<?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-1031734493318359723</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:06:23.808-04:00</updated><category term='economy'/><category term='coca-cola'/><category term='music'/><category term='smart stuff'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='new york'/><category term='fat'/><category term='work'/><category term='apple'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Tal Vs. The World - Version 2</title><subtitle type='html'>Just wait for the inevitable patch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8114010388699665944</id><published>2010-05-30T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:03:44.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><summary type='text'>As I watch HGTV, it always seems to be a requirement that an apartment has a dishwasher. Apparently, it makes for less chores, less housework and more time for other things.Luckily, my apartment has a dishwasher.Unluckily, I do not own enough dishes to fully require the service of a dishwasher.Except to store my wet washed dishes.---Song Of The Moment: Drake - FireworksComment: Can't wait for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8114010388699665944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8114010388699665944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8114010388699665944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8114010388699665944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2010/05/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3443483906459107400</id><published>2009-12-17T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:56:34.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><summary type='text'>Vincent Chin---Song Of The Moment: Beyonce - HaloComment: Stupid Glee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3443483906459107400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3443483906459107400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3443483906459107400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3443483906459107400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/12/history-lesson.html' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-4800821524100191593</id><published>2009-12-07T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:12:19.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><summary type='text'>That's nine. Which means I've implicitly signed up for death in 2010.This will make or break me.Let's hope it's not the latter.--On another note, there is definitely nothing quite like reliving things you see in sitcoms. Today, we played some touch football in Battery Park. Just like out of the Friends episode. To keep in spirit, we kept sending someone "deep". To keep in even more spirit, some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/4800821524100191593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=4800821524100191593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4800821524100191593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4800821524100191593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-4261271210461584976</id><published>2009-11-01T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:13:51.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raptors!</title><summary type='text'>The 2009-2010 season is underway and I have a few quick questions/comments already:1) Huge benefit: they now have both the home and away broadcast available.2) Huge weirdness: they don't play the Canadian commercials. Now, I don't miss the commercials per say, but they keep playing the mind numbing, anger causing elevator music while they wait for the commercials to end.3) Matt Devlin &lt; Chuck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/4261271210461584976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=4261271210461584976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4261271210461584976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4261271210461584976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/11/raptors.html' title='Raptors!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7087518834848959650</id><published>2009-09-27T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:18:26.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, Cell Phone, Drama</title><summary type='text'>Discovery is a beautiful thing. Realization, on the other hand, can be a slap in the face.Case in point, yesterday, I had an event that made carrying my cell phone inconvenient. As such, I decided that yesterday would be a cell phone free day. Little did I know how attached to my phone I really am.1) Always checking your phone while waiting for public transit. While I knew about this, I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7087518834848959650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7087518834848959650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7087518834848959650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7087518834848959650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-york-cell-phone-drama.html' title='New York, Cell Phone, Drama'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8613189478905795758</id><published>2009-09-25T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:04:07.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Apple</title><summary type='text'>So spoiled. Like a bad apple.---Song Of The Moment: Drake - Best I Ever HadComment: Jen, I hate you for getting this song in my head.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8613189478905795758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8613189478905795758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8613189478905795758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8613189478905795758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-apple.html' title='Bad Apple'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7004460843247893434</id><published>2009-09-09T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:26:42.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting</title><summary type='text'>In life, you sometimes have to know when to cut your losses.---Song Of The Moment: Rachel Stevens - Breathe In, Breathe OutComment: None.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7004460843247893434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7004460843247893434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7004460843247893434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7004460843247893434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/09/accounting.html' title='Accounting'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-2172306039349754187</id><published>2009-09-04T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:22:20.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas, baby!</title><summary type='text'>This is how I want Vegas-Oh-Ten to turn out. Plain and simple.---Song Of The Moment: Ne-Yo - Miss Independent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/2172306039349754187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=2172306039349754187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2172306039349754187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2172306039349754187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/09/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas, baby!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5660965078969686792</id><published>2009-08-31T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:10:12.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good quote</title><summary type='text'>Borrowing this quote I read:When we first meet, I am the nicest guy in the world and willliterally give you the shirt off my back. Unless you screw me over orslight me in some way, in which case I become a petty, vindictivejerk. I'm trying to find some gray in my black-and-white world.