was even more of a stupid fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night you call on the phone&lt;br /&gt;We talk about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you found out&lt;br /&gt;He was cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it hurts to the bone&lt;br /&gt;To trust someone that way&lt;br /&gt;To find that he was deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've always&lt;br /&gt;Just been a friend&lt;br /&gt;But if you look my way&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure you never hurt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'd cross my heart and I'd swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd only see&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you fell in love&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe&lt;br /&gt;That it was not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a secret prayer up above&lt;br /&gt;And put my heart away&lt;br /&gt;So that you could be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right now,&lt;br /&gt;You're broken in two&lt;br /&gt;But did you know my heart's been&lt;br /&gt;Broken since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'd cross my heart and I'd swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my sweetest dream&lt;br /&gt;You'd learn to put your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the thing you need is the one thing&lt;br /&gt;You can't see&lt;br /&gt;If you put your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful you and I would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I exist&lt;br /&gt;Just to promise you this&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you answer my prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'd cross my heart and I'd swear&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-9210213131334896893?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9210213131334896893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=9210213131334896893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9210213131334896893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9210213131334896893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-605079074983586425</id><published>2007-11-28T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:46:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection</title><content type='html'>3 choices in life: Be good, Get good, or give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the hidden choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The simple answer is, if you don't try, you don't fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the answer I was looking for to why I'm so lazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-605079074983586425?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/605079074983586425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=605079074983586425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/605079074983586425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/605079074983586425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/self-reflection.html' title='Self Reflection'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5993538761582786563</id><published>2007-11-28T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:25:27.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Brown Christmas</title><content type='html'>I FUCKING LOVE Charlie Brown Christmas. WHooo hooo to ABC for showing it tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisadonline.com/Clip%20Art/charlie_brown_xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lisadonline.com/Clip%20Art/charlie_brown_xmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dennyburk.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/cbrown112304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.dennyburk.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/cbrown112304.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicfromthemovies.com/contentimages/reviews/charlie_brown_christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.musicfromthemovies.com/contentimages/reviews/charlie_brown_christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5993538761582786563?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5993538761582786563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5993538761582786563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5993538761582786563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5993538761582786563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/charlie-brown-christmas.html' title='Charlie Brown Christmas'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-6260455159947652905</id><published>2007-11-26T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:03:09.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Young Generation</title><content type='html'>Ate at the DC today...at like 9 o clock at night. I swear, either I've matured too much in 2 years...or people are getting dumber and dumber as the years drag on. Food fight in the DC? Yea, I guess that's the "cool" thing to do. Stand in front of the door to the DC while you wait for the rest of your "crew" to come out of the bathroom? Blocking traffic is the new fad! Jumping up and down and screaming as you come out of the girls bathroom? What are we, in elemantry school? I guess the bathroom has cooties or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I seriously hope these freshmen are not an accurate representation of our youth. If it is...God help the human race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-6260455159947652905?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6260455159947652905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=6260455159947652905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6260455159947652905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6260455159947652905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/young-generation.html' title='The Young Generation'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-6879439812038977489</id><published>2007-11-22T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:45:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies</title><content type='html'>FUCK ALLERGIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have allergies...I wish you could experience the day in the life of someone with allergies. Then maybe you'll appreciate how lucky you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you allergies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-6879439812038977489?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/6879439812038977489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=6879439812038977489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6879439812038977489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/6879439812038977489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/allergies.html' title='Allergies'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7791655296965262035</id><published>2007-11-22T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:06:14.