<?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-2733805724673056352</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:09:26.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDY</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm in and out of all the right things.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-90220435597413572</id><published>2011-05-07T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T08:32:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;^%$^#^$%&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do people really write everything they feel about on twitter, facebook status update, tumblr, blogger or another social networking? I do. I really do. When we feel sad, disappointed, amused, bored or whatever. We usually write on those sites then we feel really good when everything explodes. Right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m now thinking, guessing. When people explode they feel about, I don’t need to ask them like “why, when, how, what” because people really put what they feel into words and it explains everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I was wondering. Why would I let people know about what I feel? I want to explode what I feel but I won’t let people know about it. Where can I spoil what I feel about. Social networking is a bitch. There is no escape to hide everything because this fucking technology made it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I listen to everyone. But I trust no one”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-90220435597413572?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/90220435597413572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/90220435597413572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-people-really-write-everything-they.html' title='&amp;amp;^%$^#^$%&amp;amp;'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2679669636619168295</id><published>2011-04-24T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:44:16.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People can just shut the fuck up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Despite Torres just found out how to score. Oh people....you know it’s perfect time to stop bitching at him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUNz80VlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/I40xAb7FEjk/s1600-h/cats%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="cats" border="0" alt="cats" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUXHD5AhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LbJsoTyEACc/cats_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was 903 minutes since the Spanish international last found the back of the net and it had been 13 games - 734 minutes - in a Blue shirt without a goal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How to say?&amp;nbsp; Nope. I wish I could stop smiling. Smiling and hoping that people can stop talking shit about him, bitching like they know how to play football properly. Did you just realise it wasn’t that easy? Yep, you did guys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUdcqlpWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NfSz7WDvWDk/s1600-h/boss%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="boss" border="0" alt="boss" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUjJZBnZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oXyJm2h7p0w/boss_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The moment when Don Carlo feels so good and stop throwing the understatement among him and Torres. Because £50 million was worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUpGM06PI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xWiLkshPMfA/s1600-h/didier-drogba-300x225%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="didier-drogba-300x225" border="0" alt="didier-drogba-300x225" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUxGix2SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/YV5T69dhk6M/didier-drogba-300x225_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and please. I don’t want him to leave The Mighty Chelsea.. Pretty please Drogz?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sincerely, Addy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2679669636619168295?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2679669636619168295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2679669636619168295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-can-just-shut-fuck-up.html' title='People can just shut the fuck up.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbPUXHD5AhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LbJsoTyEACc/s72-c/cats_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2214968702374738250</id><published>2011-04-22T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:01:34.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbGmSPhxGRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/eu7SNWTbo5U/s1600-h/Untitled-1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbGmW4PnrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cYfQ5Ge-Q8U/Untitled-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="77"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’re never gonna see inside of me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2214968702374738250?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2214968702374738250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2214968702374738250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-never-gonna-see-inside-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbGmW4PnrVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/cYfQ5Ge-Q8U/s72-c/Untitled-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7366446786081058591</id><published>2011-04-22T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:28:53.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbFKSpnwzHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dkB--pmqvvA/s1600-h/tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_4002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400" border="0" alt="tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbFKUyFNgAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kTJyLPDfxCE/tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="162" height="106"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JARED LETO.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thank you for being such an inspirational person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thank you for having the coolest voice I’ve ever heard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thank you for making the great music so I can sing along.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care if you’re a jewish or not. I don’t care if you were born from a bitch’s uterus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well. Another “thank you” will come if you move your ass straight to Jakarta, Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7366446786081058591?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7366446786081058591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7366446786081058591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-thank-you.html' title='I thank you.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TbFKUyFNgAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kTJyLPDfxCE/s72-c/tumblr_lajgxbR1TU1qacahxo1_400_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-8090258191150230841</id><published>2011-04-05T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:23:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That You Probably Haven’t Known About Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before people get &lt;font color="#000000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; about the way I act, speak.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWIW&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;For What It’s Worth&lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I really am a sarcastic person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Sarcasm is my 2nd language:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don’t even try to offense anybody else. But it depends with you. Will you get a point of my words even my sentences? Well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;If you got a problem with the way I laughed&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;This is who I really am. Mine wasn’t created by something. I wasn’t forced to have a smile like this. Even I didn’t want to have the cynical smile like this thou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People are really brave if they sit behind the computer screen&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;But sorry, I’m not the type of person who loves to pretend everything. I say what I wanna say, I do what I wanna do. Not going to be a selfish person. But you can just “&lt;strong&gt;do not give a fuck&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;“Love, peace, a big smile on my face.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;A!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-8090258191150230841?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8090258191150230841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8090258191150230841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-that-you-probably-havent-known.html' title='Things That You Probably Haven’t Known About Me.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-9211742556308896016</id><published>2011-03-27T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:59:23.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>120 lá.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-IR13uFsI/AAAAAAAAAck/4UGDcqpwDSU/s1600-h/IMG_3885%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3885" border="0" alt="IMG_3885" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-IaCDQVrI/AAAAAAAAAco/SaSpF_JHrCo/IMG_3885_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#666666" size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Hola Pibi. Sólo será mío y yo nunca voy a matar. ¿Quieres?