---Song Of The Moment: Jay Sean - Down Feat. Lil WayneComment: Peep the special effects.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5660965078969686792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5660965078969686792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5660965078969686792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5660965078969686792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-quote.html' title='Good quote'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-6778533579160309899</id><published>2009-07-25T02:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T02:23:29.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back! And it's almost August?!</title><summary type='text'>Guess who's bizzack??With that, July is almost over and August is here. Simply put, where has the time gone. One blink and a week goes back. Blink a few times, and that's a month. Next thing you know, it's 2010.So what's up? List time? I think so!1) Moving: What a disaster. Still in the old place. Waiting on the new place. Time is a runnin' out. Will there be homelessness in the future? Awesome! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/6778533579160309899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=6778533579160309899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6778533579160309899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6778533579160309899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-and-its-almost-august.html' title='Back! And it&apos;s almost August?!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7718644130547200856</id><published>2009-06-05T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:58:35.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis triste</title><summary type='text'>The girl is gone.On another note, I have totally cheated my last ten cokes list. There has been a few in the last few weeks. I just have not had time to update, nor has life been kind enough to allow me time and space to note these down. As such, we'll pretend they never happened. Believe me when I say that I have not had more than 2 / week at most. (If even that.)Go Penguins!/ End random rant.--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7718644130547200856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7718644130547200856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7718644130547200856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7718644130547200856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/06/je-suis-triste.html' title='Je suis triste'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7990752127397631629</id><published>2009-05-31T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:15:15.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HK?</title><summary type='text'>He's right, you know. ---Song Of The Moment: Jin - 想影相\Comment: New mixtape. So ill, it's sick.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7990752127397631629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7990752127397631629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7990752127397631629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7990752127397631629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/05/hk.html' title='HK?'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-749219996945462289</id><published>2009-05-24T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:36:34.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playoffs</title><summary type='text'>Admittedly, this is one of the more exciting playoff seasons in recent memory. Both the NHL and the NBA have had some great, exciting close games. It's been worth watching even when there is only one team to root for.With Regina as my witness, I totally called the Lebron shot. "3-pointer to win the game. I bet you the NBA scripts this sh*t!" (Yes, I was on a few beers. Exciting game; couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/749219996945462289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=749219996945462289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/749219996945462289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/749219996945462289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/05/playoffs.html' title='Playoffs'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8827556424756085095</id><published>2009-05-08T01:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:25:15.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Post</title><summary type='text'>In this economy, everyone worries for their jobs. In good times, everyone thinks that their company treats them like crap.The thing is, people complain all the time about their job and they rarely do anything to change the situation.In the bad times, they don't want to because there is a fear of not finding another job. One that they may love, or at least enjoy.In the good times, they look to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8827556424756085095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8827556424756085095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8827556424756085095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8827556424756085095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitter-post.html' title='Bitter Post'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5246284341678635081</id><published>2009-04-23T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:54:56.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Up</title><summary type='text'>List time:Too much stuff goes on in life that I keep waiting for it to end so I can catch my breath. The only problem is, another starts... usually before the first thing has ended. Air!!Beer + NHL playoffs is a natural match. Something is missing if the game is on without the brew. There is an automatic sip the beer right before a faceoff.It's getting nice. Maybe it's time to put away the winter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5246284341678635081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5246284341678635081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5246284341678635081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5246284341678635081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothings-up.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Up'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-6766721743230564312</id><published>2009-04-10T02:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:49:47.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits Die Hard</title><summary type='text'>Every time a website asks for a contact number, it is inevitable that my old Toronto number finds its way into that entry box.The same problem does not seem to occur with addresses and the like.Maybe this explains why girls do not call me back. They have some random Toronto number. :D---Song Of The Moment: 王力宏 - 星期六的深夜Comment: Late to the party.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/6766721743230564312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=6766721743230564312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6766721743230564312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6766721743230564312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old Habits Die Hard'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3620994166170123080</id><published>2009-04-01T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:22:13.