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I'm going to tear this holiday to pieces. Or at least the traditions that go along with it. As I glance at my buddy list, people's profiles are filled with things they are thankful for. Why do you need a holiday to make it so you guys put the things you're thankful for in your profile? If you were truly thankful, the things and people you are thankful for would know. Putting it in your profile for a week because thanksgiving is near is retarded. It should never be a one time thing to show you are thankful. It should be a constant appreciation, understanding and love. Tell people you love them. Tell them you're grateful that they are in your lives. DON'T TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED. It should never be an annual expression of thanks. So for people that feel the need to show the world they are thankful by putting it in their profiles, I honestly hope you show more thanks than annual words in your AIM profiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7791655296965262035?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7791655296965262035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7791655296965262035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7791655296965262035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7791655296965262035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8751163519977028588</id><published>2007-11-22T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:16:35.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery</title><content type='html'>I was looking at the lottery jackpot in Davis...and some random comes up to mee and asks "Its weird how people always buy the lottery when its at like 40 mil, but not when its at 7 mil, its like people think 5 dollars for 7 million isnt worth it" Its true...it doesnt make sense. But it DOES make sense when you consider all the taxes, and how much less you get when you choose to take a lump sum...who knows. But I would gladly trade in 7 dollars for 7 million. SIGN ME UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/i/images/i-am-legend-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/i/images/i-am-legend-poster-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like theres only one actor in this movie..but it looks so cool..but could be really stupid, but none of will smiths movies have been terribly bad...I wanna see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8751163519977028588?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8751163519977028588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8751163519977028588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8751163519977028588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8751163519977028588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/lottery.html' title='Lottery'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3755920953657097630</id><published>2007-11-19T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:53:12.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting read</title><content type='html'>http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2007/11/19/onthejob.DTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army National Guard Operations Officer Jorge Regan rode passenger, scanning and re-scanning the highway and the parched landscape beyond for signs of threat. Over the last year he'd learned to train his eyes on the roadside for bits of garbage and, if he was lucky enough to spot it, that telltale wire leading out. On this day he felt particularly uneasy — he didn't have his gear on, or his rifle in hand, and no machine gunner was standing in the back.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, his fiancee distracted him with conversation. They were driving up to the Bay Area from Bakersfield.&lt;br /&gt;After 16 months in Iraq with the 1114th Transportation Company, Regan's tour was up. This was the last leg of a long trip home, with stops in Kuwait, Budapest, Ireland and Texas before touching down in Bakersfield. In more ways than one, exiting the war was proving more complicated than just boarding a plane.&lt;br /&gt;"My fiancee really helped me through it — talking to me, laughing, keeping me distracted," he says of that drive north. "But if there was a lull in conversation, I'd start feeling uneasy. Thankfully there wasn't any trash on the side of the road. I don't know how I would've reacted to that. I really don't."&lt;br /&gt;That was four months ago. The weeks that followed weren't easy — "I was jumpy, and stayed indoors a lot," Regan says — but then he knew to expect a rough re-entry. Far more surprising was what might be considered the second phase of transition to life in the States: his attempt to morph from Guardsman to everyday guy with a civilian job.&lt;br /&gt;In theory, trading IEDs and perilous fuel hauls across the desert for a mellow desk job should be one of the simpler parts of coming home, right? And after bearing responsibility for the lives of over a hundred fellow humans, wouldn't procuring such a gig be a breeze? On the contrary, Regan's experience finding a more peaceful line of work at times left him wondering if life was easier in uniform. His time back in California highlights, yet again, how many hidden challenges await our returning veterans.&lt;br /&gt;In person, Regan is genial and deliberate, with an instant air of dependability. One senses service in his blood, and indeed both parents were in the military, as were both grandfathers — the only question was when Regan would enlist. He signed his ROTC papers on Sept, 10, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;Though he admits he never imagined his country going to war, he readily stepped up when it did. Upon graduating from UC Davis in 2004, he switched over to the National Guard to become a field artillery officer. By 2006, he'd been posted to the Al Asad Airbase, in Iraq's Anbar province.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than artillery, he was assigned to fuel transport. Starting as platoon leader, he became operations officer after a few months, a job that gave him direct responsibility for over 200 missions, including the successful delivery of over 2.5 million gallons of bulk fuel and 500 tons of cargo. It was one of the most dangerous jobs a person can have in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;"In November, when we lost our first soldier (Sgt. 1st Class Rudy A. Salcido), I'd just taken over as the operations officer eight days earlier," he says. "It hit me when he went by in the black body bag: This is for real. And my command put that soldier out there. I went back to my room and I cried. I was glad my roommate was out because I was a mess. I came in the next day and it was a new ball game for me. Every time I sent someone out on the road, it was somebody's father, somebody's brother, somebody's mother, somebody's sister."