<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:17:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Mumblings</category><category>Sanity</category><category>Friends</category><category>Offbeat theories</category><category>Panic</category><category>Procrastination</category><category>Happiness</category><category>Insomniac ramblings</category><category>Ranting</category><category>Dissected people</category><category>Honours</category><category>Random Lunacy</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Insomnia</category><category>Matchbox Twenty</category><category>SL</category><category>Activism</category><category>Home</category><category>Skiing</category><category>Sri Lanka</category><category>Violence</category><title>Leaving it for later</title><description>No standing, only dancing</description><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-6715447408890281335</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-04T01:19:45.246+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Activism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ranting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sri Lanka</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Violence</category><title>So, what will we do about it then? </title><atom:summary type="text">My timely return to the motherland enables me to join the collective flailing of hands in person. We are a multicultural society we moan; Buddhism is a peaceful religion, we plead; Sri Lanka could be a harmonious land, we beg. It is quite the dramatic outpouring of dismay.

No one seems to know quite what to do about it though. Rally? Haven&#39;t had one yet, I think there is one during the Avurudhu </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2013/04/so-what-will-we-do-about-it-then.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIG7cb-LojvyXYzVp2VrcY8QY8dvxflpxSoW5h41Iv8uFXG1oIuYK6F-vFqP9cBnVI1Jnqs_i2aEMBjvmaUlqBaY9dEaNONeLVZvwn8kFVLLe4R3_EahVLRXhyphenhyphenTKLZZOcFlJ29SdaeT6Dd/s72-c/takeit.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-6246468309762948569</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-27T14:07:38.889+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Honours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Less than 2 weeks, so much TV</title><atom:summary type="text">So I have 12,000 words to complete in the next week. So far my method has been:
1) Write up study plan

2) Adjust study plan to account for day spent sleeping and catching up on new episodes of all TV series &amp;nbsp;ever aired (Anyone remember The Pretender?)&amp;nbsp;

3) Repeat steps 1&amp;amp;2 multiple times

4) Write some words

5) Start from step 1



Apparently it is not unusual to write entire </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/10/less-than-2-weeks-so-much-tv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-6215054125002020647</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-28T01:07:46.996+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Honours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insomnia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><title>(anti)Procrastination strategy #6574987931</title><atom:summary type="text">I am a procrasti-anythinger. Why limit onself to being a procrasti-cleaner or procrasti-baker? I will grab at anything - tree branches, thin air - to avoid doing the work I need to do.

HOWEVER, desperate times call for painful, wretched measures. Namely, waking up early in the morning. (Groan) And then, instead of turning to e mail/ blogs and facebook for sweet relief from the reality hangover, </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/09/antiprocrastination-strategy-6574987931.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-8651189797396282610</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2012 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-29T16:26:07.514+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ranting</category><title>Humans! Aaargh!</title><atom:summary type="text">The cray cray anti-Islam video does not surprise me. There are 6.973 billion people on the planet, multitudes get onto the internet every day and the only restrictions on the bullshit they add to the world wide web is their upload limit as per their internet contract.



This article by William Saletan is the best response I&#39;ve come across so far, its matter of fact and doesn&#39;t waste time blaming</atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/09/humans-aaargh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJK9MFlDOJPlkqEgQAZbRtYEdGa1yAYhzdYcA7c5ByxLO-BJnzLp70hWyl9KF07PuEcBv1Uj5WNa8GmmYYAKP20npVw56kMVHuKBoDWPOJwEEztcC_pD_axd3j03p8AmuFTE1xg26uUrc/s72-c/6a00d8341c60bf53ef0177444a72f6970d-600wi.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-8156024804232502245</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-29T16:27:22.600+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home</category><title>Home is where... where you put the stuff you love? </title><atom:summary type="text">The biggest life shift this year has been finding, setting up and residing in a share house. It&#39;s a freaking awesome homey, hippie house but it did require quite a bit of blood, sweat and tears to set up. The rental market is BRUTAL, especially if you&#39;re a student with a stopgap casual job. Noone seems to care that its a superfun job. Several Saturdays vanished in a haze of tottering between </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/09/home-is-where-where-stuff-you-need.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudiprEi4309UnlM-_6CLpTfV-p4SStigMqrA0VMJeNsTgf75WEjPjOF_YZh2ho32L70avF2_FetW-w07huUjrAPYSfmieyOBWq2Ixm9F0Rf1ZFt_X2lG3W1lyiOQ4cg9BBUSoWV5KTtLg/s72-c/photo-6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-1494001194151798854</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-29T16:27:40.779+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Honours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><title>Spring skiing = tropical version of a winter sport</title><atom:summary type="text">
So its winter, and I&#39;m up at the snow for a week of super intense
 writing with a dash of skiing thrown in. Unfortunately for my essays/ 
thesis the weather has been stunning, the ski slopes that I can see from
 my bedroom window look so smooth and fun. Oh dear.