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Cherry</title><summary type='text'>Don, you can't complain about Ovechkin's 50 goal celebration. It was awesome. He's having fun. Don't take this away from hockey. They already got the NFL and NBA.Hockey's better than that and you know it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3620994166170123080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3620994166170123080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3620994166170123080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3620994166170123080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/04/don-cherry.html' title='Don Cherry'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-4321501808973715281</id><published>2009-04-01T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:10:13.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Flip flop</title><summary type='text'>This is an interesting time in my life. My bodily hours are not exactly aligned with anything.During the day, yawns are being suppressed as I pray for the day to end earlier.During the night, my knee shakes with excitement due to all thing things that need to be and can be done the next day.Essentially, my body is never happy. When it's time to sleep, it wants to do stuff. When it's time for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/4321501808973715281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=4321501808973715281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4321501808973715281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4321501808973715281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/04/flip-flop.html' title='Flip flop'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3085317024051625857</id><published>2009-03-29T01:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:48:36.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><summary type='text'>As seen on the right, I have added a widget thingy to indicate where my last Coca-colas have been. This will not only help you, the reader, determine if I am actually sticking to my claim, but it will help me, the detoxee, determine if I have truly quit, as I believe and claim.Let it also be on the record that I did not have a coke between that post and now. However, I have been tempted. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3085317024051625857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3085317024051625857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3085317024051625857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3085317024051625857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3142783410169963260</id><published>2009-03-23T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:05:00.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><summary type='text'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Eye_w/_Greg_Gutfeld#Mocking_of_Canadian_Military_controversyIt's easy to make fun when you are sitting at home, I betcha.Too easy to make fun of. Too unfortunate to joke about.This was probably said in jest, but they simply come off as bitter. Certainly, that will make us want to join the next war effort.---Song Of The Moment: Michelle Branch - Goodbye To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3142783410169963260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3142783410169963260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3142783410169963260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3142783410169963260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-583182661161759773</id><published>2009-03-23T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:53:08.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days...</title><summary type='text'>I just don't like people.---Song Of The Moment: Asher Roth - I Love CollegeComment: I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/583182661161759773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=583182661161759773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/583182661161759773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/583182661161759773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-days.html' title='Some days...'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7383054102865830234</id><published>2009-03-19T01:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:48:32.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><summary type='text'>Today I noticed two things while in a meeting room full of people.1) There are a lot of nailbiters in a particular room. It's not particularly attractive.2) Many folks drink Diet Coke. Cancer in a can! Maybe I don't understand taste; how can something so disgusting be consumed by so many people? One guy had three cans in three hours. I wonder if he had to pee.---Song Of The Moment: 吳克群 - 對不起</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7383054102865830234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7383054102865830234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7383054102865830234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7383054102865830234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-2224090248856529944</id><published>2009-03-16T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:52:39.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coca-cola'/><title type='text'>Quitting</title><summary type='text'>For the past year or so, I have been working on cutting drastically on one of my many vices. Coincidentally, this happens to one that goes way, way back to the point that this is one of the things people from elementary school remember about me. That vice is coke. (Coca-cola, not... nevermind.)I have had this beverage for as long as I can remember. For a very long time, I was drinking (for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/2224090248856529944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=2224090248856529944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2224090248856529944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2224090248856529944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/quitting.html' title='Quitting'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-143870284976532747</id><published>2009-03-10T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:38:41.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Sports Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Watched Leafs-Islanders and Knicks-Bucks.Quick thoughts:1) Hockey is definitely a multi-person sport to watch. There is no fun to yell out at something that might happen, then look around and realize no one is there to scare or share the excitement with.2) New Yorkers! Larry Hughes was a huge part of the Knicks game. The announcer kept saying "Eww-ughes". Pronounce the damn "H"! "Eww-uge shot by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/143870284976532747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=143870284976532747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/143870284976532747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/143870284976532747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-sports-thoughts.html' title='Quick Sports Thoughts'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7992491543443872681</id><published>2009-03-08T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:53:58.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>How to fix Tal's Apple Products</title><summary type='text'>As some of you may know, I have been rocking iPods in various forms for a long time.I own a 4G iPod, 1G Shuffle, 2G shuffle, and an iPhone. After today's events, I have come to believe that these products are, from a functional standpoint, almost indestructible.My 4G is exhibit A in this conclusion. I have body slammed this phone on two occasions snowboarding. Instead of luckily landing on snow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7992491543443872681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7992491543443872681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7992491543443872681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7992491543443872681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-fix-tals-apple-products.html' title='How to fix Tal&apos;s Apple Products'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5178618846732357723</id><published>2009-03-03T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:40:35.