<?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-5858699</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:26:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheeznit...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-113057489237720370</id><published>2005-10-29T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:34:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swad Squat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/113057489237720370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/113057489237720370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113057489237720370' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112879031735845520</id><published>2005-10-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:51:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush is actually the very last messenger of god. Heh. I seriously will not ever believe that. He somehow claims that indirectly laa. He claims that god asked him to invade Iraq and Afghanistan. Cool eh. He's the very last unless there is a more junior bush ah. Funny laa he. Who'd imagine bush waging holy war. Tell him something. God never love the starters of war.
I quit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112879031735845520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112879031735845520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112879031735845520' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112750029919696396</id><published>2005-09-24T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:31:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading a certain blog, i wondered what could make me very happy. What really is happiness and what could be my eternal bliss? Nothing comes to mind right away. Whatever i think of now, i reflected on my faith. Am i allowed to do such stuffs? Am i allowed to do such stuffs just to have eternal bliss? I know my religion well enough to know what's allowed and what's not. I know why im living </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112750029919696396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112750029919696396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112750029919696396' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112697791471989481</id><published>2005-09-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:25:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A 3rd blogger got charged for posting racist remarks on his blog. It was his views. But was he too straightforward, just didn't have any limit or is he just trying to provoke his readers? We'll never know. What we know is he tested the limits and he got what he got. Racism has always been a problem everywhere. Can it be solved? I seriously don't know. With Singapore allowing free speech and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112697791471989481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112697791471989481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112697791471989481' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112646118156750494</id><published>2005-09-12T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:53:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, for the past 2 months or so, I have been taking the mrt almost every day. And I see alot of different antics being displayed while waiting for the train, on the train and alighting from the train. The coolest(well actually not co cool) one I saw while on board the train is when group of aunties board the train. It happens all the time and I bet most of you have seen it. The group of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112646118156750494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112646118156750494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112646118156750494' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112565589223643823</id><published>2005-09-02T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:11:32.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the government and the education board did a small or rather big mistake when planning and later implementing the now Singapore education system. They created a racial wall. What am i talking about? Im talking about the studying of second languages. When there's second language classes in school(ok, confirm got laa), automatically if your malay, you take malay language and if your chinese</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112565589223643823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112565589223643823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112565589223643823' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112516261254877226</id><published>2005-08-28T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:10:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone know of an animal that starts with the letter 'N'? Other than the naked mole-rat of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112516261254877226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112516261254877226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112516261254877226' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112464730319666795</id><published>2005-08-22T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:11:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty Persuasion and The 40-year-old Virgin. Both must watch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112464730319666795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112464730319666795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112464730319666795' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112464677434562248</id><published>2005-08-22T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T02:05:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend asked me and I quote, "how come the world revolves ard money eh?" I don't wanna quote what i replied to her, because after awhile of thinking, my answer seemed stupid. Heh. What else can the world revolve around? Nothing else comes close to money except maybe us people. Because of us the world revolves around money. Money is a very powerful object. It can buy you love for sure. All those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112464677434562248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112464677434562248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112464677434562248' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112407066457774282</id><published>2005-08-15T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:51:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The season starts with Fever Pitch. Let is be Les Blues again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112407066457774282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112407066457774282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112407066457774282' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112395609507365634</id><published>2005-08-14T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T02:06:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was chatting to this indonesian guy on the msn and i think he doesnt speak english, so i was trying to figure all his Bahasa Indonesia sentences and boy it's un-understandable. Hearing them speak is hard enough to understand but reading their words typed out on the msn window is way harder. Chim chim chim. Auntie, twa sau chian?