&lt;br /&gt;Regan was lucky enough never to encounter an IED blast, or take direct fire. He did his best to keep his personnel out of harm's way, too. It was this focus that got him through his time there, he says:&lt;br /&gt;"I could go into how it's great to serve your country and all that mumbo-jumbo, but the bottom line is I don't do it for myself, I don't do it for the country, I do it for my buddy next to me. And the soldiers who are under me, and the guys above me. That's all it's about."&lt;br /&gt;When Regan's tour concluded in July, he came home with a Bronze Star, a National Defense Service Medal and a Humanitarian Service Medal, among other distinctions. As with many vets, his feelings about the war run the gamut, buffeted by what he perceived as uninformed criticism of it back home, but also his own profoundly difficult experiences in Iraq. Still, he wanted to move forward, and "after going over the Internet backwards and forwards" those first weeks around the house, he was ready to find new employment.&lt;br /&gt;Regan assumed he'd secure a management position right away. "I felt like, I survived a year of war, I can do anything now. I figured I'd have a job within a month or a month and a half," he says.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, despite diligence with Craigslist, Monster.com, a staffing agency and a job service for vets, he couldn't seem to break into the civilian work world. To his astonishment, leading 173 soldiers through perilous missions in Iraq didn't qualify him for entry-level management positions at Bay Area companies. Though he was finally home, the experience he describes is not unlike looking for work in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;"I know what I've done and what I can do, but it's really hard to convey that to someone who's not familiar with the military," he says. "If I say to someone that I was the operations officer of a line haul and bulk fuel company in Iraq and I transported over 3 million gallons of fuel, and 265 tons of goods, and was second in command for 173 soldiers — 'OK, sounds great, but what the hell's an operations officer?'"&lt;br /&gt;He adds, "I walked in to my first interview and I'm talking about this and that, and it hit me this guy has no clue what I'm talking about. I can see the glaze come over his face."&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't just would-be employers' ignorance of the military that made things difficult.&lt;br /&gt;"My first trip to San Francisco by myself (for a job interview), I was horrible. I was nervous as hell, my eyes were darting everywhere. Some guy touched me on the shoulder and I just about turned around and punched him. I had to go to my interview and then just leave," he says.&lt;br /&gt;The irony was not lost on Regan. For over a year, he faced a kind of stress most of us will never grasp, and shouldered responsibility that dwarfs anything encountered in the average civilian career. Now the most banal disturbance could throw him off. (Back home for his two-week leave last February, he and his fiancee drove past a car parked on the side of the road, hazard lights on and hood up. "I freaked out — I tried to crawl through my window. I was just cringing, waiting for something to explode," he recalls.)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the employment search, with 15-20 applications and six or seven interviews resulting in no jobs, a more existential discomfort began to set in.&lt;br /&gt;"There is a definite feeling of loss (upon) returning," he wrote me in September. "While in Iraq, my mission was simple: Do my job and get my people home ... Now, it is a lot more amorphous ... What is my purpose? What are my goals? What am I doing? That kind of thing goes through your head as you take off the uniform and go back to your real life. You lose the sense of direction that was given to you."&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Regan isn't constitutionally capable of losing all direction. Before heading overseas, Regan had nearly been hired by an East Bay Boy Scouts office. He called as soon as he returned, but there were no openings. When he happened to phone again a while later, someone had resigned that very day. Regan was hired. "It was like the heavens opened up," he says.&lt;br /&gt;Since October, he's been a district manager for the Scouts, handling the recruiting of volunteers, members and funding. Compared with other vets — compared with non-vets, for that matter — Regan's period of unemployment wasn't terribly long. But the hurdles he encountered, in himself and in the job market, raise alarms, especially given his relative good luck in Anbar. In a sense, Regan represents the best-case scenario for our returning vets. What do his experiences augur for the 160,000-plus personnel still in Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;By all counts Regan loves the job and his colleagues, though adjusting to a non-military work structure remains trying. But however happily employed he may be, Regan's National Guard contract isn't up until January 2011. As he put it, he could still be redeployed right up till December 2010. A soldier to the core, he doesn't give many hints about his feelings about this possibility, or the war in general; he does suggest he'll be watching the 2008 election and the success of the surge with keen interest.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, everyday life has begun swelling to fill the hours. At first Regan had been overwhelmed by all the unstructured time afforded a civilian here in the States: how late he could sleep, the number of times he could rearrange the closet. (At Al Asad, he was working out by 4 a.m., and his various responsibilities would keep him up until midnight.) Now he's gotten used to the pace — and anyway there's a wedding to plan. And though his jitters still returned occasionally, he found that they'd begun to co-exist, oddly, with a pleasant new calm.&lt;br /&gt;"After a year of constant stress, I've got an interesting look on life. I used to get keyed up about small things. Now if I miss the BART train, for example, I'm fine — the person will wait for me, and if not, it wasn't meant to be," he says.&lt;br /&gt;If there was no way to adequately prepare for war, maybe there's no way to really prepare for the transition back to life in the States. "Don't beat your wife, don't commit suicide, don't drink a bunch of alcohol when you get back," Regan recalls being advised in one of many National Guard debriefing sessions. But subtler challenges awaited, he learned. Insofar as work can represent the most basic, normalizing component of daily life, a vet's struggle to trade one variety for another can mean the difference between coming back and coming home.&lt;br /&gt;To learn about how you can help veterans find meaningful employment, visit Hire a Hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3755920953657097630?