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WSF4</title><summary type='text'>This is awesome!Quick notes:1) Why do Americans hate their job so much? Why is it so visible that they hate their job? Why do they continue to do it? There was always this concept of the American dream. How come so many look miserable?2) Shoes are awesome. Pictures soon.3) The Raptors break my heart. I don't understand why they are so frustrating. Well, I do. I don't understand why I continue to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5178618846732357723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5178618846732357723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5178618846732357723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5178618846732357723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/03/wsf4.html' title='WSF4'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8725734611778827147</id><published>2009-02-17T01:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:21:44.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Brown</title><summary type='text'>It's in Urban Dictionary!. This is awesome!Toronto was cool. Everyone knows what happened. No recap. Too bad.---Song Of The Moment: 吳克群 - 對不起Comment: Sorry!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8725734611778827147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8725734611778827147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8725734611778827147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8725734611778827147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2009/02/chris-brown.html' title='Chris Brown'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1468684431178742735</id><published>2008-12-09T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:29:24.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Derrick Rose</title><summary type='text'>Not since the days of Iverson and Hardaway:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1468684431178742735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1468684431178742735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1468684431178742735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1468684431178742735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/12/derrick-rose.html' title='Derrick Rose'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8524839389204576102</id><published>2008-12-05T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:32:07.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firing Sam Mitchell.</title><summary type='text'>It was a bad idea to fire him midseason.Putting it here on record.---Song Of The Moment: The Cynic Project - Start the DanceComment: None.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8524839389204576102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8524839389204576102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8524839389204576102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8524839389204576102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/12/firing-sam-mitchell.html' title='Firing Sam Mitchell.'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1630363849888391006</id><published>2008-12-05T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:37:40.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NH</title><summary type='text'>Just putting the link here for future reference:And, like anything, "use it in a sentence". (Yes, he used "pause" instead. That's professionalism.---Song Of The Moment: Ludacris - One More Drink Feat. T-PainComment: Theatre of the Mind. It's hot. Check out the video.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1630363849888391006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1630363849888391006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1630363849888391006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1630363849888391006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/12/nh.html' title='NH'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8753357396233096976</id><published>2008-12-03T00:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:10:14.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickies</title><summary type='text'>Just some quick thoughts I had today:1) Urinal etiquette. I don't understand though who have a wide stance. Their toes peek into my area. It makes me want to pee on their shoe._______  |  ________|  1  |  |  |  2   |-------  |  --------There is clearly enough space as proven by my drawing above.2) Bowl games. College bowl games: there are like 30 of them. They get some trophy. But... who's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8753357396233096976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8753357396233096976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8753357396233096976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8753357396233096976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickies.html' title='Quickies'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1715398425419921221</id><published>2008-12-02T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:52:39.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hour</title><summary type='text'>From Urban Dictionary1.  happy hour   Where the worst selling and nastiest tasting alcoholic beverages are sold for half price to a bunch of alcoholics too drunk to notice. ---Happy hour. It's one of those things that is immediately interpreted as an alcoholic's activity. However, one could see it as the celebration of another hard day's work. 10 hours of hard work can be reflected upon with good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1715398425419921221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1715398425419921221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1715398425419921221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1715398425419921221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-hour.html' title='Happy Hour'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-833495741327602899</id><published>2008-11-29T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:52:32.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love!</title><summary type='text'>This post is to profess my newfound love. Oh, it was obvious to all that there was a strong attraction to begin with. I am ashamed to deny it now, but I resisted; resisted the temptation of your love, your protection, and your comforting touch.You were there every morning to say hi. Wrap me up in a warm hug that, no matter what would happen on that day, let me know that everything would be okay. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/833495741327602899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=833495741327602899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/833495741327602899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/833495741327602899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-love.html' title='In Love!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8694685998305481516</id><published>2008-11-12T01:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:43:00.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November Thought Snippets</title><summary type='text'>Two quickies.One: earlier in the NBA season, I debated about NBA league pass. Last season, splitting it with Matt made more economical sense. On the last day, I ended up taking the plunge alone. 