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112395609507365634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112395609507365634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112395609507365634' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112366885421958883</id><published>2005-08-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T18:16:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Computer games can cause heart failure. Believe it or not, it led one South Korean to his death after playing computer games at a cybercafe for 50 hours. The cause of his death is heart failure. He never left his seat only to the toilet and short naps on a makeshift bed. The moral of the story is not to be so hardcore and forget the basics of life. He's soul'll be wishing for his parents to burnt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112366885421958883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112366885421958883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112366885421958883' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112331647675979713</id><published>2005-08-06T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:21:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone dislike eating ice-cream? Im thinking its the only food that no one dislikes. You may not like a certain or a couple of flavours, but its hard to know that someone doesnt like ice-cream at all. How can it be believable to not like ice-cream at all. Afterall its ice-cream for goodness sake. I personally have no interest in trying the durian ice-cream. Thinking again, it's actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112331647675979713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112331647675979713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112331647675979713' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112313508216625732</id><published>2005-08-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:58:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have come out with a projection of the 4 semi-finalist in the champions league this season. With very deep thought, research, calculations using moch's law and factors like phsycological, consistency and etc, no Italian team would be in the last four. The last four will be, Barcelona, Chelsea, Man Utd and Real Madrid. We'll wait and see. This is not a bet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112313508216625732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112313508216625732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112313508216625732' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112247817552858112</id><published>2005-07-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:29:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The time has come for you.  Goodbye my Love.  I will miss you.  A lot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112247817552858112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112247817552858112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112247817552858112' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112205221339542759</id><published>2005-07-23T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:10:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is now a war zone. The enemy: the public. It has been occuring too often and too many lives has been taken away. All because of? No one may know the accurate answer. With politics involve, the public will never know who is right and who is wrong. When was it that settling a problem meant sitting down and talk, always referring to 'let's sit and talk like adults. No use fighting'. Like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112205221339542759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112205221339542759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112205221339542759' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112040603499777855</id><published>2005-07-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:53:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A busy period. Very.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112040603499777855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112040603499777855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040603499777855' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-112015436292900929</id><published>2005-07-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:43:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life is so fucking good I can taste it in my spit". "My name? If I told you that, you'd be as clever as me". Those 2 quotes came from the same movie and by the same character. A bloody brilliant movie. If you still don't know which movie i'm talking about then you probably missed it. Wanted to do something but decided not to. Seriously I can taste life in my spit now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112015436292900929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/112015436292900929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112015436292900929' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111985826382245555</id><published>2005-06-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:44:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long wait.
A very, very long wait.
Some thoughts erased.
All because of the very long wait.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111985826382245555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111985826382245555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111985826382245555' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111917343019763711</id><published>2005-06-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:30:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me one week. Change is necesasary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111917343019763711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111917343019763711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111917343019763711' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111831778173502818</id><published>2005-06-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:51:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It had to clash and that had to happen and also that and that too. Damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111831778173502818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111831778173502818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111831778173502818' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111762091517590765</id><published>2005-06-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T18:15:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some quotes.
Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. 
Helen Keller (1880 - 1968)

Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory. 
Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)

The wisest men follow their own direction. 
Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC)

Keep true to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111762091517590765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111762091517590765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111762091517590765' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111691820856085481</id><published>2005-05-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:03:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh bloody hell!!..the world's full of racist people. People who shout out that they are racist, people who keep it to themselves, people who act not to be when they are one and people who don't even realise that they're one. What's in a name? You tell me. Why does it matter so much that im not Chinese. Or that im Indian. Will it be different if im a Caucasian? And why does it matter what our skin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111691820856085481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111691820856085481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111691820856085481' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111666870385960512</id><published>2005-05-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:45:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PASSION. With it comes the drive to succeed. With drive comes results. All you ever need to succeed is passion. When you really like doing something, you devote a lot of time to doing it. It is the strong desire for certain activity, object or concept that will lead you to success without you realising it. In the wise words of Master Yoda, "Passion leads to desire which leads to 'thedrive to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111666870385960512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111666870385960512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111666870385960512' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111575970232829406</id><published>2005-05-11T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T05:15:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think people dont listen well when they eat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111575970232829406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111575970232829406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111575970232829406' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111522356865825048</id><published>2005-05-05T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:19:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae.Here's FOR ONLINE SELLERS or EBAY AND YAHOO AUCTIONS users. If you get a very good high offer for whatever you are auctioning (mostly shoes and handphones) from people who do no bid on your auction, then be careful. They could be conmen. High chances they are con men, if they claim to be from the states or UK and ask you to send the item to Nigeria saying he has a shop there and all. If he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111522356865825048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111522356865825048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522356865825048' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111505334745015676</id><published>2005-05-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:02:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do human change? Why do some of your friends change?Do you think you've changed?Well, the truth is everybody change. It's just whether we change a lot or drastically in a short span of time, or we change slowly in a long period of time. You change or some of you just don't notice your change. Some change for the good some change for the worst. Some change willingly, while some change through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111505334745015676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111505334745015676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505334745015676' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111505209309540902</id><published>2005-05-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:41:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's do a minute of silent for Dr. Wee Kim Wee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111505209309540902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111505209309540902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505209309540902' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111410722620581760</id><published>2005-04-22T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T02:14:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt of something that is so close yet so far? Something you can just grab it but you cant. Something right smack in your face but you cant see it. I think everyone have felt it before. The solution is always nowhere to be found. Do we look hard enough for the solution or do we just take what we already have or what we get from others? Why do we not put all our energy and effort </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111410722620581760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111410722620581760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111410722620581760' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111385500877937893</id><published>2005-04-19T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:10:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Singapore that boring?Is Singapore that boring that we need a casino resort to make us more attractive?Maybe we are.Why do we dream of going to New York, Paris and London?There's no casinos there.What is there that makes it so attractive that we dream of wisiting those places one day?What is the difference between those major cities and Singapore?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111385500877937893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111385500877937893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111385500877937893' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111375134150227168</id><published>2005-04-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:22:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I quote from Ivana,"Driving a lambourghini gallardo is 
almost like having sex".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111375134150227168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111375134150227168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111375134150227168' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111285580859889673</id><published>2005-04-07T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:36:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are not having a good time whenever you defecate, it could be because ure using american-made toilet bowls. Clueless? Go read on at the website.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111285580859889673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111285580859889673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111285580859889673' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111272629476586364</id><published>2005-04-06T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T02:38:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the most dangerous living thing a man can hunt down? A tiger? A poisonous cobra? An eagle? How about hunting down another man? A man hunting another man. Could it be that hard to hunt down another man. Give two man a gun and the same amount of bullets and put dem at opposite end. Would it be easier then to hunt down a tiger? Definitely. B'cos a tiger could not react the same way as a man(a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111272629476586364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111272629476586364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272629476586364' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-111220672170818694</id><published>2005-03-31T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T02:18:41.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's with my pics
Darn.
I think i need a revamp.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111220672170818694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/111220672170818694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111220672170818694' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110843950736591889</id><published>2005-02-15T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T11:51:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People change.It's just the way it is.Accept it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110843950736591889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110843950736591889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110843950736591889' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110715169828166083</id><published>2005-01-31T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:11:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay...so valentine's here...You need flowers for your loved ones..come order from myAphrodite. Charges are on the website.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110715169828166083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110715169828166083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110715169828166083' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110673406109742510</id><published>2005-01-26T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:07:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learn about human habits with Stephen R. Covey. Visit him at FranklinCovey. Here are the primary human endowments:-self-awareness or self-knowledge,
-imagination and conscience,-volition or will power.Secondary human endowments:-an abundance mentality,-courage and consideration,-creativity.The seventh endowment is self-renewal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110673406109742510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110673406109742510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110673406109742510' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110465204658075124</id><published>2005-01-02T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:47:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its time we fill up Kallang Stadium again
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110465204658075124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110465204658075124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110465204658075124' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110406913240955868</id><published>2004-12-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:52:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got myself a new Hi-Fi..and its no mini...
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110406913240955868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110406913240955868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406913240955868' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110319113631145725</id><published>2004-12-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:03:11.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picture yourself being picture A in picture B.