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#666666" size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Salut Pibi. Il suffit de faire la mienne et je ne te tuer. Est-ce que tu veux?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;I guess I should stop saying the sentence above with language that you don’t understand. Mwhehehe :3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;“Have you ever &lt;u&gt;counted&lt;/u&gt;, how many days &lt;u&gt;have we spent&lt;/u&gt;?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;“Have you ever &lt;u&gt;remembered&lt;/u&gt;, how many shits &lt;u&gt;have we fixed&lt;/u&gt;?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a5a5" size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;“Have you ever &lt;u&gt;disappointed&lt;/u&gt; with the way I &lt;u&gt;acted&lt;/u&gt;?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Thought, it was all just the beginning, eh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;I feel bad. Really bad. Just because you were the first one who made me cry when we had a fight and I had no idea how to fix. I feel like a douchebag when I had to say something but no words could come up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Midnight-talk will always be my favourite. Random question and also every answer that could make me laugh or even I’m so blessed having you as my boyfriend. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;You’re such a multi-function. Don’t even try to compare you with tools. But you can fucking make every scene with your point-of-view. It’s just great. You can always fill up the empty space inside of me. So thanks :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="FangSong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT CHANGE. NEVER...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Are you guessing what the sentence at the first paragraph stands for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;I’ll give you what does it mean. If you swear you’ll do it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;Deal? Yes it must be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-I2YyBPwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8jVrGb55Qi8/s1600-h/IMG_3905%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3905" border="0" alt="IMG_3905" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-JBDdopfI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H2fD3YOXKKk/IMG_3905_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="177"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="FangSong"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Hi Pibi. Just be mine and I'll never kill you. Will ya?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;By the way. Happy 28. 120 days we’ve been together. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; loveable&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours, Addy..&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-9211742556308896016?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/9211742556308896016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/9211742556308896016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/03/120-la.html' title='120 lá.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TY-IaCDQVrI/AAAAAAAAAco/SaSpF_JHrCo/s72-c/IMG_3885_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-4076211813301578496</id><published>2011-03-23T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:04:11.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time Low just released their new cover album “Dirty Work”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TYm3VyLmVcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xm52xVuVD-s/s1600-h/Dirtywork9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Dirtywork" border="0" alt="Dirtywork" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TYm3foe9E-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Uk_HKgS37CU/Dirtywork_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="304"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well done. It doesn’t even matter where I got this one but seriously the only question that’s spinning in my mind. “can you guys just release Dirty Work faster and stop us guessing what will it be..Seriously Gaskarth?”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not a teenage girl who loves to judge an album by it’s cover. If I did it. I’d let you to kill me or cut my ears seriously. By seeing this album artwork.. it desperately makes me guessing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1. Speaking of the song called “Time Bomb” which it’s released already. It’s way more catchy instead punk that they used to play some songs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2. Since I knew that the first single named “I Feel Like Dancin”. It made me a little sick. It’s really fucking relevant with the album artwork. So you guys knew already how to party?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's a tip to the fans, wait to HEAR it. Understand me? Fucking HEAR it. That's what you do with music, you listen to it, not hate it because the album's cover isn't what your bratty little ass dreamed it to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-4076211813301578496?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/4076211813301578496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/4076211813301578496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-time-low-just-released-their-new.html' title='All Time Low just released their new cover album “Dirty Work”.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TYm3foe9E-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Uk_HKgS37CU/s72-c/Dirtywork_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-43889844702805878</id><published>2011-03-12T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:46:08.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you who asking “why I’m stuck with this guy”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love him not because he is a heavy-sleeper or whatever you call it. Or his smile that would make every girl around him falls to the ground. Sometimes, I feel too bad with the way he shows people his “smile”. Not because I felt too deep because of it. &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wait, I did fall because of it….”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Speaking of this guy. Sometimes, I feel so lucky. Just because I’m the only one who wakes up every morning beside of him. Not everyday thou. But these past 3 months that I’ve been through with him can really imagine what a beautiful scene it is :-)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most favourite part. When he falls asleep with shirtless. When he looks so tired and the only thing I want is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“stare at his face until he wakes up….”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve been doing it…so far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love the way he acted when I was mad at him and he could careless about. No texts, and he didn’t even try to call. He was just… &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“let-me-go”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Because he knew that &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I-will-come-back-to-him”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because, &lt;em&gt;the destiny said&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’m belonging to him, no matter what”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-43889844702805878?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/43889844702805878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/43889844702805878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-those-of-you-who-asking-why-im.html' title='For those of you who asking “why I’m stuck with this guy”.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7266707652925365887</id><published>2011-03-11T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:37:26.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Something just happened because you acted like a bitch and don’t know how to say “thanks for taking care of me all the time..”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Words that came out from your mouth were not proper. Then people started to judge you even they don’t know who you are…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Your mood’s swing sometimes can ruin everything. Beware. You’re the only one who can handle everything inside yours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could really say sorry for million, even billion times. I could really do whatever you want me to do. I realise that&lt;strong&gt; somebody like you could really give attention for someone you love&lt;/strong&gt;. Me either. No one knows me like you do, even every little thing that can’t be seen with everyone’s eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is dedicated to you, &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7266707652925365887?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7266707652925365887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7266707652925365887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-words.html' title='Another words.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-5096908010229319958</id><published>2011-03-03T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T04:35:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There’s no point of being in college. When every single person tries to make a chink between each other. That’s what I got from these past months. It sucks, when every single person in the class thinks that they are really the only one. I was like, “who the hell are you?”