1.1) Getting every game is fantastic. There is nothing like kicking back and watching a bunch of games simultaneous AND back-to-back.1.2) This would be easier to enjoy if the looming spectre of the CFA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8694685998305481516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8694685998305481516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8694685998305481516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8694685998305481516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-thought-snippets.html' title='November Thought Snippets'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7559714296430209900</id><published>2008-09-14T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:35:47.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brontosaurus Ribs!</title><summary type='text'>Man, the past week could not have been better.The good stuff, I will not share. Instead I will talk about the steak.First, the crowd: Mike Le's fateful return from abroad and his birthday necessitated a celebration of sorts. Hannah, Melissa, Melissa (not a typo), Ruthson, Matt, Michael and Eric made it out for dinner.But more importantly, the steak. At Ben &amp; Jack's (free plug). Funny thing, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7559714296430209900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7559714296430209900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7559714296430209900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7559714296430209900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/09/brontosaurus-ribs.html' title='Brontosaurus Ribs!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5277651929326213642</id><published>2008-08-17T17:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:25:40.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misnomer</title><summary type='text'>Random musings:1) Food Network's Throwdown, we clearly heard them say 'fuck'. Is this a new age in television? 'Fuck' is now okay to say on TV? Is there some sort of rule? Is one boob allowed now? Clearly, there was no memo passed out to me.2) "Head Over Heels" - Isn't this a misnomer? My head is always over my heels. A little research on the universally (or maybe just socially) recognized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5277651929326213642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5277651929326213642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5277651929326213642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5277651929326213642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/08/misnomer.html' title='Misnomer'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8322940046591342845</id><published>2008-08-14T00:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:33:21.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now?</title><summary type='text'>The Olympics have been on, in case you haven't noticed. While watching said Olympics, we have been inundated with shots of Americans, i.e. Michael Phelps and George Bush.With all of these PR shots of the president, it got me thinking. (Uh oh)Everywhere we look, people are making fun of the guy. However, he was re-elected! Where are the 50.7% of the people who voted for him? Did every member of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8322940046591342845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8322940046591342845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8322940046591342845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8322940046591342845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where are you now?'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-6416382053882333628</id><published>2008-06-23T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:25:31.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another story</title><summary type='text'>Five second story.Imagine two people walking down the street towards one another.In Toronto, the protocol (to my knowledge) is to move to the right and let each other pass.In New York, the protocol (to my knowledge) is to play chicken with one another until one person moves at the last second.In Toronto, the number of occurrences is quite small.In New York, this happens for the ENTIRE STRETCH </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/6416382053882333628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=6416382053882333628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6416382053882333628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6416382053882333628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-story.html' title='Another story'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5025969794602670584</id><published>2008-06-11T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:21:00.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up.</title><summary type='text'>Story 1:I'm at work.Going to the bathroom, minding my own business.A glow emits from the crotch of the gentleman next to me.I think he... was.. texting. While using the urinal.I will never borrow his phone.Story 2:I'm getting my hair cut.The barber asks me how I want it.I say "#2, thin out the top".He cuts it.I ask him to thin it out some more.He cuts it shorter, to the point where my head is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5025969794602670584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5025969794602670584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5025969794602670584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5025969794602670584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/messed-up.html' title='Messed up.'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1898560481148212215</id><published>2008-06-11T01:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:30:31.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Rogers.</title><summary type='text'>For as long as I can remember, I have been making uncool payments to Ted's corporation. This time, it is not Mosby's, but instead, Rogers'. Starting now, I am no longer tied to a Canadian carrier. About freaking time!Now about my American contract. I don't want to talk about it. It's not the same. There is email, and txt, and it's more expensive.*sigh*I'll be paying some sort of carrier for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1898560481148212215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1898560481148212215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1898560481148212215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1898560481148212215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/bye-bye-rogers.html' title='Bye bye Rogers.'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-6351712191090468003</id><published>2008-06-04T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:34:05.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baller</title><summary type='text'>Tiger is something else. The link above is SI's Fortunate 50, essentially how the baller-ist athletes roll.Tiger. Phil(?!) Br0n-Br0n.Tiger has made $800 million in his career.First is shock and awe. Second is: how much has Nike made from Tiger?!Bah.---Song Of The Moment: Jay Chou - SilenceComment: Everyone is sleeping. This song seemed appropriate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/6351712191090468003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=6351712191090468003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6351712191090468003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6351712191090468003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/baller.html' title='Baller'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1580648356970344437</id><published>2008-06-03T01:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:28:40.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" - Nas (actually Biz Markie)This was awesome. I'm not even acknowledge anything to the contrary.Fly kicks next.