Picture A


Picture B
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110319113631145725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110319113631145725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110319113631145725' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-110033317468853691</id><published>2004-11-13T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:22:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Born Mohammed Abdel-Raouf Arafat As Qudwa al-Hussaein in Jerusalem-Palestine, Yasser Arafat has received countless awards for his peace progression, namely Felix Houphouet Boigny peace prize and Laureate Nobel Peace Prize. I just respect the man. Maybe for his will and strength to stand up for his right, for his people and to have a firm opinion in which he believes in. The world has lost a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110033317468853691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/110033317468853691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110033317468853691' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109976918334503603</id><published>2004-11-07T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:26:23.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is your birthday day 16 of the month?
Your Life
You always follow the good and the right instead
of listening to your heart.
Another word, you are a perfectionist. You care for
every word people say
about you. You often seen isolated while you are,
by nature, curious and a
dreamer who is ready to get over the edge to
make
your dream comes true.
Your Love
You often fall in love with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109976918334503603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109976918334503603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109976918334503603' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109889606701366715</id><published>2004-10-28T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T01:00:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got this from a forum:
Nathalia Edenmont is a Ukranian-born artist whose work, which includes parts of dead animals she has killed herself, is on display in the Wetterling Gallery in Sweden. You can view the work here
(there is no blood, but you may be disturbed.) Be sure to also check out the gallery's statement in defense of it's support of Edenmont here. 
I consider it as art.Do you?Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109889606701366715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109889606701366715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889606701366715' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109836058471689988</id><published>2004-10-21T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:09:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gurmit:Who's your Fav idol?
Dick:Florence!(aaww....)
Florence:Dick!!(aaww...)
Douglas O:Me, myself, I.
Ken Lim:Everybody is.
Oh!!What crap.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109836058471689988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109836058471689988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836058471689988' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109796394336985264</id><published>2004-10-17T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T05:59:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time = Money</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109796394336985264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109796394336985264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109796394336985264' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109748183872088276</id><published>2004-10-11T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:03:58.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIP - Christopher Reeve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109748183872088276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109748183872088276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748183872088276' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109734684262351511</id><published>2004-10-10T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:34:02.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
He is still among us. In different forms that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109734684262351511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109734684262351511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109734684262351511' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109659367679276104</id><published>2004-10-01T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T09:21:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what?
The sims is cool.
Cm4 again.
Broke.
Still myspace.
Man Utd sucks.
Arsenal sucks.
Any other club other than Chelsea sucks.
Punk'd is back.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109659367679276104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109659367679276104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109659367679276104' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109581836982922060</id><published>2004-09-22T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T09:59:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A split personality is a psychiatric disorder that causes the sufferer's personality to divide into sub personalities, also known as alters.The alters have their own memory, and don't know of each other's existence.The development of multiple personality syndrome(MPS) is usuallly caused of severe abuse.Split personality is more of identity disorder rather than personality disorder.MPS is very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109581836982922060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109581836982922060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109581836982922060' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109513067439306546</id><published>2004-09-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:03:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy seems to be part of the Singaporean way of life.But recently, that has not been the case.It shows that the government's method of promoting courtesy with campaigns and all doesn't help everyone.The rude comments of you know who isnt what we were looking forward to.We are ignorant of the people around of us.I take the bus everyday to school.I go everywhere by bus.And sometimes im late for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109513067439306546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109513067439306546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109513067439306546' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109462275992598586</id><published>2004-09-08T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:43:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word came from the streets...

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109462275992598586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109462275992598586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109462275992598586' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109420115740287300</id><published>2004-09-03T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T16:45:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything will come to an end one day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109420115740287300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109420115740287300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420115740287300' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109341005778811839</id><published>2004-08-25T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T13:00:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not a perfect person.Lights go out and I can't be saved.Making my way downtown.It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange.Are we living in a dream world?Hope, dangles on a string.Young buck in the game.I know you think that I shouldn't still love you.We might kiss when we are alone.Pack it up, pack it in.I pulled into Nashville, Tennessee.I got my first real six-string.Games, changes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109341005778811839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109341005778811839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109341005778811839' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109310327474535527</id><published>2004-08-21T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T23:47:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Few reasons why i think Singapore athletes can't win any medals in the Olympics and any other major event.
1)The professionalism isnt there.
2)The facilites are nothing compared to other countries.
3)The coaches, well, they are not good enough.
4)The attitude of winnnig isnt there.
5)No suppport from our own Singaporeans.Always having the mentality that Singapore cannot win anything.
6)Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109310327474535527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109310327474535527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310327474535527' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109246097441993096</id><published>2004-08-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:22:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoo - bas - tank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109246097441993096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109246097441993096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109246097441993096' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109221548680409843</id><published>2004-08-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:09:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You guys can now access this webbie---&gt;IDOL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109221548680409843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109221548680409843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109221548680409843' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109204660372483648</id><published>2004-08-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T18:16:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