. Well, I can’t change everything that I hate inside the people like a boss. But sometimes, the way they act seems like overrated. Distinguish. I’m not that perfect or rude. You know, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In this case, I just want to be treated as well. As I treat everyone. I’m a lover, not a fighter. See a difference? I’m not complaining what I’ve been going through. Meanwhile, being a teenager is the hardest part in life. When your desire to be the perfect one, your alter-ego turns into shit around that makes people can really give a shit about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Act properly. No one wants to hate you actually.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-A!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-5096908010229319958?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5096908010229319958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5096908010229319958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-no-point-of-being-in-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-1172809803241923331</id><published>2011-02-28T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:51:04.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3RD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know.&lt;/em&gt; I’m &lt;strong&gt;complaining too much&lt;/strong&gt; about everything in my life”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know.&lt;/em&gt; I’m such &lt;strong&gt;an unstable girl&lt;/strong&gt; who loves to talk about shits around”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know.&lt;/em&gt; I’m such a girl &lt;strong&gt;who loves to ruin everything&lt;/strong&gt; in your life”. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I know.&lt;/em&gt;I’ve been &lt;strong&gt;spinning as a trouble&lt;/strong&gt; in your life”.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;SORRY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for everything that made you feel such a fool”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for things that left unsaid”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for pulling you into my life”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;THANKS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for being such a good boyfriend all the time”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for making me the only one you love”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“….for doing anything, anywhere, anytime”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;Me &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; you… and that’s all I can say..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWvSImuXOXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/MO8SwFjSLDc/s1600-h/asdf%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="asdf" border="0" alt="asdf" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWvSccilv_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EUVCCiAEBj0/asdf_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="249" height="277"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 3rd months Anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;pibiiiiiii&lt;/em&gt; :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;Loveyou&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-1172809803241923331?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1172809803241923331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1172809803241923331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/3rd.html' title='3RD.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWvSccilv_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/EUVCCiAEBj0/s72-c/asdf_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-3772796255001370873</id><published>2011-02-27T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:38:51.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTTM… They’re my big passion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtPdf886XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BKnXuJ9tArs/s1600-h/ARTTM%20%2818%29%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="ARTTM (18)" border="0" alt="ARTTM (18)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtPxqNzN6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Mlgpa_h47dI/ARTTM%20%2818%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="208"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well buddies. I’ve been knowing them since I was in Junior Highschool. I’ve been waiting for them to come to my country. It’s been ages…. I hate waiting for so long. But they’re going to my country in May 14th when I’m supposed to take a class in university. Lame I know. I’m frustrated. I’m depressed. I know it sounds so drama queen whatever you call it. But I fucking want to watch their show, meet them personally, stalk them and stay in the same hotel like I used to do. Someone, please do me a favor what should I do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtQhz7o0sI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MRE5T5KIivg/s1600-h/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2829%29%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Eric Halvorsen (29)" border="0" alt="Eric Halvorsen (29)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtQ8WvBBCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ImIfmrbRiaw/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2829%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear Halvo,&lt;em&gt; are we going to meet each other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-3772796255001370873?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/3772796255001370873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/3772796255001370873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/arttm-theyre-my-big-passion.html' title='ARTTM… They’re my big passion.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWtPxqNzN6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/Mlgpa_h47dI/s72-c/ARTTM%20%2818%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-8115574822315752888</id><published>2011-02-23T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:27:01.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Maybe every single person &lt;strong&gt;should have known&lt;/strong&gt; what would happen by telling something that I don’t like. I’d rather be knowing nothing than something that I don’t like&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Because we won't fade away. We'll find peace while other change and I know you're somewhere close behind me. And I truly believe in you… Because we were made for each other….”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-8115574822315752888?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8115574822315752888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8115574822315752888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/maybe-every-single-person-should-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-334024347895284254</id><published>2011-02-23T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:11:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything left behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everybody is supposed to know what happened with their self. I’m not one of them. I haven’t been telling everything about me. It causes “I can’t” even “I won’t”. Because I have no idea, because no words come up, because there’s a reason why I won’t and why I can’t. You can blame it, blame all of the madness to me. Because it is what it is and I can’t change everything at all. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes. You can say anything, everything. Because I’m just another one. Feeling so random all day long. Stop is needed. I was unsocial person a long time ago. No, it wasn’t. I wish I could tell you… I could tell you everything. I can’t go on like this forever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-334024347895284254?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/334024347895284254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/334024347895284254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/everything-left-behind.html' title='Everything left behind.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-8379556125229525388</id><published>2011-02-22T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:24:14.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-i-t-c-h.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;You know what “&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Bitch&lt;/font&gt;” stands for? When you started talking about the past with a big smile on your face. Oh and I really hate my mood’s swing. Oh and I’m sorry, no words came up yesterday.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HA. JARED LETO. YOU’RE STILL AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWPwp-t_N8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/tzDZrENAfTQ/s1600-h/Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318" border="0" alt="Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWPxMwTcZTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ijH2oujxCCc/Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="331"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-8379556125229525388?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8379556125229525388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8379556125229525388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/b-i-t-c-h.html' title='B-i-t-c-h.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TWPxMwTcZTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ijH2oujxCCc/s72-c/Go-ahead...make-my-day-copy-425x318_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-5723696663126655976</id><published>2011-02-19T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:25:17.