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3755920953657097630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3755920953657097630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3755920953657097630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3755920953657097630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-read.html' title='Interesting read'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8903896491326943308</id><published>2007-11-18T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T10:55:51.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant x2</title><content type='html'>Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell is christmas music being played on the radio already? I remember it used to be after thanksgiving, christmas music would start. Now, a week before Thanksgiving, 96.5 is already playing Christmas music 24/7. I don't have anything against holiday music...but listening to it for over a month? That's just kinda excessive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids with I-pods&lt;br /&gt;Was at a restaurant friday night, and this family of 5 comes in. White family with the son listening to his I-pod, while the rest of the family sat there talking. What the hell is wrong with the son? Does he htink he's too cool to converse with his family? You're at a FAMILY meal and youre just listening to your I-pod, refusing to talk to anyone else. Think this is 10x worse than the kids that bring a DS into the restaurant cause at least those kids actually talk to their parents and acknowledge things...instead of sitting there, head down, headphones on and music blasting. I swear if my kid ever does that, I'm gonna take his I-pod, hit him on the head with it, throw it on the ground, step on it, and make him piece it back together. Respect your family, they've sacrificed so much for you, would it hurt to talk to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8903896491326943308?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8903896491326943308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8903896491326943308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8903896491326943308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8903896491326943308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/rant-x2.html' title='Rant x2'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-9057344551085403997</id><published>2007-11-15T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:28:58.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this song, even though its old..Applies to more than one person that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0B4GYWb-tj0&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0B4GYWb-tj0&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics and translation can be found here: http://www.learn-chinese-through-music.com/jay-chou-hei-se-mao-yi.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-9057344551085403997?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9057344551085403997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=9057344551085403997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9057344551085403997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9057344551085403997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-this-song-even-though-its-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5823607190006468354</id><published>2007-11-15T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:14:28.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands to yourself</title><content type='html'>If the girl isn't yours...don't touch her unless youre giving her a hug. If the boy ain't yours, don't go "accidently" reaching for his package. Thought it was a common sense thing...but maybe some people lack morals to keep that up...Or maybe I'm just bitter. Or maybe, car club guys are losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5823607190006468354?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5823607190006468354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5823607190006468354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5823607190006468354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5823607190006468354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/hands-to-yourself.html' title='Hands to yourself'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3603421805407018678</id><published>2007-11-13T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:56:22.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid people</title><content type='html'>Why does society feel the need to protect stupid people? I can understand handicapped people, but really, stupid people? Darwin needs to take effect SOMETIMES.Prime example...road laws are placed out there to ensure people's safety. But when the fucking light has a green arrow for a left turn, you think its a good idea to walk in the cross walk? Sadly if you do HIT this person, its the driver's fault. The driver was obeying the law, he had a green arrow. You can argue "pedestrians have right of way" Do they have right of way when there's a red hand there? I didn't think so. Yet if you brought this to court, the driver would be sued, out millions of dollars and most likely end up on the street. Same thing with crotch rockets who speed down the highway, cut through traffic and weave little circles behind cars. If that motorcyclist fell, he could easily blame it on a car and chances are, he'd get his way. I don't know why people feel like they need extra protection...&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, if I'm ever strapped for money, I'm going to be an idiot and disobey simple traffic laws because hey, I'm a pedestrian and I have right of way. Well I've got news for you...I'm in a 1 to 1.5 ton car, and physics says I have the right of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3603421805407018678?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3603421805407018678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3603421805407018678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3603421805407018678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3603421805407018678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/stupid-people.html' title='stupid people'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1356788936071907799</id><published>2007-11-08T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:42:21.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering your phone</title><content type='html'>Is it really hard to answer a cell phone? I mean people have cell phones to keep in touch right...So when someone calls, you figure, oh, someone's calling me, time to pick up the phone. Now of course there might be times when you don't want to talk to a person. But if the person calls back, you figure hey, maybe theres something important, or maybe i need to say fuck off. Fuckin A, number one pet peeve probably is not picking up the god damn phone. Maybe we should disinvent cell phones so we aren't so used to being so easily reached&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1356788936071907799?