---Song Currently Playing: Counting Crows - Angels Of The SilencesComment: Storytellers. Good old Youtube.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1580648356970344437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1580648356970344437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1580648356970344437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1580648356970344437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-705444101790257454</id><published>2008-06-01T23:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:00:26.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep!</title><summary type='text'>I admit it. I am sheep. Seeing other people blog regularly makes me want to do it.Alas, there is no time. Maybe I will moblog! Probably not.Quick recap of the weekend:Saturday: Haircut + beer. At the SAME TIME. What a cool concept. Saturday was a dud. Jay was supposed to meet up with a friend. They went MIA. By the time we figured it out, we lost all notion of leaving the house. Which meant more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/705444101790257454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=705444101790257454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/705444101790257454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/705444101790257454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/06/sheep.html' title='Sheep!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-4254159327462090608</id><published>2008-05-28T01:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:47:32.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward</title><summary type='text'>So in stalking my friends blogwise, I find out that I am linked on more than zero blogs.That's weird and not so cool.The joke's on them, I never update!---Song Of The Moment: Augustana - Sweet &amp; LowComment: Look, I don't have time for new music. Yet. It will happen soon. I will spend a weekend in central park, with a bunch of allergy pills and my iPod. I will OCD-ily rank all the new songs I hear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/4254159327462090608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=4254159327462090608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4254159327462090608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/4254159327462090608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/05/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3594259247099591848</id><published>2008-05-19T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:05:21.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Update</title><summary type='text'>The city is fucking busy. I always thought that, as the weather warmed up, more people would choose to walk. As such, the subway would then be less crowded. Nope. That's not the cae, whether it be tourists (at 8:30?!), families (damn strollers), or the usually commuters (damn newspapers), something or someone is jabbing something into you. Thankfully, my commute is two stops. At times, it feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3594259247099591848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3594259247099591848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3594259247099591848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3594259247099591848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-york-update.html' title='New York Update'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8609594811188050119</id><published>2008-04-01T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:23:59.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Pretty Kind of Sure They Took All Of It</title><summary type='text'>These past few weeks have been a rude awakening in the global world.This time last year, I found myself seeing only red and white Canadian. Since then, my travels have included Europe and settling in New York. Now, I have since completed my US Federal taxes, NY State taxes, New York City taxes (really?!).In trolling for information to find what very select, painful group I fit into, I stumbled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8609594811188050119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8609594811188050119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8609594811188050119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8609594811188050119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-kind-of-sure-they-took-all-of-it.html' title='Pretty Kind of Sure They Took All Of It'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-5859720069271901759</id><published>2008-03-30T03:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:41:01.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Night</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was interesting.It's almost 4 AM, so it's going to be short and sweet. No bar type story. At least not as I plan this entry in my head. If my fingers end up typing out the full story, so be it.To lead off: Kill me now. Vince Carter a leader? Really? (Channeling his reaction to the MVP chants of Chris Bosh in last year's playoffs)Second hole: We went to a bar called Fat Black Pussy Cat. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/5859720069271901759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=5859720069271901759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5859720069271901759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/5859720069271901759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/03/nyc-night.html' title='NYC Night'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-2248053662569491076</id><published>2008-03-02T12:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:52:08.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>Work On The Weekends...</title><summary type='text'>... pretty much equals a 16 day week.The problem is not:the disappearance of all physical activitythe lack of proper nutritionthe propensity to drinkthe now mythical social lifethe unhealthy dependence on caffeineInstead, it's the never ending stench of work that is around you. You can't carry on a real conversation without drifting your thought back to work. I was making a todo list in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/2248053662569491076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=2248053662569491076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2248053662569491076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/2248053662569491076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-on-weekends.html' title='Work On The Weekends...'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3654884070030475838</id><published>2008-02-08T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:17:30.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><summary type='text'>Work is a funny thing. It's like the saying about women: "Can't live with them, can't live without them"Work might well be a woman. You don't have a job, you are a bum and it sucks. You have a decent job and it sucks your essence. Maybe it's just me. I think about my job constantly. Is that even healthy? Personally, I'd rather have a job than no job; too much work then no work. Of course, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3654884070030475838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3654884070030475838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3654884070030475838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3654884070030475838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/02/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-575706963306854342</id><published>2008-02-08T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:12:56.