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well. This &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; my day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/adeliaiswr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV-MRtLwoeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1Hs-zbIpvlU/Untitled-1%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/EvanKirkendall"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-2" border="0" alt="Untitled-2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV-Mbzx-xgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/eWE0S6Ik5Ig/Untitled-2%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="178"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-5723696663126655976?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5723696663126655976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5723696663126655976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/sarcastic.html' title='Sarcastic.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV-MRtLwoeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1Hs-zbIpvlU/s72-c/Untitled-1%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-5623319623208301750</id><published>2011-02-18T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:00:07.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My family=diamonds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There’s no such perfection thing than being around your family wherever, and whenever. Sometimes, you’re fucked up with the decisions “YOU HAVE TO LIVE OUTTA TOWN, LEAVE THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY”or whatever you call it. You better believe it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV8_0favoGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ed9cBYMmwnE/s1600-h/IMG_3214%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3214" border="0" alt="IMG_3214" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV8_51UY5eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jP2ZzR_adf0/IMG_3214_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you imagined what I miss the most? My dad. My everything. This guy hasn’t disappointed me. No, he will never. He’s always taking care of me in every situation. He will never relate his things with mine and that’s what I love the most. Count me in, dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9AK4RYb3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/Ym_e-J9JInU/s1600-h/IMG_3217%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3217" border="0" alt="IMG_3217" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9AU41MQ9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Urmyk32ZNcg/IMG_3217_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9cTyh8bDI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6p_zl_BIMAM/s1600-h/DSCF59783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSCF5978" border="0" alt="DSCF5978" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV9cYejvmDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HEJruA5XroI/DSCF5978_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And these kids. Even you guys are such dickheads. You guys annoy me, vandalize my stuffs, ruin my favourite things ALL THE TIME, ALL THE WAY. I can’t take my eyes off of you, kids. Do it while you have the chances. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-5623319623208301750?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5623319623208301750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5623319623208301750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-familydiamonds.html' title='My family=diamonds.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TV8_51UY5eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jP2ZzR_adf0/s72-c/IMG_3214_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7326013668529389175</id><published>2011-02-16T00:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:41:07.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s true. It’s you. It’s always you…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TVuMnNfJlII/AAAAAAAAAW8/2VysQwiSMD0/s1600-h/IMG_3108%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_3108" border="0" alt="IMG_3108" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TVuNnNY0StI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XfrF7qS1RVE/IMG_3108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m in love. I’m madly in love with you, unconditionally. I’ve never been feeling so in love like this. Since you came, everything has changed. Literally. I’m not going to lie, but this is what you’re meant to be when someone changed your life drastically. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7326013668529389175?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7326013668529389175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7326013668529389175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-true-its-you-its-always-you.html' title='It’s true. It’s you. It’s always you…..'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TVuNnNY0StI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XfrF7qS1RVE/s72-c/IMG_3108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-6014986763921880903</id><published>2011-01-11T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T03:32:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_tYCx9MI/AAAAAAAAAWg/0pp9EXfYeKk/s1600-h/IMG_2969%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2969" border="0" alt="IMG_2969" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_vCDvUDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3JPZDRZqvRQ/IMG_2969_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_xmpaSiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dMVKrLqUHDw/s1600-h/IMG_2970%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2970" border="0" alt="IMG_2970" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_zdTGXuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/19swX0ki0ns/IMG_2970_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_3Z8KW0I/AAAAAAAAAWw/HlZcjZzGBnw/s1600-h/sisayang%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sisayang" border="0" alt="sisayang" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_48UiZYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/d0LrjQtiRCg/sisayang_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="153"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love you. Forever &amp;amp;always. Words can’t even describe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-6014986763921880903?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6014986763921880903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6014986763921880903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2011/01/everybody-knows.html' title='Everybody knows.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TSw_vCDvUDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3JPZDRZqvRQ/s72-c/IMG_2969_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-1892422585443271453</id><published>2010-11-23T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T04:32:47.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really fucking hate my mood’s swing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOu0U2OdA7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/oY2JXXbG8BQ/s1600-h/tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500" border="0" alt="tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOu0agqghaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YVx_SVmElUo/tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="231"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Have you ever fucking wondered if you was sailing on the boat in the middle of ocean? Your body keep waved. The wind went to your mind. Ignoring something worthless in your life”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Drastically, I’ve never been feeling like that. My mood’s swing, mine sucks. It’s so easy to laugh and cry. It’s so fucking easy to happy then becomes sad. You know, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being a teenager isn’t that so easy. I can fucking see those girls and boys become so unstable for some reasons. Sometimes they don’t get it what makes they feel like that. Stay classy bro.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As long as you keep it in your deepest heart. As long as it feels so awkward. Don’t you hate it when you truly know what you want to say but the words won’t come out? Fuck yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-1892422585443271453?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1892422585443271453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1892422585443271453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-really-fucking-hate-my-moods-swing.html' title='I really fucking hate my mood’s swing.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOu0agqghaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YVx_SVmElUo/s72-c/tumblr_lcbjny8LLQ1qzwih1o1_500_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2383452235810553129</id><published>2010-11-21T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:39:48.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL TIME LOW-ALL THE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOl1DtCgPOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/GcsvlzFJy_k/s1600-h/IMG_1382%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1382" border="0" alt="IMG_1382" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOl1bht6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xwhmFPj-luk/IMG_1382_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" height="299"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2383452235810553129?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2383452235810553129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2383452235810553129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-time-low-all-time.html' title='ALL TIME LOW-ALL THE TIME'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOl1bht6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xwhmFPj-luk/s72-c/IMG_1382_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-630028506277253380</id><published>2010-11-19T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:33:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘sup dwag??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOaJotuCxdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TDrsGqkU3ls/s1600-h/blue%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="blue" alt="blue" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOaKl6LI3eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XoSw4G-3HVY/blue_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s been long time I haven’t written something weird and now I’m back, I’m fucking back. You thought I was dead? No. I’m still A-L-I-V-E. I just finished mid-term and got 5 days off. I didn’t go back to my hometown like my friends did because I’m having new atmosphere here. For those of you keep wondering haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like I said, this downtown has so many awesome places and beautiful scenes. It apparently helps my photo album collection. Besides I fucking need new lens for my camera. I left all of them in Jakarta. I don’t even think to ask my mom to send all of them via Fed Ex because I’m pretty sure it’d be dangerous. You might vandalism mine. Who knows?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I desperately need some recommendations what should I do until Sunday because all of my buddies were going back to their home and they left me alone here. No. You don’t have to pay close attention to me. I can handle everything. Don’t you think I’m too arrogant? Judge me if you want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-630028506277253380?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/630028506277253380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/630028506277253380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/11/sup-dwag.html' title='‘sup dwag??'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TOaKl6LI3eI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XoSw4G-3HVY/s72-c/blue_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7527862058191985866</id><published>2010-11-12T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:48:33.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch us if you can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a decent night last night. I’m writing this story with dizzy on my head. It was started with a prologue, it was like.. “Does anyone want to sneak out tonight?”. And every single person was like “Fuck yeah, let’s do this tonight”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN00rTpcgsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/N_uWtOLSW_k/s1600-h/IMG_0786%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0786" border="0" alt="IMG_0786" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN001jEwPHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zkK7YS385GM/IMG_0786_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01LQM8UeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/okyfy6vXe2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0795%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0795" border="0" alt="IMG_0795" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01SIBYNxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bfQBHNB-hzA/IMG_0795_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="289" height="199"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01iQUXrxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H8vU1GlW9Io/s1600-h/IMG_0790%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0790" border="0" alt="IMG_0790" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN01qbLg-NI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lapBGXv_HyI/IMG_0790_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN012GqMNWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wlLM4JtglGo/s1600-h/IMG_0801%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0801" border="0" alt="IMG_0801" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN018VcMNUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/WM1083SxgrE/IMG_0801_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="313" height="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well done. We broke the rules. We parked our vehicles offhanded then we saw the cops had to wait for us. I had no idea how to say. We made this one, finally we did it. Fortunately, one of my friends could solve it and after the cops left us we drove our vehicles and laughed out loud. Who cares, we rule the wild night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02JPqkuTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/bi-4higwhkk/s1600-h/IMG_0729%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0729" border="0" alt="IMG_0729" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02bNV684I/AAAAAAAAAU0/xpbwHn8-v3A/IMG_0729_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" height="189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN02pZMMZxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/UgtNMmoidIA/s1600-h/IMG_0738%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0738" border="0" alt="IMG_0738" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN024KbTinI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tebcOvhHekI/IMG_0738_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="188"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03DzVREOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3YR2un1x3Js/s1600-h/IMG_0775%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0775" border="0" alt="IMG_0775" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03KSYI8UI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9ht9Yc2lV7w/IMG_0775_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="292"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went to one of my friend’s home at 1.30am and we had to sleep for 1-2hours and we went to our boarding houses at 4am. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03ZLPeq2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-xNqz4CcYzs/s1600-h/IMG_0779%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0779" border="0" alt="IMG_0779" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN03j6sA64I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ol0LgB1DF1E/IMG_0779_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" height="184"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I seemed so frustrated. No. I’m just fucking dizzy. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7527862058191985866?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7527862058191985866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7527862058191985866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/11/catch-us-if-you-can.html' title='Catch us if you can.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TN001jEwPHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zkK7YS385GM/s72-c/IMG_0786_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7449481021206847442</id><published>2010-11-10T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:24:52.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1GC8J_MI/AAAAAAAAATo/nSob44jagBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0613%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 43px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0613" border="0" alt="IMG_0613" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1RToDWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/JDkjef_WMPg/IMG_0613_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="174"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1qbth-pI/AAAAAAAAATw/sEqehY5U3uo/s1600-h/IMG_0644%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0644" border="0" alt="IMG_0644" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1xCIgUzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SOiWizGK1EU/IMG_0644_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2Ds5EAGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KBwn0PI3qCk/s1600-h/IMG_0645%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0645" border="0" alt="IMG_0645" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2KSeud8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7cpa9HB8q1s/IMG_0645_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2iWq50OI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nudytLEfheo/s1600-h/IMG_0647%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0647" border="0" alt="IMG_0647" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs2n4N2Z4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/gp2v_45EWgI/IMG_0647_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="202"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs3GiAudkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ems58nHBH-w/s1600-h/IMG_0617%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 5px auto 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0617" border="0" alt="IMG_0617" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs3gQwbAmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jGKlpx2e4xQ/IMG_0617_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="215" height="326"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7449481021206847442?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7449481021206847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7449481021206847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-in-island.html' title='Lost in Island.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TNs1RToDWiI/AAAAAAAAATs/JDkjef_WMPg/s72-c/IMG_0613_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7495926096832276509</id><published>2010-10-31T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T01:15:48.