The five vibrant brushstrokes spread outwards, like rays from a rising sun, signalling the beginning of a "NEW SINGAPORE". The multi-coloured brushstrokes add vibrancy and diversity thus indicating the uniqueness of individual Singaporeans. They also remind us of traditional calligraphy representing our country's past and heritage.Its energetic bold strokes symbolise the notion of "CREATIVITY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109204660372483648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109204660372483648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204660372483648' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109142353053591198</id><published>2004-08-02T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:15:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What has been going on around the world has caused a lot of mix reactions.To some the Iraq war has ended, to others it has just begun.Democrats around the world are pitting themselves against each other.The rich and poor gap seems to be widening more and more.More insane people are running around the world.More deaths and killings.Cars can now move oil-less.It seems that in most comic books, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109142353053591198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109142353053591198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109142353053591198' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109115184378567006</id><published>2004-07-30T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T09:44:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STATUS: Framed
Full Name: Hussein (m0ch4ch0s@hotmail.com)
 Gender: Male 
Birthdate: 1 January 2001
 First Crush: Hafiz 
Biggest Crush: Muhsin
 Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes 
Boyfriend/girlfriend's Name: Peter North
 Current status of your relationship:I wanna marry him/her 
Ever had sex in your life? Yes Porn Sites/Movies: Yes
 How many times do you masturbate in a week?More </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109115184378567006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109115184378567006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109115184378567006' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109106662344992281</id><published>2004-07-29T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T10:03:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you like to do quizzes so much you should do this... http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1091061123cxm
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109106662344992281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109106662344992281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109106662344992281' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-109055360899523754</id><published>2004-07-23T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:33:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colour Dilemma.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109055360899523754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/109055360899523754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109055360899523754' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108965385217180996</id><published>2004-07-13T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T09:45:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
If you want to get any one of these, feel free to contact me for them..Im selling them.Prices range in size.Im dead serious and don't start calling me to disturb me.Contact me at 97108664.For a clearer view go to---&gt; musixrox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108965385217180996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108965385217180996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108965385217180996' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108930052030271944</id><published>2004-07-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:17:30.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Courtesy of Ikhwan(Eeeks!!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108930052030271944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108930052030271944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930052030271944' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108930043996130189</id><published>2004-07-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:27:19.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More new pics under Pictures...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108930043996130189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108930043996130189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930043996130189' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108903321605755596</id><published>2004-07-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:13:36.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108903321605755596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108903321605755596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903321605755596' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108878416773693319</id><published>2004-07-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T00:02:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marlon Brando has died at age 80.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108878416773693319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108878416773693319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878416773693319' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108878048749050802</id><published>2004-07-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T23:01:27.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Companies are controlled by robots to be more efficient.Houses are cleaned by robots.Sports are played by robots.The president is a robot.Everything is controlled by computers/robots.What is left there for man to do.No want needs to work, no more students cos no more school b'cos there's no more need for a workforce(everything taken care by robots).Everyone doesn't need to work.Robots take care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108878048749050802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108878048749050802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878048749050802' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108807841536589622</id><published>2004-06-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T20:04:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is the United States of America/President George W. Bush practising double standards.Thomas D Robinson, an American living in Singapore agrees.Quoted:"As an American, I am ashamed of my government's actions in Iraq".I believe the U.S/President Bush has an ulterior motive, which is to get oil(Iraq has lots and N.Korea none).Why not attack N.Korea now.It has admitted it has weapons of mass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108807841536589622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108807841536589622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108807841536589622' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108748133240657029</id><published>2004-06-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:44:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Quote:
La vie c'est triste si je m'habille mal-which means life is sad if I/you/we dressed badly.The quote is in french.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108748133240657029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108748133240657029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748133240657029' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108671952998168288</id><published>2004-06-09T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T02:36:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Manson has enough balls to express himself the way he deem fits. The same question i pose to u again "Do u?"