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1356788936071907799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1356788936071907799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1356788936071907799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1356788936071907799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/answering-your-phone.html' title='Answering your phone'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8522622998433508167</id><published>2007-11-07T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:02:32.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goal:</title><content type='html'>http://www.graphicpunks.com/corollasite/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 Corolla making 387whp, 314lbft torque...Mine will be an 07 corolla. HA, I'm not made out of money =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWR 1ZZ-FE Fully Built Race Engine&lt;br /&gt;Wiseco Pistons - 8.8:1 +0.5mm&lt;br /&gt;Crower Connecting Rods&lt;br /&gt;Tri-Metal Rod Bearing Set&lt;br /&gt;Tri-Metal Main Bearing Set&lt;br /&gt;MWR Valve Spring Kit&lt;br /&gt;MWR Valve Set Stainless with Black Nitride&lt;br /&gt;Crower Forced Induction Cam Set&lt;br /&gt;Moroso 6QT Aluminum Oil Pan&lt;br /&gt;Quaife Helical Limited Slip Differential&lt;br /&gt;GT3071R Turbo 1&lt;br /&gt;Tial 38mm Wastegate&lt;br /&gt;Full 3" exhaust&lt;br /&gt;MWR 630cc HN Fuel Injector Set&lt;br /&gt;MWR 255 LPH Fuel Pump&lt;br /&gt;AEM Universal Fuel Pressure Regulator&lt;br /&gt;Custom Return Line&lt;br /&gt;Hydra EMS with Wideband O2 Sensor &amp; Autotune&lt;br /&gt;GReddy Profec B Spec II&lt;br /&gt;RPS Max Street Clutch&lt;br /&gt;Fidanza Flywheel&lt;br /&gt;Greddy Type S BOV&lt;br /&gt;Misc Parts Optima Red Top Battery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8522622998433508167?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8522622998433508167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8522622998433508167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8522622998433508167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8522622998433508167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-goal.html' title='My Goal:'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2563606454484641666</id><published>2007-11-07T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:26:07.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>Saw a baby..or thingy as some people like to call them crying today. Had no idea what it was crying about, but the dad gave the baby attention, showed it something new, and the thingy shut up. Makes me wonder what was so important that the baby was crying about. Didnt seem like anything major if you show it a sun dial and it shuts up. I think babies really dont need all the attention and spoiling they get. I'd make the baby fend for its own, toughen it up physically, mentally, and emotionally, just to see how much the baby can take. Yes...it will be a Spartan child.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever have one...I'm gonna teach it not to cry, to soothe itself, and to be independent by the age of 5. If parents weren't around to baby the babies, they'd grow a lot faster and learn to do things on their own. Then, at the age of 7, I would send the baby out, so it could kill its wolf. Then it will be my baby, and I will teach it everything I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2563606454484641666?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2563606454484641666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2563606454484641666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2563606454484641666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2563606454484641666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3244094292771733668</id><published>2007-11-03T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:50:02.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On speeding</title><content type='html'>Ah ha...saw an IS300 get pulled over... Driving fast, switching in and out of lanes...served him right. I thought it was weird when I saw a light speeding up hella fast...made me wonder it was. And when it passed it me, saw it was CHP...boy did that suck for the IS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Guidelines to not getting pulled over....my experience anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe cruising speed: Keep in mind speeding is speeding, but I've found that most cops/CHP leave you alone at 75mph...I have since increased cruising speed to 80...but that seems iffy to me, Anymore than 80, you can count on being pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;Lane changes: Slowly and gracefully...sudden lane changes to cut off drivers attracts attention to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;CHP/Cop cars are hard to spot at night...Drive at slower speeds, or get a radar detector. By the time you see the cop as you pass by him, its already too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3244094292771733668?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3244094292771733668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3244094292771733668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3244094292771733668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3244094292771733668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-speeding.html' title='On speeding'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-257593847653853988</id><published>2007-10-28T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:52:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine addiction</title><content type='html'>Damn it...didn't get any caffeine today...its almost 9pm and I have homework due at noon, but I can't do it. I have zero drive, zero motivation to do anything, but sit on my ass. Its too late to get a caffeine fix, so I have no idea how I'm gonna do homework tonight...hahaha...I hate you coffee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-257593847653853988?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/257593847653853988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=257593847653853988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/257593847653853988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/257593847653853988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/caffeine-addiction.html' title='Caffeine addiction'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-532687656337488037</id><published>2007-10-27T23:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:32:48.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-Dd0VN9zm4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-Dd0VN9zm4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...saw this on someone else's blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-532687656337488037?