The Boy 
organises this trip every year for his skiing friends and this is the 
first year I&#39;ve come up. It&#39;s been pretty freaking </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/09/spring-skiing-tropical-version-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgig-G5BsqqNNuWxBZUUAT3etcwXLSdFTMnmF7Oi2T5dbDqiPmoobI4IMP5Jgpq8snn0gy5t36_68A5HQDa05ksX9lItjIU3tn6-9ZPHoUAUgsCAxeIr1c6HZAS3dteByywelrMsIchTHVf/s72-c/photo-3.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-3749696481308352799</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-13T17:49:53.525+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Honours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><title>Wheeeeeeeee!</title><atom:summary type="text">I really do love this blog. Having spent a hell of lot of time procrastinating on it crafting it with just the right shade of orange, which beautificiously [Beautiful + delicious. Anyone scrunching their noses right now go watch Stephen Fry&#39;s rant. Booyah!] complements that particular shade of green.... Ok so I&#39;m a uni student its not like I attend class or anything.

So anyway multiple years </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/09/wheeeeeeeee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-873135045538468767</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-13T17:08:23.933+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Honours</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><title>Plunging in</title><atom:summary type="text">Heh.
 So I haven&#39;t posted in several years and the spammers have been trying to squat on it presumably with intention of getting their clammy paws on it but its mine, MINE g&#39;damit! This tiny little piece of the websphere with my favourite colours recording some of my favourite rants. Chances are no one reads it anymore but whatevs :D 