Its the same way with gays and lesbians and transexuals these days. Would u condemn them just because they desired for the same genitals that they themself have?"-flea of http://musixrox.blogspot.com 


Okae..i get u..protecting your fav musician,but to the extreme of comparing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108671952998168288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108671952998168288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108671952998168288' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108662876197470733</id><published>2004-06-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:19:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what makes your day?what can make your day great?honestly,I don't have the answer.And I'm searching for it.If I know the answer,i'll be doing it everyday just to make my day great.Do you noe the answer?I bet you don't.Cos there's always a bad hair day.For me that's everyday.You see,things can just go from great to good to bad to worse in a matter of minutes.Say your having a great time at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108662876197470733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108662876197470733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108662876197470733' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108566875850004000</id><published>2004-05-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:39:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scheeznit oit mochachos.
Scheeznit oit Zehnder.
Scheeznit oit kins Mena.
Scheeznit oit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108566875850004000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108566875850004000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108566875850004000' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108540820857830700</id><published>2004-05-24T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:40:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess wad?!?!?I have downloaded the whole episodes of season 1 of THE O.C.Argh!?!?This is so addictive...im obssesed..O.C. is so addictive....I can't wait for season 2 man...argh!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108540820857830700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108540820857830700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540820857830700' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108523328823025623</id><published>2004-05-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T21:41:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>India has a new prime minister.And he is the first non-hindu prime minister of India.

News Update.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108523328823025623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108523328823025623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108523328823025623' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108374854915911515</id><published>2004-05-05T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T17:22:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My painting is visible images which conceal nothing; they evoke mystery and, indeed, when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable."


Rene Magritte. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108374854915911515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108374854915911515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374854915911515' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108127452832629681</id><published>2004-04-07T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T02:05:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyones a freak.Even if your the coolest guy in town,or the most popular girl in school,or the butt of jokes among your friends.Im a freak.Your a freak.Everyones a freak.Everyone is different.I may see you as a cool person but in someone else's eyes, your a freak.Your not cool.It's good to be different.It makes others tell you apart from the rest.You stand out.Im a freak in my way, your a freak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108127452832629681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108127452832629681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127452832629681' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108049435429097029</id><published>2004-03-29T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T01:22:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth.Sometimes it's better said.Sometimes not.But it's always best to let it out instead of keeping it to yourself and feeling bad at the same moment.It depends on individuals.Trust someone,you tell.Don't trust,you seal your lips.Trust the wrong person,your blame for it.Hiding the truth always lead to telling of white lies.To say that white lies are bad,its not so.But to say its good,its not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108049435429097029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108049435429097029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049435429097029' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-108012547812883320</id><published>2004-03-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:57:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have something to say?Have a new idea?Think your better than him/her?Have a solution?What do you need to do?Voice it out.You pluck up that courage hidden in you and voice it out.Be vocal.Keeping quiet gets you nowhere.Don't be too soft.Be brave.Stand up and have your say.Don't let anyone stop you or hang over you.Don't be covered and helpless.Be the first person to stand.Be the leader.You'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108012547812883320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/108012547812883320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012547812883320' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107936090491223226</id><published>2004-03-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:31:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart.That's what a whole lot of us,human beings are lacking these days.Yes.Im talking about the thing that goes 'lup dup lup dup'.The one that keeps you alive.The heart,the one thing that separate us from animals(other than we have bigger brains).We as human beings,known for being loving and compassionate.But we've not been showing it and the difference between animals and us grows thin.Soon,if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107936090491223226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107936090491223226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107936090491223226' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107866771291626302</id><published>2004-03-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:58:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something wrong with the bloody pics...i'll correct it tmr or something...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107866771291626302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107866771291626302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866771291626302' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107866211337935016</id><published>2004-03-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:45:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got pictures!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107866211337935016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107866211337935016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866211337935016' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107840112382820108</id><published>2004-03-04T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:58:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A colorologist is a person who helps people in understanding the influence colour has on them and people surrounding them. I just got this from a website.It reflects a lot.Read on.