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Town gave me something to remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sup, buddies? I want to show off something that I and my buddies did on Friday evening. We rode our motorcycles to the place called “Old Town”. Where old buildings are placed. So yeah…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jCyFIeVI/AAAAAAAAATE/px4YjgTCxpg/s1600-h/IMG_0329%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0329" border="0" alt="IMG_0329" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jHHNRTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/pAr-mfX3wJw/IMG_0329_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jVVk82JI/AAAAAAAAATM/4j7lH8K4WlA/s1600-h/IMG_0399%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0399" border="0" alt="IMG_0399" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jZhwAgbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8t9bAI7AHHs/IMG_0399_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0j1NuaWMI/AAAAAAAAATU/6JG96WJn0fk/s1600-h/IMG_0366%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0366" border="0" alt="IMG_0366" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0lmX9HE6I/AAAAAAAAATY/BY7lx3LZX3c/IMG_0366_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="318" height="214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I haven’t seen old buildings like those before. My hometown is filled by new modern buildings and “Old Town”…. I have to say this “you gave me something to remember. Nice to meet you”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Addy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7495926096832276509?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7495926096832276509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7495926096832276509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-town-gave-me-something-to-remember.html' title='Old Town gave me something to remember.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TM0jHHNRTLI/AAAAAAAAATI/pAr-mfX3wJw/s72-c/IMG_0329_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-6281443148540149762</id><published>2010-10-30T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:43:57.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome scenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxYxHFkxYI/AAAAAAAAASM/Flp6-yM30tw/s1600-h/DSC001692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00169" border="0" alt="DSC00169" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxY2Fi7WWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ka99-YNsIlM/DSC00169_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="211"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxZI2pt41I/AAAAAAAAASU/aWeUVRK3e14/s1600-h/DSC001702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00170" border="0" alt="DSC00170" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxZL12_owI/AAAAAAAAASY/zh5tRvJ5c6o/DSC00170_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="211"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxZTnGem-I/AAAAAAAAASc/CDb8fsuirkk/s1600-h/DSC001712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00171" border="0" alt="DSC00171" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxZWsGJmVI/AAAAAAAAASg/ni0UpGLA2T8/DSC00171_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="211"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before you decide to die only because some stupid things that ruins your days lately. I highly suggest you to see those pictures above. Have you seen those beautiful scenes? If you haven’t… think twice to die faster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Addy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-6281443148540149762?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6281443148540149762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6281443148540149762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/awesome-scenes.html' title='Awesome scenes.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMxY2Fi7WWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ka99-YNsIlM/s72-c/DSC00169_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2720456945622789567</id><published>2010-10-28T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:49:03.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People will see the truth. Sooner or later…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh hey! There are so many things that truly happened and it went so fast than I’ve expected before and I have no idea what should I call these things “bad” or “good” or…. “pretty pretty astonish”?? Well, I told you… I have no idea but it made me laugh so loud knowing these things. P.s: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort of things that make me laugh doesn’t mean good, ey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the first. It didn’t run so good. It was pretty reckless. It looks like I haven’t found something that I want in this town. Well even I desperately haven’t found it. Too much prologue doesn’t make you cool, Addy. I just realized about my mom’s words when I was in Jakarta. “Everything needs time. Everything needs process. In this point. It’s just a matter of time”. Well done, mom. I got the point. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I entered college. I saw bunch of girls and I truly knew where they came from. Same town with me I guess. And it was true. Nobody knew what would happen next, I really mean it. At the first everything went so sweet. Such good girls I think.&amp;nbsp; I think we could be friends. They threw good words and you’d never know those were poison that made you fall in to the big hole.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Day by day. Week by week. Month by month. It’s been 2 months. Everything has changed. What will happen when you know perfectly well what you want to say but it comes out wrong? One of them tried to vandalism my stuffs. Those of you who close to me… I’m pretty sure you guys know I hate it when my stuffs get borrowed. Whatever it is. No. I’m not talking about money. It’s exactly not. I’m talking about the responsibility. &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“How could you have no responsibility when you borrowed your friend’s stuffs?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; That question is spinning around my head…Hilarious. R-r-r-r-really hilarious. It’s just so fun when you have no money to buy those stuffs and you deliberately vandalism your friend’s? Doesn’t make sense. Well guys, just a note. If you want to be trusted by your friends.&lt;strong&gt; Go to library and find a book about the responsibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m not complaining about what happened these days. I don’t think that you have to cheer me up. I’m not that sad, scumbag. I think it’s just too funny by seeing those scumbag vandalism my stuffs and they truly know that they have no money to buy those. Don’t you think the same way with me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When someone you don’t really know asks to borrow unexpectedly and inconveniently and you can't tell them to give it back to you without being rude”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Addy &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2720456945622789567?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2720456945622789567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2720456945622789567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-will-see-truth-sooner-or-later.html' title='People will see the truth. Sooner or later…'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2434036711763426509</id><published>2010-10-25T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T04:18:09.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMVnOm4qb1I/AAAAAAAAASE/5CqKDpdhn9g/s1600-h/hghghg%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="hghghg" border="0" alt="hghghg" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMVna1spvCI/AAAAAAAAASI/uRYvRstEXc4/hghghg_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="374"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I should have made this one “Permanently”. I’m addicted with that guy. Fuck yeah, &lt;font size="6" face="Abstrakt"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/font&gt;….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2434036711763426509?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2434036711763426509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2434036711763426509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/addiction.html' title='Addiction.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMVna1spvCI/AAAAAAAAASI/uRYvRstEXc4/s72-c/hghghg_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-5613108361967666856</id><published>2010-10-22T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:21:55.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you just fuck me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJvp6ve36I/AAAAAAAAARs/ohFyABzbP2E/s1600-h/fuckyeahjaredleto%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="fuckyeahjaredleto" alt="fuckyeahjaredleto" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJw03m9rTI/AAAAAAAAARw/_ygqhHlo_w0/fuckyeahjaredleto_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-5613108361967666856?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5613108361967666856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5613108361967666856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/could-you-just-fuck-me.html' title='Could you just fuck me?'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJw03m9rTI/AAAAAAAAARw/_ygqhHlo_w0/s72-c/fuckyeahjaredleto_thumb.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-2480707921030831393</id><published>2010-10-22T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:13:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s up everyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJQPWTea5I/AAAAAAAAARk/REUfaDQY1wQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Untitled-1" border="0" alt="Untitled-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJSzLDBQbI/AAAAAAAAARo/7tc7moFjiys/Untitled-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hi! What’s up everyone? Hope you’re doing ok.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went to Jakarta on Thursday evening after college by train and it took 7 hours. My mom picked up me because my dad was outta town. I really didn’t know that the weather in Jakarta has been so bad. The rainy days plus thunder! So creepy, dood. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m writing this one at my room in Jakarta. Really having a good time with my big family and yeah with my buddies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went to my High School to watch some boys played football. Met all teachers and they said “you’re too skinny!”. I lol’d so hard because I have never this skinny. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s been 2 days in Jakarta. There are so many people that I desperately wanna meet but I really have short time here. College’s life is waiting me and yeah what more could you ask for?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Addy &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-2480707921030831393?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2480707921030831393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/2480707921030831393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-up-everyone.html' title='What’s up everyone?'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TMJSzLDBQbI/AAAAAAAAARo/7tc7moFjiys/s72-c/Untitled-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-8972468691004544038</id><published>2010-10-17T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:16:21.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLutupy2hTI/AAAAAAAAARU/fLK9mM-ViPI/s1600-h/busnew2%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="busnew2" border="0" alt="busnew2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLutz4-7NPI/AAAAAAAAARY/_kPU8HZ-lc8/busnew2_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="314" height="248"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wearethemaine.net" target="_blank"&gt;The Maine’s&lt;/a&gt; new bus. I can really dig it. I will show you the other side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here it is….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLut4ywejoI/AAAAAAAAARc/79If9lgcJvg/s1600-h/busnew%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="busnew" border="0" alt="busnew" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLut8WpAe9I/AAAAAAAAARg/ulkM8VMY2ZM/busnew_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="314" height="247"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Awesome! Yeah…. These Arizonian boys are really fucking awesome….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-8972468691004544038?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8972468691004544038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/8972468691004544038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?!'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLutz4-7NPI/AAAAAAAAARY/_kPU8HZ-lc8/s72-c/busnew2_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-5693449255523435041</id><published>2010-10-17T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:49:47.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My only escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLsa58G6OAI/AAAAAAAAARM/gqFcc9Gsr6Q/s1600-h/DSC00157%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC00157" border="0" alt="DSC00157" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLsbDn8HqlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KKwphh1T5co/DSC00157_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" height="331"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll be moving back to this country, hopefully. Just wondering about how awesome Fulham Broadway is. Going to Stamford Bridge after college. Chilling with some British boys&amp;amp;girls. Living life with party like it’s my last day. All you need is courage, work harder, and get a luck. Then you’ll be facing “GREAT LIFE”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-5693449255523435041?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5693449255523435041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/5693449255523435041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-only-escape.html' title='My only escape.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLsbDn8HqlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KKwphh1T5co/s72-c/DSC00157_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-1859816556320874498</id><published>2010-10-15T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:02:10.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God, the Almighty. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, sir.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: So, you believe in God?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Absolutely, sir.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Is God good?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Sure.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#a5a5a5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is God good, then? Hmm?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Student was silent&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Is Satan good?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: No.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Where does Satan come from?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: From.. God.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: So who created evil?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Student didn't answer&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, sir.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: So, who created them?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Student had no answer&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;No, sir. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Tell us if you have ever heard your God.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;No, sir.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yet you still believe in Him?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: And is there such a thing as Cold?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: No, sir, there isn't.  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light... But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: So what is the point you are making, young man?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: Flawed? Can you explain how?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The class was in uproar&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The class broke out into laughter&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures?  &lt;li&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable&lt;/em&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor&lt;/strong&gt;: I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.  &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving!  &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That student was &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-1859816556320874498?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1859816556320874498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1859816556320874498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/atheist-professor-of-philosophy-was.html' title='An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God, the Almighty. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-3165314222567395731</id><published>2010-10-14T01:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:39:38.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost&amp;Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lost the way to truth&lt;br&gt;Try to find myself and wish you had pulled me through&lt;br&gt;But it feels like home when you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;At the end of the day&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my own&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But if I,&lt;br&gt;Had just a minute to forget&lt;br&gt;The other side.&lt;br&gt;And made the words undone I said.&lt;br&gt;After all I tried to get you not upset&lt;br&gt;I wonder how to get lost and found&lt;br&gt;Without you I'm reject&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where's that shallow thing that makes my life brighter&lt;br&gt;Can't you see I'm not cool enough to say &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.s: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not tired. I just don’t know how to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLbBnhUS5HI/AAAAAAAAARE/iY8wBo0ivps/s1600-h/signature%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLbBuy7l0MI/AAAAAAAAARI/uxbU37jWih0/signature_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="71" height="66"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-3165314222567395731?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/3165314222567395731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/3165314222567395731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost.html' title='Lost&amp;amp;Found'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLbBuy7l0MI/AAAAAAAAARI/uxbU37jWih0/s72-c/signature_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-6477472473373362392</id><published>2010-10-12T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:24:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You’d rather be forever alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Abstrakt"&gt;“I’ve changed. I really mean it”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Abstrakt"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Calibri"&gt;I just stopped being a dumb person and I have changed. My life has changed. I have no idea what’s going on with fake people? They just want your materials. They dig your privacy. I’d rather be forever alone. People utilize what you got. After they had it, they will LEAVE you FOREVER ALONE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLQ3LHlgCdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mIlASAbqDIw/s1600-h/signature%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="signature" border="0" alt="signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLQ3PbzbuLI/AAAAAAAAARA/e459MVi2-eA/signature_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="102" height="95"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-6477472473373362392?