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>That CD</title><summary type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year.This post is about that CD. Or those CDs. Or, those songs.This is about that set of music in your collection that doesn't get airplay because you played them out once in your lifetime. Maybe twice. You can't bear to get rid of them because, well, they brought back an entire era of your life back. Yet, for that very reason, it doesn't not rank high on the playlist. Who wants</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/575706963306854342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=575706963306854342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/575706963306854342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/575706963306854342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-cd.html' title='That CD'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-6195536537207271555</id><published>2008-01-27T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:28:42.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Busted!</title><summary type='text'>I've been found!I can't believe someone found this. Heck, I can't believe I'm still being linked to by anyone. Nevertheless, when reminded, I realize that I used to really enjoy posting on here. As mentioned earlier, everything here will be drama free so nothing about anyone will be posted. Yes, it's boring. Too bad. You all know who you are that ruined it.So, I see that I lasted posted in August</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/6195536537207271555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=6195536537207271555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6195536537207271555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/6195536537207271555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2008/01/busted.html' title='Busted!'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7628914046159886210</id><published>2007-08-19T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:55:52.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea</title><summary type='text'>So I've had (and having) a nightmare of a time with Ikea. Delivery originally scheduled for Thursday.. no delivery. I waited around all day Thursday waiting on a call/buzzer that never happened. Of course, a call can never happen when I didn't have my cell phone! Friday morning, I yelled/argued/had a gentlemanly discussion with the Ikea staff in their terrible execution of said delivery. Luckily,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7628914046159886210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7628914046159886210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7628914046159886210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7628914046159886210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/08/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-3896788168415800766</id><published>2007-08-15T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:08:20.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC: First Post</title><summary type='text'>I have arrived. Sort of.Physically, I am obviously here. And when I say physically, I literally mean just myself. The furniture, not so much. The rest of the clothes, not so much. The wine opener, still in transit.The point is, while I have been here for a week, I have not settled in. Owing mostly to the lack of a cell phone and the lack of furniture, the lack of the former prevents me from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/3896788168415800766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=3896788168415800766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3896788168415800766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/3896788168415800766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyc-first-post.html' title='NYC: First Post'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-8759541050131726041</id><published>2007-08-07T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T01:13:14.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving.</title><summary type='text'>There is something slightly trumatic with the process of moving permanently. Trauma may be a negative term, but it definitely changes you when you realize that you have to pack up and go.Co-op at Waterloo has given me the experience of moving many times. To different cities, homes, and jobs. Through all of this though, there was the root. "Home home": the place I spent my formative years; the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/8759541050131726041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=8759541050131726041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8759541050131726041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/8759541050131726041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving.html' title='Moving.'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-7704726580653883649</id><published>2007-07-17T02:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T02:39:32.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Rules</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Bill Simmons:0. Pay up when you owe somebody money1. Don't operate the remote control at someone else's house, unless they give it to you. (I break this one religiously)2. Don't ask to borrow a porn movie under any circumstances.3. Don't even think about hooking up with a friend's ex-girlfriend or sister.4. When you're sharing a bed with another guy, sleep as far away from him as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/7704726580653883649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=7704726580653883649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7704726580653883649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/7704726580653883649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/07/guy-rules.html' title='Guy Rules'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-1882974715985473082</id><published>2007-06-18T15:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:45:07.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>China Economy</title><summary type='text'>Chinese GoodsThere has been some fallout over Chinese manufactured goods in the past few weeks, focusing upon non-people/pet friend goods in people/pet goods. Namely, contaminated pet food and fake toothpaste.What does this mean in the world economy?Two thoughts. The first will be an erosion of confidence in Chinese manufactured goods by the end-user. This in turn will drive manufacturers to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/1882974715985473082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=1882974715985473082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1882974715985473082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/1882974715985473082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/06/china-economy.html' title='China Economy'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031734493318359723.post-818637822015723344</id><published>2007-06-18T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:26:09.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Version 2</title><summary type='text'>Back.Post Convocation, it's evident that the previous posts must be purged. (They are somewhere... don't you worry.)Still debating whether to be politically correct or pull no punches. We'll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/feeds/818637822015723344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031734493318359723&amp;postID=818637822015723344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/818637822015723344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031734493318359723/posts/default/818637822015723344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quanchii.blogspot.com/2007/06/version-2.html' title='Version 2'/><author><name>Tal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