Yellow-Eye-Catching and Cheerful.Wear Yellow if you want to inspire creativity and optimism.

Navy Blue-Trustworthy and Conservative.Wear Navy Blue when your are making presentations or want to inspire confidence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107840112382820108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107840112382820108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840112382820108' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107795577875022420</id><published>2004-02-28T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T16:12:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Rhythm and blues had a baby and somebody named it rock and roll,"said Little Richard.Born in Georgia,Little Richard-the originator, the emancipator, the architect of rock and roll.He singlehandedly laid the foundation and established the rules for a new musical form: rock and roll.His songs were all hits and they still are.Sadly,his dad never got to see the success his son produced.Little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107795577875022420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107795577875022420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107795577875022420' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107751220272733972</id><published>2004-02-23T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:59:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throw your keys away.You throw your keys.Now you can't open doors.Doors to a new surrounding,new place,new area,new world,new life.You need to change.Change for the better.I can't help you.You need to help yourself.The time has come.It's now or never.Start searching and don't stop.Search for that inner strength that will help you.Search deep.Forget the past,slow down the present and think for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107751220272733972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107751220272733972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751220272733972' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107612557299913577</id><published>2004-02-07T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T11:48:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having an ambition?It's about time.For everyone that is,even though you've had one,you need to have more.You need to have it, in order to get anything done.But how do you stand the presumption of it all? You know, the "Who the hell am I to think I can do anything worthwhile?" question.By worthwhile, of course, I mean in the absolute sense — an impossible standard if ever there was one. And it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107612557299913577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107612557299913577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612557299913577' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107579850635771845</id><published>2004-02-03T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:57:24.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT WAS FREE-CLUMS DAY YESTERDAY....which is a monday.And from now on....every monday will be FREE-CLUMS day.It all started when i was preparing to go to town.I was rushing my meal(which was mee tomato)b'cos apiz was already waiting for me under my void deck.After i finished it,i realised polka dots from spillage of gravy were on my white bermudas and red t-shirt.Imagine the agony i was in,with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107579850635771845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107579850635771845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579850635771845' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107517428089663760</id><published>2004-01-27T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T11:33:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone interested in going to Bangalore,India for a youth expedition project.Check it out.Im interested so tell me if you are too...CLICK HERE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107517428089663760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107517428089663760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517428089663760' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107340511367688585</id><published>2004-01-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:32:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who is successful in life?Everyone can be successful right.That's my thought and i surely think everyone can.Being successful in life can be different in everyone's eyes.One might think that being successful could be when someone is very rich or owns a big car.Another might think that when someone has a happy family and a great career,he/she is successful.Another might think that you should have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107340511367688585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107340511367688585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340511367688585' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107297395483202678</id><published>2004-01-02T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T00:19:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if we as human beings can speak the animal language?
That would be so cool.Then i'll be having animals as friends.Imagine going to school and studying the animal language.I think going to the zoo would be way cooler.No more animals in cage,all of them free and chatting with humans.hahha...that's so cool.Imagine going to town with your friend,the gorilla.Imagine having pizza with it.Imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107297395483202678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107297395483202678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297395483202678' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107285753454213703</id><published>2003-12-31T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T15:59:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New year's resolution....You wanna hear them..
1)Do some things.
2)Get some things.
3)Give some things.
4)Show some things.
5)Do a tell-a-story at the library for the kids.
6)Upgrade.
7)Move on.
8)Improvise.
9)Bangkok.
10)A pink G.
okae i think that's all...i'll stop there.
Just wishing all of you to wish for better new year's resolution and a happy new year.
Goodbye 2003 and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107285753454213703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107285753454213703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285753454213703' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107271444187621608</id><published>2003-12-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T00:14:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha...jokes of today!!!..hahaha...all just made up..some are very lame actually most...
1)What hotel likes to riot?
Ans:Marriot Hotel.
2)What animals can talk?
Ans:All animals can't talk.
3)What studio always say thank you?
Ans:Tangs Studio.
4)What ice catches people?
Ans:Pol-ice.
5)What bus doesn't move?
Ans:Bus stop.
6)What tortoise run?
Ans:Tortoises don't run.
7)Who's always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107271444187621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107271444187621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107271444187621608' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107254443504881567</id><published>2003-12-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:00:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why have a real relationship when you can fall for a stranger?...