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6477472473373362392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/6477472473373362392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/youd-rather-be-forever-alone.html' title='You’d rather be forever alone.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TLQ3PbzbuLI/AAAAAAAAARA/e459MVi2-eA/s72-c/signature_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-7709634503666857540</id><published>2010-10-08T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:50:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess sent me an email?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Dearest one ,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am writing this mail to you with tears and sorrow from my heart. I will really like to have a good relationship with you, and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you. I decided to contact you because of the urgency of my situation here, I am Princess&amp;nbsp; Anita Kigiase&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 21years old girl from Liberia, the only daughter of Late prince Harry Johnson kigiase&amp;nbsp; the deputy minister of national security under the leadership of president Charles Taylor who is now in exile after many innocent souls were killed, My father was killed by government of Charles Taylor, he accuse my father of coup attempt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am constrained to contact you because of the abuse I am receiving from my step mother. She planned to take away all my late father's treasury and properties from me since the unexpected death of my beloved Father. Meanwhile i wanted to escape to the europe or any part of the world that could be secured for me and for the safety of my life and investmentment of the fund&amp;nbsp; but she hides away my international passport and other aluable travelling documents. Luckily she did not discover where i kept my fathers File which contains important documents. So I ided to run to the refugee camp where i am presently seeking sylum under the United Nations High Commission for the Refugee here in Ouagadougou , Republic of Burkina Faso . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to contact you personally for a long term business relationship and investment assistance in your Country. My father of lessed memory deposited the sum of (US$8.5,) Million Dollars in Bank with my name as the next of kin. However, I shall orward you with the necessary documents on confirmation of your acceptance to assist me for the transfer and investment of the fund in your country. As you will help me in an investment, and i will like to complete my studies, as i was in my 1 year in the university, when the crisis started. It is my intention to compensate you with 50% of the total money for your services and the once shall be my investment capital. This is the reason why i decided to contact you. Please all communications should be through this email address only for confidential purposes or you can call this line as it bellongs to a reverend father&amp;nbsp; a catholich church priest whom is as a guardian to me at the&amp;nbsp; refugee camp. As soon as i receive your positive response showing your interest i will put things into action immediately. In the light of the above, I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and oneness to handle this transaction sincerely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am staying at the female hostel. I am waiting your urgent and positive response. Please do keep this to yourself and every communications shall be made through this email address alone for confidential purpose and you should not disclose it till i come over to your country, nce the fund has been transferred into your bank count. Thanks, I will send you my pictures as soon as i get your good reply rom you. Again please tell me more about yourself. you can write me onMy private e-email is(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.mc653.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=princesse.anita2010@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;princesse.anita2010@gmail. com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am waiting to hear from you urgently please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Princess&amp;nbsp; Anita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well. I checked my email and I found this one. I have no idea……. If it’s real, how could a princess send me an email while her step mother abuses her?? I’m confused :’/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-7709634503666857540?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7709634503666857540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/7709634503666857540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/princess-sent-me-email.html' title='A Princess sent me an email?'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-1044657645076020042</id><published>2010-10-08T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:16:39.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientre. How much I’ve missed you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7S8RfyfZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5NxJsJ3Vjrc/s1600-h/IMG_2251%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_2251" border="0" alt="IMG_2251" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7TClAKafI/AAAAAAAAAQE/elULY6vNl4E/IMG_2251_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="484"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m going to tell you about “&lt;strong&gt;SCIENTRE&lt;/strong&gt;”. No, we’re not gangsters or hipsters. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;But we’re family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That’s the only thing that really makes a sense. It was started when we sat in the 11th grade. My first impression was like “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn, I don’t even known all of the students in this class. I’m going to be a part of the most annoying people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. But yeah, first impression was wrong or call it my bad. I had so much fun, we spent our times with laughs, jokes, and we made some teachers got mad at us. But yeah, it ruled. We ruled the class. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7TQpw85EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IBikVffhxbU/s1600-h/Picture%20031%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Picture 031" border="0" alt="Picture 031" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7TYnCb1CI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Hfn_dxMRUFo/Picture%20031_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="431"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SCIENTRE will be my second home and it will always be. SCIENTRE, one of the things that made me know what friendship is. When sadness and happiness are ours. &lt;strong&gt;Because we’re family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-1044657645076020042?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1044657645076020042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/1044657645076020042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/scientre-how-much-ive-missed-you.html' title='Scientre. How much I’ve missed you.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7TClAKafI/AAAAAAAAAQE/elULY6vNl4E/s72-c/IMG_2251_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733805724673056352.post-191747429503477369</id><published>2010-10-08T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:44:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.s: Don’t you ever call him “Mouth-Breather”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7KWlhAbkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zhVyIjYRTqo/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2833%29%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Eric Halvorsen (33)" border="0" alt="Eric Halvorsen (33)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7LwZaHOrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ANT0A3HKdUU/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2833%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="278" height="331"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;His name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Eric Halvorsen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Call him “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Eric&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” or “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Halvo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. He plays Bass for the band known “&lt;strong&gt;A Rocket to The Moon&lt;/strong&gt;”. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s fucking sweet. He doesn’t like when people call him “Mouth-Breather”. Because he breathes out of his ‘effin nose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733805724673056352-191747429503477369?l=chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/191747429503477369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733805724673056352/posts/default/191747429503477369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseaisouraim.blogspot.com/2010/10/ps-dont-you-ever-call-him-mouth.html' title='P.s: Don’t you ever call him “Mouth-Breather”.'/><author><name>Addy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903546178560464068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TdpSoaFnog/TYwt35zt5PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BK8LTdUK0TA/s220/DSCF6610.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_7opIOXO4N9c/TK7LwZaHOrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ANT0A3HKdUU/s72-c/Eric%20Halvorsen%20%2833%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