Anyway, I have the writing bug again! I 
suspect it bit me </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2012/01/plunging-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-7122738945011662715</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T02:26:02.389+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ranting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>I hate being &#39;in like&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">You know what I don&#39;t get about unrequited &#39;like&#39;? How could a connection possibly be only one way? You make me laugh, you make me think, you make me feel completely alive and annoyed and challenged and beautiful all at the same time. G&#39;darn you. I didn&#39;t WANT to feel like this. IRRITATING, thats what you and your puppy eyes are. *breathe* How could it possibly be one way? It just doesn&#39;t make </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-being-in-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-2406044784535285928</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T00:23:22.214+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Still 12 and oh so confused</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not old enough to be a 20 something! It&#39;s all a traumatising mistake, I was in the wrong line somewhere, lost in my own little fuzzy world and the title of &#39;adult&#39; was bestowed upon me while I daydreamed about all the wonderful things I would be when I grow up. Still dreaming, still a little girl wondering  what all these strange things such as tax returns and lab reports are doing in my </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-12-and-oh-so-confused.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-6122498221347222423</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T03:34:22.793+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><title>Struggle Town</title><atom:summary type="text">So,Sat down to write this essay which is overdue by more days than I want to count, I realised some useful facts. (a) Facebook stalker skills can, to a certain extent be used for proper research. No, really its not just justification, its that honing in on a target thing.(b) There is always some marvelous chappie who, several decades previously, spent time amalgamating research into a single </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/struggle-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-5358118553062942371</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T01:57:02.930+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><title>&#39;Heartless&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not the crying sort, find it rather unhelpful and pointless in most situations. This book had tears streaming down till 3am. Simple, straightforward language expressing emotions raw like skin scraping against rough concrete. The certainty based on rationality with which I approach life in general was given a severe shaking, casually churned over a few times and tossed back onto the floor. </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-5450075339958917622</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T16:01:38.451+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Panic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Where do you go to hide?</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not unhappy very often. About a year ago that statement would have been quite different, sadness was often overwhelming for about a year. Looking back, I&#39;d say it was entirely about coping skills. This time last year I&#39;d stay in bed for a week, today I wore a pretty dress and pigtails and after an hour of meeting happy people and laughing with them, the world is my personal, pearl filled </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-do-you-go-to-hide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-5198746821034843881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T14:11:46.225+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Matchbox Twenty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><title>Let&#39;s go dance under the streetlights</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Some people, its a pity,They go all their lives and never know,How to love or let love go&quot; - Rob Thomas, Streetcorner SymphonyThat knowing when to let go stuff, it gets so complicated. When is something broken enough to leave before it is so completely shattered that it leaves little shards of itself embeded in you forever? </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-dance-under-streetlights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-5895274772591221791</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-21T01:25:05.143+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><title>Life can be so sweet, on the sunny side of the street</title><atom:summary type="text">So during one of my Psyc labs this week, we had to fill out yet another tedious questionnaire about the meaning of life. Anyway, while trying to choose a number to represent how I felt about my search for meaning, it dawned on me that I&#39;m no longer particularly fussed about having a purpose/ some driving force/ greater meaning to my life. I used to be quite horribly tormented by it, i.e. it would</atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-can-be-so-sweet-on-sunny-side-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-8119032212955073656</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T00:05:56.763+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumblings</category><title>Neglect</title><atom:summary type="text">Poor blog.*pat pat*It really is a bit like having a child and then ignoring it, however ridiculous it might be to allow a little particle of cyber space to make one feel guilty.</atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/neglect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-6901784322342970743</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T16:24:32.408+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Not so organised chaos</title><atom:summary type="text">Latest reason to clean room:Keys got lost possibly on the floor somewhere, need to see floor to find aforementioned keys.</atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-so-organised-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-2106458966105783504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 09:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T20:53:19.776+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Culling</title><atom:summary type="text">Walked into my room today and between sneezes realised how long overdue it is for a throw everything out day.. Groan. I am a minimalist, honestly, just easily distracted especially by brightly coloured things. Its just amazing the amount, shapes and sizes of completely unnecessary things that manage to accumulate over just a few months. Especially when exams require retail therapy. So yes, three </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/culling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-5102038608120336427</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T02:14:05.056+11:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Insomniac ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">SL</category><title>Where the heart is.</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;It don&#39;t matter to me&#39;Cos all I wanted to beIs a million miles from hereSomewhere more familiarOh my god I can&#39;t believe itI&#39;ve never been this far away from home&quot;Catchy, non-whiny song. Positively boppy to be honest, always liked it, even now when its taken on an entirely new meaning. Post exam blues settled in after the initial euphoria of being free. People are heading back to where they </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-dont-matter-to-me-cos-all-i-wanted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-957411810288973152</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 10:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T21:17:51.723+11:00</atom:updated><title>Strange fruit - Abel Meeropol</title><atom:summary type="text">Southern trees bear strange fruit,Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.Pastoral scene of the gallant south,The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,</atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/strange-fruit-abel-meeropol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-1013991178084752071</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T23:37:30.988+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dissected people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Lunacy</category><title>Open window</title><atom:summary type="text">I have an obsession with knowing people&#39;s stories. Life stories, love stories, the happenings, the non-happenings, regrets, reflections. All the boys I date go through an ongoing grilling about what they were thinking or wanting at different moments in the initial fireworks stages. What did they think of me during the first conversation, first kiss? What did they want out of the situation? What </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-818259600307405005</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-27T06:12:03.533+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Procrastination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Lunacy</category><title>Short and sweet</title><atom:summary type="text">There has actually been insane amounts of things happening, mostly good, some goose-bump inducing-ly crazy, some that will take a while to digest. Loving the ride overall. Figuring out what one wants seems to be such a messy, interesting, frustrating and fulfilling process. Two steps forward, one step back. Life is all about experiences, and now, finally, I&#39;m back on track having some crazy fun </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-and-sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-47105738316576280</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T19:58:31.373+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sanity</category><title>Some men just want to watch the world burn.</title><atom:summary type="text">I love psychological movies. Especially the tearing them apart and have long meaty conversations dissecting them for hours on end. The Dark Knight is also going to feature in my dreams for a possibly traumatic while, I can tell. Fiction is a slanted reflection of the real world after all, even though its not a reality common to all. Thank god, sometimes. Not everyone falls madly in love and </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-men-just-want-to-watch-world-burn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-847132094478929022</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-16T01:10:46.190+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumblings</category><title>Relaxin&#39; awhile, livin&#39; in style, talking to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A..</title><atom:summary type="text">Ooo it&#39;s been awhile since the last post, think I heard the blog gasping for breath, poor thing. Have been indulging in my tendency to swing to industrious extremes, mostly chocolate, sleep and cocktail related. Yum. Nothing like a few tasty sips from a beautifully shaped glass of deliciously decadent liquid to get the party started ;) Which is ridiculous really because alcohol is technically a </atom:summary><link>http://chilliechocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/relaxin-awhile-livin-in-style-talking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sunshine Junkie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019966961175189984.post-1206766863033121615</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T03:11:39.320+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mumblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offbeat theories</category><title>Ramblings</title><atom:summary type="text">Escaped to warmer climates for a week, benefits of living in a large continent with sub tropical state. It&#39;s been good for the soul, hanging out, partying, disregarding space and time. 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