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/532687656337488037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=532687656337488037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/532687656337488037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/532687656337488037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-5338747542298763390</id><published>2007-10-27T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:00:04.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>Thinking about Personal Finance class...and the youtube video the professor showed us...http://youtube.com/watch?v=2nPqJl8tWn0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable quotes include: &lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who tells you that the money is the root of all evil, doesn't fucking have any"&lt;br /&gt;"They say that money can't buy happiness, look at the fucking smile on my face, ear to ear baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true..money makes the world go round. And to the argument that says money can't buy love? Oh believe me, it buys love. Girls jump all over loaded guys. Simply for a piece of that money pie that they crave. Yes, its the other way around too, where guys will jump all over a girl with money, but guys usually jump all over girls anyway. And sure, you might not say its "true" love because she's in love with his money. But guess what, according to the State and the IRS, you two would be married, and according to ceremony, they love each other, AND the person being taken advantage of believe the other one loves him/her...so in a sense, yes, money buys love. &lt;br /&gt;Am I hoarding all the money I can? Probably, but I also know not to be a stingy bastard with it. Financial advisors always say hey, if you skipped out on that cup of starbucks everyday, thats 150 extra dollars you could invest. Honestly, yea, its more money. But wtf is money good for if you can't have fun with it? If I don't go on vacation, I can invest that money and get more. No point in investing if you don't have a goal in mind. Let's face it, life would be boring without SPENDING money. Hoarding money is all fine and dandy, but really now, let's not be stingy. Give a little, and you might just get a little more back. Because no matter how great money is, its still not the best thing in the world. BUT, it DOES buy you happiness and love, so don't give me that crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-5338747542298763390?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/5338747542298763390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=5338747542298763390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5338747542298763390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/5338747542298763390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2663184077674411337</id><published>2007-10-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:18:04.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>No interesting posts for awhile. Nothing worth mentioning has happened..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2663184077674411337?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2663184077674411337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2663184077674411337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2663184077674411337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2663184077674411337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-688055102179684712</id><published>2007-10-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:31:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Advice</title><content type='html'>Fuck people that stand in the middle of walkways. Its annoying. You block traffic. Get out of the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're seeking advice, take it to heart. Don't ask for advice if you aren't going to bother listening, or even considering it. Why waste your time and other people's time if you're gonna ask for advice and then go right on ahead doing the same shit that you were doing before you asked for advice. you just wasted the other guy's air, time, and brain cells listening to your crap problem and trying to formulate a solution for you. Yea, its harsh, but if you're gonna do your own thing, don't bother wasting time asking other people for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-688055102179684712?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/688055102179684712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=688055102179684712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/688055102179684712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/688055102179684712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-advice.html' title='On Advice'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8694149188148128483</id><published>2007-10-22T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:52:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>Back from FTX yesterday. Was a lot better than the last two years..so much more active.  FLRC, repelling, Day/Night Land Nav, and BRM. Had maybe 15 minutes of downtime in all, whereas we had like 798012347318904132984 hours the past two years. Did okay in everything, and somewhat tired...but I'm not sleeping in to make up lost sleep. Guess I got more than I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate land nav. Daytime isn't as bad since I actually know where the hell I'm going...but night time is fucking ridiculous. I cannot see anything at night and points are ridiculously hard. But there is one thing that's great about night land nav. Its relaxing as hell. We had so much time to find our points, pretty cool to just take a slow pace, and take time to look up at the sky. So many stars... Really is quite pretty, and its great to take your mind off things and let everything go in your head. I should go out and do it more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8694149188148128483?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8694149188148128483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8694149188148128483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8694149188148128483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8694149188148128483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1589871685162764491</id><published>2007-10-17T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:53:10.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>Lived it. Learn it. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling on what has happened won't do anything for you. Take the past as it is. Learn from your mistakes, remember your strengths, and just move on. No point getting mad about things that have already occured. Learned that this past year. No matter how mad you get about a person's past, its exactly that, the past. Look forward to the things that are going on now and what could happen in the future. But, let's take a more HONEST approach to life. Things that have happened will always be with us, no matter how hard we try to forget. It'll be an itch, but if you know whats good for you, learn to ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1589871685162764491?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1589871685162764491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1589871685162764491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1589871685162764491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1589871685162764491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-908352152145885386</id><published>2007-10-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:29:54.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God damn it</title><content type='html'>Paper- Due Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Card- Due Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;171A Hw- Due Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Memorize 3 cadences- By Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Pack Ruck for FTX- by wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-908352152145885386?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/908352152145885386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=908352152145885386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/908352152145885386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/908352152145885386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-damn-it.html' title='God damn it'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-9042413382408836038</id><published>2007-10-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:52:43.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PT Punishment</title><content type='html'>Man, I hope I never miss PT again. My nostrils burned with the smell of brass-o the rest of the day and my hands still smelled like the shit after 4 washings. Totally setting 2 alarms now...Polishing flag bases is not fun...not fun at all. Mmmm...brass-o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-9042413382408836038?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/9042413382408836038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=9042413382408836038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9042413382408836038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/9042413382408836038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/pt-punishment.html' title='PT Punishment'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-2182147793185018131</id><published>2007-10-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:21:32.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spirited driving</title><content type='html'>Haven't done this awhile. Drove anywhere from 75-90 today, passing cars. Quite fun...had a crotch rocket following the paths that I was making to pass people...AND I passed a Ferrari... Hail the mighty N/A 1ZZ-Fe that passed a ferrari on the highway! And now I know why I don't use 100% of my focus on anything...its too draining. Drove back to SJ 100% focused since it was raining like hell..felt pretty tired the whole drive. Then today, drove back pretty focuses cause of the spirited driving, and now I'm tired again. 100% effort takes too much work...But the results that come out of it...All worth it (every once in awhile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-2182147793185018131?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/2182147793185018131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=2182147793185018131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2182147793185018131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/2182147793185018131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/spirited-driving.html' title='spirited driving'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8559960775731938134</id><published>2007-10-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:28:08.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>Curse this bloody cough/stuff nose. I was thinking its just my body reacting to caffeine, but I think I may actually be getting sick...Fucking Closson...you just infected the whole house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8559960775731938134?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8559960775731938134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8559960775731938134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8559960775731938134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8559960775731938134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-1498897370948342103</id><published>2007-10-12T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:22:25.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Drivers</title><content type='html'>I swear, California drivers are complete morons when it comes to driving in the rain. Driving home from lab, there was a fucking line to exit the parking the structure. Why? Because some cars would refuse to leave the parking structure until they waited 30 seconds to make sure the coast was clear. I mean i understand that visibility is decreased, but really, people usually dont even bother stopping at the stop sign. Now, just because visibility is reduced by 10 or 20 feet, people all of a sudden become blind and gutless and refuse to drive anywhere above 10mph.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its the same on highways too. The fast lane was going about 60 mph today. I can understand reduced speeds, but to drive at 65 in the fast lane? I mean come on...increase the distance, but keep the same speed, its not very hard...Oy, I would gladly teach a class on driving if someone taught me how to park...and how to avoid walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-1498897370948342103?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/1498897370948342103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=1498897370948342103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1498897370948342103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/1498897370948342103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/rainy-day-drivers.html' title='Rainy Day Drivers'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-31464214224303972</id><published>2007-10-10T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:19:19.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On farting, shitting and other things girls don't do</title><content type='html'>I've said it once, and I'll say it again. GIRLS DO NOT FART OR POO. Burping I have come to accept..too many girls I know do it. But farting and shitting? Impossible. Girls are so....for lack of a better word, pretty. I CANNOT imagine a girl sitting on the toilet, and letting out long,short, thick, brown,black or whatever types of shits people have. It just doesn't happen. How can something so pretty let something so disgusting out of their bodies. Same goes for farting...if girls fart, its not loud, nor does it smell. I find it impossible to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in response...its not a romance thing, ITS THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it defies all the knowledge i know, but its still nice to pretend that girls dont do any of those things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-31464214224303972?