Why have a real relationship when you can fall for a stranger?How do you know he/she is the one?How do you know he/she is the perfect match for you?How do you separate crushes and true love?Just like in the movie Serendipity which means 'lucky accident' or meeting something interesting or valuable by chance.John Cusack and Kate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107254443504881567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107254443504881567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107254443504881567' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107243464588961167</id><published>2003-12-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T18:31:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is in Versaille, France.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107243464588961167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107243464588961167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243464588961167' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107243368091447002</id><published>2003-12-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T18:16:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you think of armed sky marshals on Singapore-Australia flights?
1)Makes me feel safer from terrorists
2)Wish they were on all flights to and from Singapore
3)I don't mind but do they have to carry guns?
4)Not sure

Everyone should choose none of the above.Why?Because it's just crazy.Why do we need it.Its already like a military airfield with the armed marshals walking around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107243368091447002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107243368091447002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243368091447002' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107159431133155786</id><published>2003-12-17T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:05:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a very Dumb Blonde Joke...

One day while on patrol, a police officer pulled over a car for speeding. He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her window. The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car, was how hot the driver was! Blue eyes, blonde, the works. 

"I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'am. Could I see your drivers license?" 

"What's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107159431133155786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107159431133155786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159431133155786' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107108021786753209</id><published>2003-12-11T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:17:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is something funny..read on...

An elderly gentleman of 85 feared his wife was getting hard of hearing. 


So one day he called her doctor to make an appointment to have her hearing checked. The Doctor made an appointment for a hearing test in two weeks, and meanwhile there's a simple informal test the husband could do to give the doctor some idea of the state of her problem. 


'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107108021786753209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107108021786753209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108021786753209' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107048216496877175</id><published>2003-12-04T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T04:34:01.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tupac is alive.Yes you read it right.Tupac "Makaveli" Shakur is alive.But he is still in hiding.Do you believe me?Hmm..I'll tell you what really happened the night he was shot.After leaving the Tyson fight on Saturday September 7, 1996, Tupac was alledgedly shot 5 times. He lived through the shooting and was taken to a nearby hospital. He was pronounced dead on Friday September 13, 1996.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107048216496877175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107048216496877175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107048216496877175' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-107038114402880021</id><published>2003-12-03T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:09:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People who stay in the entertainment business too long, especially who began as children, should have some kind of awareness that they should retire after they achieve their financial and personal objectives. It is well documented the difficulties that plague child stars in adjusting to their lives as adults. 


Michael Jackson not only began performing at the age of 5, but has carried an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107038114402880021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/107038114402880021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038114402880021' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-106961940924379735</id><published>2003-11-24T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T04:33:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fasting period would be over soon..very soon indeed.Time to get some cash..fast cash..The thing about Hari Raya is that everyone will be smiling after the last day of fasting as everyone gets something rewarding(Most of us i hope).The children and also most teenagers get lots of money,woman get to taste other ppl's "kuih-making" skill,comment and 'mengumpat' AGAIN,the men get to have day off,have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/106961940924379735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/106961940924379735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106961940924379735' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858699.post-106914274636933859</id><published>2003-11-18T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T16:13:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I know why Kurt Cobain killed himself.He definitely visited the BADGER website.Reports also show that the website was the last page he viewed before he killed himself.You guys should check it out(Don't stay too long and switch on ure audio) at BADGER And here's his suicide note:


"To Boddah: 
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/106914274636933859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5858699/posts/default/106914274636933859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochachos.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914274636933859' title=''/><author><name>Kins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944077394525830276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