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/31464214224303972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=31464214224303972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/31464214224303972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/31464214224303972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-farting-shitting-and-other-things.html' title='On farting, shitting and other things girls don&apos;t do'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-3480405277238624699</id><published>2007-10-10T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:09:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College kids and nice cars</title><content type='html'>Been noticing this around campus, but there are more and more kids with nice cars. Just today, parked next to an M3 and a E350. First of all, who the hell drives those cars to SCHOOL. And second of all, whats a college student doing with those cars. I mean its cool your parents are loaded. But really, why the hell would you spoil the children like that. You'd think it'd be more important to teach them the lifelong lessons of saving, investing, budgeting. But no, lets spoil them with nice cars, and fancy clothing just because mommy and daddy have money. I have trouble justifying spending more than 20 or 25k on a car. How the hell do you just buy a college kid a 30k+ car. Sure, a small 1% of the students may have actually earned their car. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just jealous... Or maybe I think its impractical to give kids a 30,000 dollar award for "getting into college". Hell, I wouldn't even get a kid that for graduating college. It amazes me how lucky some people are...Count your blessings folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-3480405277238624699?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/3480405277238624699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=3480405277238624699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3480405277238624699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/3480405277238624699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/college-kids-and-nice-cars.html' title='College kids and nice cars'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-8208980417496804511</id><published>2007-10-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:41:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official...</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to caffeine. I tried to go today without caffeine. Took a nap after counseling, woke up to a very plesant phone call...but could not stay awake. Ending up going to starbucks for a grande Pumpkin Spice Frap, which I must say, is not anywhere near as good as Cinnamon Dolce Frap. So...I guess I need caffeine everyday. And its not cause of the sleep, its cause my body feels retardly slow and lazy without that extra kick of sugar, fat, and a lowered threshold energy... On that note, here's a "health" thing about caffeine.. &lt;br /&gt;Caffeine does not give you energy. It stimulates your nervous system and adrenals. That's not energy, that's stress. Imagine going to a bank for a loan. The loan officer agrees to your loan. But as you leave the bank you notice the fine print - the loan has to be repaid at 75% interest! The 'energy' that you think you get from caffeine is really just a loan from the adrenals and liver, and the interest you have to pay is very high.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I will say I notice this, especially when I worked during the summer. Caffeine and energy drinks cause me to crash 4 or 5 hours later, which is why I drank 2 cups of coffee at work, one in the morning and one after lunch. These days, I've been taking in enough caffeine to last me the whole day. This could be bad later on...but I'm already pretty addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny event of the day: Went into the Quarterly ROTC counseling..and a note about my grades: You had a 3.5 Spring Quarter 06, why couldn't you get anywhere near that your sophmore year...When did you get a girlfriend? "After freshmen year, sir" Oh, well there you have it. You're not studying on the road, and I sure as hell know you aren't studying in San Jose. Hahaha, I thought that was pretty funny... Somewhat true too. I went back a lot last year, and didn't get much of anything done. *shrugs* This year is make up year. Hey, its kinda like high school. History DOES repeat itself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-8208980417496804511?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/8208980417496804511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=8208980417496804511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8208980417496804511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/8208980417496804511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-official.html' title='Its Official...'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676951135366109593.post-7679570096115908796</id><published>2007-10-07T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:16:29.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FAST lane</title><content type='html'>Once again people...I see this every time I drive to and from Davis, on the 2 lane part of 680, and most parts of 680.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre in the fast lane, and theres a long line of cars behind you, and you have space in front of you...you are wrong. You need to speed up, or change OUT of the fast lane. Yes, if the highway is a 2 lane one...the left lane is still a fast lane. Get out if people want to pass...otherwise you force them to be dangerous and cut you off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness cracks me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676951135366109593-7679570096115908796?l=mistuhchia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/feeds/7679570096115908796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676951135366109593&amp;postID=7679570096115908796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7679570096115908796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676951135366109593/posts/default/7679570096115908796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistuhchia.blogspot.com/2007/10/fast-lane.html' title='The FAST lane'/><author><name>Chia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08032076330918243544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
